Kyle slows once they're free of the swarm of dancers, looking back at Olivia. "Jeez," he says. "This place is sort of creepy. Like, it shouldn't be, what with the palm trees and the drinks with little umbrellas in them and stuff, but the locals? Yeesh. It's like an old Elvis movie or something. I'd almost rather be getting shot at again."

He gestures at a cluster of food and drink stands. "You want a snowcone or something?"