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locke cole (lockecole) wrote in silverage,

Oh what a troublesome thing, that rain is!

Locke winced as he watched the veil of gray thicken at the rush of water and people shrieked and cussed as figures ran straight into the hotel or under its awning. After a minute, there was a shaky laughter as they dabbed their handkerchiefs on their damp sleeves, or their hats or their hair. A little later, some of them would brave the rain with an umbrella up -- and the party was over.

"Looks like company," Locke muttered to both he and Amy before he gestured for her to follow him and he started up the closest set of steps, taking two at a time so that he reached the second level fast enough and slipped out the impressive piece of key he had deprived of the bell boy.

And lo, it was the master key! Locke smirked at the sight of it in his mind. Good job there!

Choosing a random door near the end of the hallway, he pressed his ear against the door, then slipping the key into the knob, he twisted it free and pushed the door open, revealing a quaint, single room with cream walls and chocolate banisters. The key had disappeared, again, as he gestured for Amy to get in.