Who: Rory and Open What: Rory comes out of the office for a little while. When: Evening Where: The Ice Room Rating: Probably low
Rory signed softly, her eyes glancing over the paperwork on her desk. This wasn't her passion. She was a journalist at heart, and after spending two years on the road with Obama, she was even more sure that was what she was supposed to do. But instead of going home and working on finding a new job with a campaign trail added to her resume, she had been brought here to manage a night club. Rory was rarely one to complain, but she really hated her job.
She marked something on the paper and shook her head before setting the pen down and pushing herself up from the desk. She walked out the office door and up toward the front where the nightclub itself was located. It was the time of night that they had live entertainment and one of the singers was on the stage now, singing a song that reminded her of her best friend Lane. She walked over to the bar and took a seat, ordering a drink. She was officially done for the night, so she figured a drink before going back to her cabin would be fine.