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12:52 AM
[Spam for Angie]
Dutch reclined in a chair in the lobby, studying the face of the man behind the lobby’s front desk. She had nothing but contempt for the man because, as far as she knew, he was just part of the plan to keep her cooped up in the damned hotel away from her friends and away from what she considered her duty - Saving New York City from bloodsucking scum. There wasn’t much of anything she could do about it, though, so she resorted to the one thing that always kept her calm in times of trouble - artwork. She’d found a small notepad in her room along with a pencil. That was enough for now.
She studied the untrustworthy face of the desk clerk, sketching down every detail. The likeness was amazingly lifelike and just as creepy as the real thing. She smudged the shadows with her thumb. Dutch was silent as she perfected her drawing.
“There you go. My Mona fucking Lisa is a goddamn creeper. Isn’t that perfect?” She muttered to herself.
[Spam for Scott]
Sometimes the hotel got food right and sometimes they got it utterly wrong. Dutch stared at the lobster tail on her dish. She’d never had lobster in her life. Well, that wasn’t true. She’d had lobster ravioli before, but she’d never had to dismantle a shellfish in a restaurant. Different people had different preferences and Dutch’s preferences included food that was ready to eat. Also, she’d never had the cash for a good lobster tail before. All of this was very new to her.
She made a face as she stared at the thing. “How am I supposed to manage this?”
Dutch reclined in a chair in the lobby, studying the face of the man behind the lobby’s front desk. She had nothing but contempt for the man because, as far as she knew, he was just part of the plan to keep her cooped up in the damned hotel away from her friends and away from what she considered her duty - Saving New York City from bloodsucking scum. There wasn’t much of anything she could do about it, though, so she resorted to the one thing that always kept her calm in times of trouble - artwork. She’d found a small notepad in her room along with a pencil. That was enough for now.
She studied the untrustworthy face of the desk clerk, sketching down every detail. The likeness was amazingly lifelike and just as creepy as the real thing. She smudged the shadows with her thumb. Dutch was silent as she perfected her drawing.
“There you go. My Mona fucking Lisa is a goddamn creeper. Isn’t that perfect?” She muttered to herself.
[Spam for Scott]
Sometimes the hotel got food right and sometimes they got it utterly wrong. Dutch stared at the lobster tail on her dish. She’d never had lobster in her life. Well, that wasn’t true. She’d had lobster ravioli before, but she’d never had to dismantle a shellfish in a restaurant. Different people had different preferences and Dutch’s preferences included food that was ready to eat. Also, she’d never had the cash for a good lobster tail before. All of this was very new to her.
She made a face as she stared at the thing. “How am I supposed to manage this?”