Who: Buffy and Pike What: Awkward meeting after ten years? When: Night, around nine Where: Outside the night club Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
Not that she had any intention of playing slave to a higher power- the slayer gig didn't count, at least that was a calling, a security guard for a resort sure wasn't- but Buffy fully planned on using her 'security' status to snoop. After all, if she was going to be sure the hotel was safe, she had to know the hotel, right? Right. For the past two hours or so she'd been combing the building, though there was nothing to be found. It seemed clean, the only thing was, she couldn't find the manager.
There had to be something, anything that was going to help her, but there just wasn't, and it was making her annoyed.
It was close to ten or so when she gave up. She couldn't go outside, it was too wet, and she wasn't swimming through all that to find answers- she'd look when the water was gone. For now, it seemed the inside was clean. At least as far as she could tell. She'd have to check again, looking for rooms or doors she might have missed. Anything to help her out. The last place she had checked was the Ice Lounge..or Ice Cube..whatever, she didn't care what it was called. She stepped out of the club, ears ringing slightly from the noise.
Shaking her head, she ran her fingers through her hair in frustration, walked a dozen meters or so away from the club, and then leaned against the way, while making a noise of frustration.
All she wanted to do was kill the manager, was that really so much to ask?