Once they got to the resort, they all split up in groups of two to a room. Poppy and Branch obviously shared a room, Barb decided to share with Carol, Riff stayed with Thrash to look after him and Val and Demo shared a room. the other Rock Trolls selected their rooms as Barb opened her suitcase, pouring her clothes onto the bed, poorly organizing them.
"Look at the view" Barb whistled, admiring the beach view, looking at the blue troll who simply laid on her head, cracking open a can of soft drink, sipping the liquid as Barb looked at her.
"Hey, can I have some of that" she asked as Carol simply finished her drink, the tossing the can as it clattered on the floor. Carol simply let out a belch, laying back on her bed. Carol was the type of Troll who was just laid back and enjoyed the moment but at the same time was not really there, if that made sense.
The two kept unpacking their bags. their room was decent sized as Barb finished organizing her few clothes, which was like 2 outfits, sniffing her armpit.
"Phew, I reek, I'm gonna take a shower" The Queen realized, leaving to head to the bathroom. "Do not touch my stuff".
Barb called out, leaving as Carol just laid on the bed, reading a magazine, paying little attention to what Barb was saying, reading an issue on Bugbike Maintenace and Grooming.
"So, feed them grazzle berries to get them running smoother" Carol replied, waiting until Barb had left the room to crack open another can of soft drink. The truth was Carol was probably the only Troll who could get away with ignoring Queen Barb.
The redhead could be a fierce Troll and most of her people would not dare ignore the queen, but Carol honestly did not care, which most guessed that Barb actually respected the fact the blue troll was able to constantly give her queen a cold shoulder. she was unfazed by pretty much everything.
In the Pop Room, Branch and Poppy were unpacking, Branch folding his vests and trousers as he looked at Poppy's bag, asking if she really needed all those clothes, there were like 5 swimsuits, three pairs of pajamas and a bunch of dresses.
he looked at his fiancée, asking if she was sure about going on this trip, as Branch pointed out earlier, she was pregnant and the excitement might affect their baby as she laid on her bed, saying it would be fine.
"I want to do this for Val, and the other Rock Trolls, Plus Barb and I rarely see each other, one of the downsides of running our own kingdoms" Poppy explained as Branch sat on his bed.
"I'm still nervous about this, I mean I want to marry you and part of me is looking forward to being a dad, but I'm also scared that I don't know how. I barely remember my dad and being put into that role" Branch tugged the collar of his vest as Poppy kissed his neck.
"You'll be a great father, I'm a bit nervous too, if it's any compensation I'm nervous about being a mother, juggling my royal duties with parenthood" Poppy admitted before changing the topic, as they were on vacation. she held up two swimsuits, a red and yellow one, asking Branch, which one he found more attractive.
"The yellow one" the teal troll let out as she smirked, deciding on which suit she'd wear, but claiming she had the right to change her mind later as she looked at him, wrapping herself around his arm, as she stated she was feeling romantic, the beach atmosphere was really helping, nuzzling him romantically.
"What did I do to deserve such a perfect wife?" Branch asked as Poppy smirked, saying they were not married yet. Branch retorted that were engaged which was public knowledge in Trollstopia so they would eventually be married.
Poppy simply smirked, kissing him again on the lips, asking what side of the bed he wanted, making it clear she intended to sleep next to him.
In Riff and Thrash's room the assistant rolled the former king's wheelchair in as the king, held the arms of his chair, struggling to get up he walked to bed closest to the window. despite his old age the King could walk short distances but had to roll long distances as it took a lot out of him.
"Do you need anything?" Riff asked, making sure Thrash was good. the older troll looked around, asking Riff if he could get some room service up as he had a craving for pineapple.
Riff nodded, and picked the phone of the hook, pushing a few buttons, speaking to the troll on the other line, asking about room service which was seemingly included. Riff ordered some pineapple smoothies to be brought up to their room.
Riff thanked the troll and hung up the phone, looking at Thrash who was lost in his mind, eyes staring out the window, to the beach and sun.
"Are you Okay?" Riff asked, snapping Thrash back to reality as he nodded "Last time I was on Paradise Island was 50 years, I was young strapping lad in his 30's and I was partying with Leroy himself, that boy could play a guitar, let me tell you, and his voice, he was so much better live" Thrash reflected.
Riff nodded, wishing he could have seen the Rock god, the only experience he had was hearing his records and pictures, but to see Leroy Gold in person, that would be an event worth seeing.
"He was taken too soon" Thrash added, as the Rockstar had his whole life ahead when his boat crashed. Thrash remember where he was that day, when his king and best friend was lost at sea. despite Thrash holding out hope he later came to accept the fact that Leroy was gone, him being crowned was the final nail in that coffin.
"You did a fine job of carrying that torch for him sir, and your daughter just as much" Riff commented as Thrash smiled.
In Val's room she chucked her laundry out of her case, tossing it on the bed as Demo lugged the rest of the bags behind him, whistling at the nice room.
"Sweet, Minifridge" Val called out, making her way to the small cabinet, which was stocked with snacks and drinks, pulling out a candy bar, pulling off the wrapper and munching on it. Demo began organizing and folding Val's clothes as he often did all the chores for her (and the band), that being part of his job as her manager.
Demo straightened her bedsheets and squeezed the pillow, making sure its fluffiness was to Val's standard as she downed a can of cola, setting her guitar in the corner, as she did some stretching.
"I saw a hot tub coming in her, I'm gonna take a nice soak" Val responded, digging through her case and pulling out a purple swimsuit, pulling it out as the folded clothes flew through the air as Demo sighed. Val closed the door behind her. Demo would have to fold them all again.
he reached down, separating the folded laundry from the laundry that was just messed. sorting them by types. he made a pile for her blouses, her skirts, socks, all of which were different as she only wore them on one foot, and her undergarments which Demo had gotten used to handling as he did laundry not just for himself and Val but the whole band, still treating the singer's clothes carefully.
The truth was the band could not function without Demo and he knew it, he did everything for them, doublechecked the equipment, wrote the setlists, maintained the instruments. He was sure that Val did not even know how to change a guitar string, despite her (and the band but to a lesser extent) taking advantage of him he was happy to work for her. What could he say, he took pride in his work.
Demo reorganized Val's clothes and placed them all back into the case neatly, despite her just turning it inside out when she needed something Demo never half-assed his job.
Val had just left the changing room, wearing a purple swimsuit, making her way to the hot tub, dipping her toe into the water before leaping in with a huge splash, she resurfaced, spiting water out, letting the warmth soak over her body, she could just stay in there, the jets shooting hot water onto her she drifted off.
she was suddenly taken back when of all Trolls, Barb walked up to her, wearing a black swimsuit with dark red flames. Val jumped back a bit, explaining that she was just leaving as Barb dismissed her.
"It's okay, I'm not pushing you out, I just took a shower and decided why not use the facilities here" the queen replied, walking into the tub, Val had never seen Barb without her hair gel and mohawk shooting up as it fell over a side of her head.
"Mmm, that feels good, I should have one these installed in my bathroom at the castle" Barb reflected, felling the soothing of the hot water as Val looked at Barb.
"Your Rockness, If I may be bold, I recommend sitting on one of the jets" Val suggested, not knowing how the queen would react as the redhead simply scooted on the bench, her eyes opening up.
"Fudge, that actually feels really good" Barb muttered, feeling the jet blast her front, thanking Val for the suggestion, laying her head back as a shadow appeared behind them, turning the two saw a Blue Troll with Blond locks, looking like Buddy, the guy who owned the resort but younger.
"Ah, are you Ladies enjoying the facilities?" he asked, grabbing some towels from a rack as Barb, looked at him, asking who he was.
"Oh, introductions, I'm Buddy Sands JR, or Junior, I help my dad around the resort" he smiled as Barb said the girls were fine, she simply gave a thumbs up, telling Junior that everything was perfect as he smiled, glad to hear it." Junior replied, bowing to the Queen before walking away from the two humming a melody.
"Aw Haw Haw, Yeah Yeah" Junior hummed the melody, carrying the towels as Barb turned her head, swearing it sounded familiar.
(A/N: and we are introduced to Buddy JR, the son of the Resort owner, I also wanted a chapter that focuses on all the characters and what going on with them)