"Well here we are kids," Adrian Davison said, getting out of the car. "TF Resort, what'cha think?"
Jake got out of the car on one side while his eight-year old brother, Elliot, got out the other. Both were fairly typical kids. Jake was thirteen, with brown hair that looked windswept, blue eyes, lightly tanned skin, a lean, athletic build and wearing blue plaid cargo shorts and a sleeveless shirt, with hightop sneakers on his feet. His younger brother, Elliot, was eight with dirty blond hair in a faux-hawk, blue eyes, tanned skin, a slim, athletic build and wearing a blue t-shirt and white and grey plaid cargo shorts, with hightop sneakers on his feet.
Their parents, Adrian and Julia, were int their forties, the former with brown hair and the latter with dirty blonde hair, and dressed in bahama clothes. "Not bad," said Jake, hefting his suitcase.
"It's awesome!" cried Elliot, lifting his own suitcase up and looking up at the hotel as they all walked into the lobby of the hotel.
"Hello there," said the lady at the reception desk as their dad walked up to her, "How may I help you?"
"We have a reservation, Davison, family of four."
"And which kind of room did you have?"
"A..."