Re: Elevator
Sam was starting to feel the buzz of the Blue, and she didn't notice the blankness in his eyes as any kind of mirror. She wasn't in the mood for mirrors anyway, hadn't been since that hotel had spit her out with blood all over her. Screw mirrors, and who cared about what was on the outside? Not that the inside was much better just now, but whatever.
She almost looked surprised when he agreed, that quirk of brow managing to make a ding in the bad attitude that she wore as snugly as the yellow shrug on her shoulders. "Yeah? Great," she managed, forgetting to be a bitch about it as she moved. She was pretty sure she was being herded, and she had problems with women as cattle, but she wanted upstairs, where the booze was plentiful and the music was loud, so she didn't bitch about it.
"Money," she barked at the man at the front of the line, all New Jersey, jerking a thumb back at the herder and waiting for the exchange of dough for elevator access. She walked up the elevator, hands on the shiny mirrors, and she made the attendant there wince when she dragged her fingers along it leaving smudges. Hey, she'd gotten used to living with a rich guy. She knew they wouldn't give her shit as long as Blue Eyes had enough money to pony over.