Jean raced through the rotating doors, pushing the bar easily and letting out a small 'eek' as she almost lost her purse in the shuffle of glass and wood. Traffic had been horrible, but should she had expected anything less? It was New year's Eve and people wanted to go out and party; there hadn't been much else to celebrate this year and probably nothing better the coming year...unless you counted that New Year's.
Slipping into the elevator, the redhead hit the button for his floor and waited whilte they slowly ticked off, skipping out once the doors rang with a bing and out into the hall. The hotel smelled like perfume and cleaning, the carpet plush beneath her converse and every once and awhile there was a plant. Finally, she found his room and raising a small fist, rapped lightly on the door.