He clicked the latter.
Leo’s roommate, Marcus, rolled over in his lofted bed. "Dude, stop watching that garbage. You know that’s just a highlight reel, right? Behind the camera, there's a guy puking into a potted fern and a $15 hot dog." Searching for- Spring Break Fuck Parties in-All...
He clicked "Book Now."
Floaty beer pong. Not a table—an actual floating obstacle course in the middle of a pool. A mechanical shark painted like the American flag. A man dressed as Uncle Sam on stilts spraying tequila from a super soaker. The entertainment wasn't just a party; it was a circus designed to exhaust your anxiety so completely that you forgot you had a student loan. He clicked the latter
He had two choices: the "Budget & Backpacking" link, which promised muddy fields, warm beer, and sleeping in a car with three other guys. Or, the "Lifestyle & Entertainment" filter. You know that’s just a highlight reel, right
The room went quiet. He listened to the wind outside. Then, he opened his phone again. He didn't go back to the resort site. Instead, he texted his group chat: "Who has a tent? And who can drive?"