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X◢X“Welcome Miss Bowers, may we interest you in some coffee or tea before you head to your room?”
“I’ll take a black coffee and please ensure that I will receive my bottle of wine in precisely 30 minutes from now. Chilled. One glass will do.”
True, it wasn’t even noon yet, but upon arrival in the town of Donberg, Maeve Bowers was seeking celebration. For its size, the city was under an insanely strict government surveillance; it was both that and the reason why there were eyes on the civilians that had drawn in the street-smart con woman. She draws her tongue across the rim of her plump, glossy lip while raising her Lugano Diamonds sunglasses off the bridge of her nose. The innards of the Birchwood Hotel were more visually stimulating than the outskirt of the town was in a hundred different ways. This will definitely do, she thinks while flashing a smile to the receptionist who returns with a mug with coffee as black as tar.
Scaling her free fingers across the embossed initials of the business, ‘B.H.’, she observes the bellboy beginning to transport her belongings. “Handle with care,” she coos after him. She then seamlessly turns to the receptionist, sliding her glasses back down her face so she can scan the individual. What a gorgeous brooch.
“Alright Miss Bowers, you can find your room at the top-“ the middle-aged desk worker halts, interrupted mid-sentence by a boisterous shriek of porcelain meeting tile. She immediately moves to grab a nearby cream pool towel.
“Oh, s**t!” the bright, platinum blonde shouts out while stepping back from the pooling coffee. “s**t,” she repeats, causing another employee to rush over with some napkins. She acts quickly then.
“It’s alright, Miss-“ but the receptionist was then being pulled up by Maeve’s grip under her arms, as if she were an infant, Maeve pulling her away and repeating apologies. “You shouldn’t have to clean that up, I’m so, so sorry.” She released the woman from her touch within a few seconds, clasping her hands together then.
“Uh, you’re right. I should call the janitor. Please don’t worry about it. Would you like another coffee…?”
But Maeve was already straightening herself out and walking towards the elevator with a crisp click-clack of her heels trailing behind her. “That’s fine, I’ll have just the wine.”
“Ah- yes of course, Miss Bowers.”
“Oh, and dear? Please just call me Melon,” she calls out to the employee just before the automatic, chrome doors shut. Then, with a smirk and a twist of her fingers, she applies a sapphire brooch to the lapel of her navy business suit. “Too easy." X◤
“I’ll take a black coffee and please ensure that I will receive my bottle of wine in precisely 30 minutes from now. Chilled. One glass will do.”
True, it wasn’t even noon yet, but upon arrival in the town of Donberg, Maeve Bowers was seeking celebration. For its size, the city was under an insanely strict government surveillance; it was both that and the reason why there were eyes on the civilians that had drawn in the street-smart con woman. She draws her tongue across the rim of her plump, glossy lip while raising her Lugano Diamonds sunglasses off the bridge of her nose. The innards of the Birchwood Hotel were more visually stimulating than the outskirt of the town was in a hundred different ways. This will definitely do, she thinks while flashing a smile to the receptionist who returns with a mug with coffee as black as tar.
Scaling her free fingers across the embossed initials of the business, ‘B.H.’, she observes the bellboy beginning to transport her belongings. “Handle with care,” she coos after him. She then seamlessly turns to the receptionist, sliding her glasses back down her face so she can scan the individual. What a gorgeous brooch.
“Alright Miss Bowers, you can find your room at the top-“ the middle-aged desk worker halts, interrupted mid-sentence by a boisterous shriek of porcelain meeting tile. She immediately moves to grab a nearby cream pool towel.
“Oh, s**t!” the bright, platinum blonde shouts out while stepping back from the pooling coffee. “s**t,” she repeats, causing another employee to rush over with some napkins. She acts quickly then.
“It’s alright, Miss-“ but the receptionist was then being pulled up by Maeve’s grip under her arms, as if she were an infant, Maeve pulling her away and repeating apologies. “You shouldn’t have to clean that up, I’m so, so sorry.” She released the woman from her touch within a few seconds, clasping her hands together then.
“Uh, you’re right. I should call the janitor. Please don’t worry about it. Would you like another coffee…?”
But Maeve was already straightening herself out and walking towards the elevator with a crisp click-clack of her heels trailing behind her. “That’s fine, I’ll have just the wine.”
“Ah- yes of course, Miss Bowers.”
“Oh, and dear? Please just call me Melon,” she calls out to the employee just before the automatic, chrome doors shut. Then, with a smirk and a twist of her fingers, she applies a sapphire brooch to the lapel of her navy business suit. “Too easy." X◤
{ i'm at the birchwood hotel | feeling kinda unstoppable | looking at temporary housing }
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I'm not expecting anyone to respond to this, just warming up with an intro post!
