Re: On the Dance Floor
Shae had found the door marked with her name, she'd seen that all her things were there although how they had come to be there, she had no idea. Not that she'd had a lot with her but what she did have, she was pleased to see again. At least she'd have some familiar things. Las Vegas was a strange place, she'd decided and this hotel was even stranger. Closing the door, deciding that she'd come back later and find out where she was supposed to stay, she took the journal and key she had and put it into the large puse she had found in the closet. Turning toward the sound of music, she started down the hall. Maybe there would be someone she knew in there. Matt? Was he here somewhere too?
The last thing Shae expected to see at the door was a girl with pink hair who had some sort of a cannon. Was she about to be shot? Shae's eyes widened in surprise and she went to reach for a weapon but she didn't have one. So she was going to be murdered by someone with pink hair...great. "What is going on and please don't shoot, I promise I'm not going to hurt you or anyone else." Maybe just being nice to this person would mean she could get to the table of food she'd just spotted without being blow to bits.