|He was (foretold) wrote in rooms,|
@ 2014-12-03 17:12:00
|Entry tags:||!ocean's eleven, *log, daniel webster, dylan mckendrick, lin alesi, max main|
Ocean's 11: Max & Dylan & Daniel & Lin
[Visiting a hospital in 2001 Las Vegas wasn't on Max's bucket list, but she figured it was better than Victorian London. No offense to 1900-something, but she just wasn't good with dresses, and she was pretty sure the jeans and grey Army sweatshirt she was currently wearing wouldn't go down very well in a door that involved cats and rabbits. Not that she was a stranger to the door; she remembered that dormouse with annoyance, at best. But it wasn't so bad, all things considered. Smokes tucked into her pocket and her Ruger tucked into the back of her jeans, she got to the door early, after a morning run and quick shower.
She did a quick canvas of the area around the door, then she found the hospital and propped a bathroom door out into the hotel hall. Not particularly pleasant, but it served the purpose would save them the time of finding the hospital when the hotel door opened onto some other public place the next time.
She didn't check her hair in the bathroom mirror, and she didn't add lipstick or powder. She was still going for 'I don't care' casual. She thought she was doing a good job of pulling it off.]
In the hotel hallway, she lit a smoke and leaned against the wall to wait for McKendrick. Shoulders against the mouldering wallpaper, hips forward and her dark hair in artless waves around age-sharp cheekbones.