Hotel: Selina & Robert
[She'd been doing nothing when Robert and Pepper messaged, and there was nothing to leave behind in order to meet Robert in the lobby. The Egyptian was closed, too early for the clink of chips and the tinkle of glasses at elbows. Selina didn't even bother changing, because why? No, she left Gotham behind in soft silken lounge pants, black, and a snug baby doll in emerald. Bare feet and toenails painted wanton red, and she made her way down the hotel stairs with only a sliver of worry.
Tony was a grown man, and he was a diva. Surely he was fine. He was probably drunk somewhere, possibly in a bed with three women, and everyone would just be annoyed at him for his bad behavior.
Hand on the balustrade, she stopped at the bottom step for a moment, and then she walked into the center of the lobby.] Robert?