[of our own device]

WHO. Christine and Regan
WHERE. Lobby
WHEN. Evening (after Kinley arrives)

Christine had completely copped out of helping the new woman out. Of course, it was mildly exciting that she was skipping out on that last little bit of work to meet one of the guests after the most tame flirting she had ever done. In the '60s she'd been considered more forward, but then, she didn't know what guys wanted these days. That he'd thought she was a virgin was totally laughable, but then, did easy girls carry themselves like complete whores now?

Thinking about Cora and her ball-jointed hips, Christine thought that it might be the case, but hadn't the maid been here forever? She was fairly certain that Michael was fucking Christian, but that was only if Christian could succeed in prying Michael's legs apart long enough to screw her. Christine was certain, though, that it might be impossible because then the rod might fall out of the night-manager's ass.

She had changed into a different dress, one she didn't wear for work, and a pair of higher heels than before. Touching up her makeup, using a little perfume, she headed back down to the lobby, hoping that Jai was done with the woman. She stood back a little, though, avoiding direct line of sight with the desk, and she waited.

She should have gotten a drink first.

July 3^rd, 2013.
Wednesday.

Weather Report: The temperature drops a whole whopping degree. Big deal, it’s still hotter than hell out there.

Staff Briefings: The managers are informed that they can expect at least one check-in today, Daniel Castillo. He’s also expected to come in somewhat less than perfect physical health. Oh boy…

Daily Events: In a place where time has no great meaning, is hump day still hump day? Just in case it is, Ignite invites you to party your way through it. They’re throwing an 80s theme party at 8 PM.

WHO. Daniel, Ashling & Aiden
WHERE. Lobby
WHEN. Early Morning

Daniel didn't park the car well, but then, when dizzy from blood-loss and heat and panic, parking wasn't the strongest concern. The hotel had appeared as a God send and Daniel was muttering beneath his breath, every prayer he could think of to Jesucristo and all of the Saints. He managed to push the car door open and he stumbled out of it, leaving his bag in the car. He hit the lock on his keys right before hitting his knees, dust and sand pluming up into the air. Blood dripped down his hand and he groaned, pushing himself up as he staggered towards the glass doors at the hotel entrance.

He didn't want them to call the police. If they called the police, he was going to go to jail. He had drugs in his car. Money in his car. If he went to jail, he'd be killed there. The cartel would find him and kill him. He wasn't important enough to bail out. Not even if Rodrigo had managed to make it out.

Rodrigo. His brother.

He fell down in front of the doors and turned over onto his back. His shoulder was throbbing, leaking blood onto the sand. He felt the sun beat down, the heat unbearable.

Was this Hell? He deserved it.

"Dios te salve, Maria, llena eres de gracia..."