"... What do you want?" Nic asked blankly.

Tulip shrugged, "Whatya got?"

"Nothing," Nic replied.

Tulip paused a moment before grinning slyly, "How 'bout a kiss?"

"No," Nic replied simply.

Tulip pouted, "You're not fun at all," she complained before sighing, "What's the message?"

"Tell her we're going on a date, so come to my room at five," he replied.

Tulip made a sour face, "Fine, but that's boring," and went to find Laurel.

She eventually found her in the shooting range and had to half carry her out.

Nic was no where to be seen for most of the day. But a boat was missing until early afternoon.

Laruel went to the infirmary for a little while before disappearing back into her room. James found her later and started chatting with her. When he found out about her injured shoulder he somehow connived her to go into the hot tub with him. At 5:15 a dripping wet, bikini clad Laurel burst into Nic's room with a panicked expression and still slightly bruised shoulder, "I'm so sorry!"

Nic wasn't in his room. But there was a large box on his bed with a sheet of the resort's notepaper on top. It simply read, 'Laurel' in Nic's handwriting.

Laurel let out a sigh of relief and then looked confused as she noticed the box. She went over to it, carefully removing the paper with his handwriting before opening the top of the box, careful not to get Nic's bed wet.

Inside was an expensive, long red dress covered in red flowers. And underneath that was a small pad with a directional activated. It looked like it was directing her to some place in the resort.

Laurel spent a good amount of time staring at the dress, then touching it. After a moment turn turned, took a quick shower and carefully slipped into the dress, trying to keep her shoulder from moving too much. When she was done and spruced up and looked around with a sigh, "No shoes?" she mused, "I have nothing to go with this..." She shrugged and went barefoot as she attempted to follow the directions. She was pretty bad at it.

The dress fit Laurel surprisingly well.

Nic seemed to have thought that Laurel might have trouble. It started talking to her when she went the wrong way and attempted to guide her along.

It took her to a part of the resort that still hadn't been touched. It was a little bit of a maze, but when she finally got there, she rounded a corner to find Nic standing outside a large set of doors waiting patiently for her. His expression was the same, but it was like he was a different person. He had cleaned himself up, styled his hair a little, and was wearing a tux. And probably the most shocking was that he pulled it all off rather well.

Laurel started talking back to the machine, expecting it to respond to her. As a result of her complete focus on the machine she didn't notice Nic until the machine told her she'd arrived.

"Arrived?! I'm in the middle of a maze you rust-crusted-" and stopped mid-word as she looked around and spotted Nic. Her jaw fell open, eyes widening and for the first time in the history of Nic meeting Laurel, she was struck absolutely speechless.