"Degenerate." Ellie nudges her foot back, hooking her toes around the back of Clarisse's ankle, but she's grinning. Man, she's thinking of it. The Tower's kind of incredible, but who can say no to privacy and room service? Maybe she can find a way to suggest it later, once they're starting to wind down.

"Uh, d'you know Curtis and Viper?" Ellie lifts her eyebrows. "Action movies, especially if they're cheesy."