Rebecca studied his face as it changed, and then it changed back again. “Don’t tempt me,” She said with a smile, keeping their conversation light. “It’s Rebecca, what’s your’s?” She asked, leaning against the arm of one of the arm chairs that surrounded them. “What brings you here? What do you do? Yadda, yadda, yadda…” A laugh escaped her lips as she blurted out the regular questions people were asking after they learned each other’s names.

"I'm Grayson." he replied with a tilt of the head. "Um, I don't really have a specific reason why I'm here. And I.." he trailed off not sure if he should say anything or not. It's not like it was a secret or anything he just wasn't sure how she'd take it. Not to mention the cameras that he knew were around picking up everything he was saying. "Let's say I don't have the most legal of jobs." he continues with a shrug of the shoulders. "What about you?"

"Does anyone…" Danielle cleared her throat before speaking again, demanding everyone’s attention. "Does anyone have any actual plan for if, or when, Jason does actually decide to attack? Or do we just all lock ourselves in here and wait for him to get bored?”

Grayson looked up, lips in a thin line. "What makes you think Jason even exists anymore?." he replied rolling his eyes. He was tired of hearing about Jason. "Who's to say that fucker isn't dead already."

  Marley genuinely laughed seeing he actually gave in and got up on the pole, she clapped for him even though it was nothing like you see in the movies, but she gave him the credit for at least giving it a try, “Hey you get a ten out of ten for doing it anyways, cause I haven’t even seen any of the other girls get on this thing, let alone the other guys.” She smiled as he stood up, maybe he wasn’t so bad after all, “Me? on the pole..”She arched a brow, her expression was hesitant at first until she shrugged and got up onto the other pole next to him, “All right, but only because you did it and I respect that you at least attempted it.” she teased before looking at the pole, she had to admit, she never expected herself to be pole dancing with a guy she barely knew on national TV, but half of the time Marley forgot the Cameras were constantly on them for the most part anyways. She twirled around the Pole sliding awkwardly down until she was sitting, “I have no idea how strippers make this look sexy to be honest, and can you imagine the crotch sweat on these things.” she almost gagged until she remembered they pretty much were the first ones to use the poles in the house. “Well I mean give it like a week then see.” she released the pole and sat back on her palms, “So, I can officially say that is the weirdest thing I have done on the show yet.” She laughed softly before tilting her head up at him, “So, how does a guy like you end up on a show like this? I mean besides for the obvious fame and possibility of getting laid a lot.” she said in a sarcastic tone, she knew most the guys on the show didn’t seem to have that mentality, but still it was only a matter of time before things started to change and seem more like MTV around here. 

Grayson sat back down next to her and looks at the ground. "I don't want fame, actually that never even occurred to me." he replied looking back at her. "I'm not here to get laid either. Trust me if that was the case I'd have stayed back home." He really had no clue what to say, he suspected she wanted a deep conversation but he hadn't had one in such a long time he didn't even know how. Taking a deep breath he rubbed his temples, why not give it a try. "My grandma wanted me to come try something different and I couldn't really say no to her could I? So here I am." Thinking about his grandma began to make him worry and wonder how she was doing with out him there. He hoped fine, but really who knew. "She was worried about me and she thought that this show would be a good change of pace." he continued. Grayson never liked making his grandma worry about him and that was probably his only regret in life. "I could see in her eyes that she thought I'd become a different person, someone she pitied, and I knew she thought it was her fault but it's not. All she ever did was try to take care of me and it's only right I do the same y'know." He shrugs his shoulders and leans back on his hands. He was getting uncomfortable with the way he was letting her in. Grayson wasn't sure if he could trust her or not. Granted she didn't know about his profession like all the other girls did. They all used him again and again and Grayson had enough. Starting to feel weird about the spotlight on him he shook his head turning his body to speak again. "Anyways, what about you? Or are you here to persuade all the guys to get on poles or what?" he joked trying to seem more at ease then he really was.

Hey, no judgement here, man. I know there are a couple guys here who are bisexual as well. I’m just not one of them. I can lead you to some of them if you’d like.

You know just because I'm bisexual doesn't mean I automatically wanna jump your bones. There was no need to say you weren't in to guys because I don't care, I'm not interested at all. And no thanks, I'll have to pass on that offer.r

Rebecca made an impressed face before letting out a soft laugh. “Looks like we could learn a thing from each other, eh? Some groovy hurricanes in our future, I can see it now.”

"Groovy hurricane, I like that." Grayson said imitating her as she moved. He was having a good time and he just hoped it would last. Looking down he frowned, knowing his luck though it wouldn't and he'd be back to his regular glum self in the morning. "What's your name by the way, or do I have to refer to you as the one with the sick dance moves?" he joked hoping she didn't notice the change in his expression.

    Marley huffed a laugh, “My family is worthy of their own reality TV show, but it’d be a white trash one like Honey Boo Boo or something.” she shrugged, “I come from a family of addictive personalities, grandma liked to drink a bit too much wine then revert to her showgirl days.” Just the thought sent a shiver down Marley’s spine, she shook her head, ” Anyways I think that’s quiet big talk you got goin’ on there, but I don’t see you walking the walk.” she crossed her arms and looked towards the Pole, “or are you nervous to dance in front of a girl?” she taunted with a playful smirk upon her lips. She was a testing personality indeed, but that was part of her appeal. She didn’t mind calling someone on their talk. Still even though she seemed to be persistent about his supposed looking good at anything he did, Marley was having fun. Everyone else seemed to not know how to handle her personality, but she usually warmed up to those who could handle it and even dish some of it back to her.

"So you have a big family then?" Grayson questioned eyeing the pole. He often wondered what it'd be like to grow up with lots of family. The longing for siblings and cousins used to be very strong, but not so much anymore. Looking from Marley back to the pole he rolled his eyes. "You know what? Fine, I'll do it." He sauntered over to the pole and looked it up and down. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" he taunted. He was never one to back down from a challenge and he was having a rare moment of happiness so he thought why not enjoy it. Grabbing onto the thick steel pole he popped his hip to the side and chuckled. If he was being honest he had no idea what he was doing, but he'd be damned if he let that stop him. Making a techno beat with his mouth he took his shirt off and flexed his muscles, never mind that he wasn't ripped like those guys in Magic Mike. Grabbing the pole again he pulled himself up and tried to spin around it with no luck. Falling to the ground he erupted into a fit of laughter. "Alright, maybe I didn't looks so good actually on the pole but I definitely looked good next to it." he got out through giggles. Standing up again he looked to Marley and raised an eyebrow. "C'mon now, don't let me embarrass myself alone, your turn."

"I bet you would love to be in my mind forever." Grayson smirked running his hands through his hair. "But, the reason I don't want to go isn't because I think some deranged guy in a hockey mask is going to jump out and kill us. It's freezing cold and I'm quite sure my balls will fall off if I get in that water, they're freeing just thinking about going anywhere near there." He replied motioning his hands as he talked. "Although if you freeze to death you would cuddle with me and that's a plus, so.." he trailed off with a smile on his face.

"I have a couple of go-to moves." She shrugged, switching up her dance moves. "I don’t know, I’ll call it the hurricane.” Moving her arms out to display the title, she laughed. “What’s your go-to move, then?”

"Alright, I'm not gonna sit here and pretend I'm some really good dancer. But  my go-to is definitely this move here. There's a few different variations I do, I call it The Groove." He replied demonstrating his favorite dance move. "It's not the best, but it's something." 

Brooke ran a hand through her hair as she stood near the shore to the lake. The cameras around her all the time got too bothersome sometimes. There simply was not as much privacy as she’d like and at times, Brooke just liked to be alone… as in not being recorded for million of people to see. She didn’t really mind the company of others, but when a branch cracked behind her, the girl couldn’t help the small jump and the chill that ran down her body, actually expecting to be all alone. She let out a soft sigh of relief when she noticed who it was. “Oh… it’s just you. You scared me,” She chuckled. “What are you doing out here?” 

Grayson ran his fingers through his hair trying to get away. He liked his alone time and everyone else was getting so suffocating. The house was filled with people and no matter where he went he couldn't find time just to sit and be alone. The outdoorsy smell was invading his senses and so refreshing than the stuffy indoors of the house. "Oh, sorry, I was just coming out here to get away from everyone and get some fresh air." He looked at the brunette before him and crossed his arms as the wind blew around him. "I'm Grayson by the way." He let out, raising a hand.

"There’s no room for a pole with moves like this."

"Yeah.. yeah, you're right. Definitely no room for a pole with those moves. Is that your go-to move?" He chuckled putting his hand up. "What do you even call that?"

You could probably bribe one of the girls to do it. That’s way more entertaining than one of us, unless you swing that way.

I do, swing that way that is. Guys are hot, girls are hot, why should I be limited to only "swinging" one way.

   ”You can’t just make a statement like that and expect someone to believe it, what makes you think you will look good?” Marley tested with a grin. He clearly had intentions of getting someone on the poles so Marley was the type to entice as well. “I call bullshit on your skills, Mister. For all I know you could dance on the pole like my grandma, which is not a pretty sight trust me.” She clearly wasn’t shy on speaking her thoughts, “What else do you have to do right now besides nothing.” she smiled a sly smile.

Grayson chuckled, it was low and melodic. Truly his first real laugh in who knows how long. "How exactly do you know what your grandma looks like on a pole?" His eyebrows shot up in question and he had a think smile on his face. "And I know I'll look good because I actually look good doing anything, it's a gift really." He couldn't help the smirk that grazed his face now, happy he was actually having a decent conversation for once, albeit about stripper poles, but still.

Ethan shrugged, “It’s cool down here, but I don’t know if  I’ll hang out here often.” He let go of the poll and looked around the room. “It looks like a strip club,” he commented.

Grayson nods his head. "True but there's a bar." He walks towards the couches and sits down, fingers gliding over the cool leather exterior. "Not to mention if everyone thinks like you than I'll get this place to myself. I quite like my alone time."

"I don’t think my dance moves would work with a pole, but go on, show us what you’re made of."

"Nah, I don't think I'll personally get up there but you feel free too. I'm sure your moves are just fine."

"I couldn’t tell you," Ethan replied with a smirk. He reached out and grabbed it. "I bet someone at some point has or will."

"Yeah you're right. It's unfortunate though that they're not being put to use." Seeing his reflection in the silvery metal he turned around to survey his surroundings. "It's pretty chill down here though, it'll probably end up being my favorite place in the house."

  “I haven’t seen anyone on them yet but you would become my favorite person in this house if you were the first to try them out.” Marley was always one to try and get others to step outside the box, she was here to have fun and had no problem pulling the others into ridiculous things such as dancing on the poles the producers had installed in the house. 

The corner of Grayson's mouth lifted at the blonde before him, cherry lips curving up slightly not quite yet reaching a smile. "As exciting as that sounds and as good as I know I'll look, I'm gonna have to pass you up on that right now." 

I don’t think I have the upper body strength for it, but you’re more than welcome to try it out.

Although I'm positive that I'd look like a million bucks on there, I'm okay. That's not really my thing.