Another Day, Same Devil

[Fál]

Fál's ice blue eyes glossed over as he stared at the red and gold damask carpeting of the hotel's lobby. He has always disliked the carpet, not so much the seamless repeating design but the color. The color he hated. He would rather it be green, or perhaps navy... His boredom had him leaning on the marble concierge counter, resting on his right arm. The counter spanned before him, and after that the large sliding glass doors, and after still, the covered courtyard and valet parking. Behind him, in the rest of the lobby, a small high scale coffee bar with stiff-looking couches, a grand stairway leading to a second floor restaurant, off to either side of the stairway elevators were located to bring guests and residences to the floors of their rooms.

Along all of this people bustled about. Mostly the rich folk, businessmen and woman, the occasional D through A list actor or actress, various people of varying occupations both spoke much to those that they were with or not at all. Hoping that they would not be spotted as they made a brisk walk to an elevator. Fál though of nothing, his mind a haze as he waited and listened to the babbling white noise of his environment. Fál himself dressed in a black suit with a dark gray pinstripe buttoned shirt underneath the coat and no tie, what would be considered his normal attire. The female concierge clerk's voice broke Fál's misty-eyed daze and he sighed, rotating the shoulder he was leaning on the relieve a cramp.

"I'm sorry," the clerk said to a hotel guest. "But we do not accept American Express here."
An angry male voice answered back. "Why not?" The guest spat, "I made reservations for three nights here. My money is as good as everyone else's." Fál looked up then, to watch the commotion.
"I'm sorry sir, but we don't accept American Ex-" The clerk tried to repeat, but got cut off.
"I heard you the first time!" The male guest's face had turned an interesting color, a shade between red and purple. "Get me your damn manager!" Then he added in an undertone. "Fucking bitch."
In a pert manner the clerk replied "Well, you're in luck. I can do even better than that. Look to your right, that is the owner of the building."
The damn owner. Fál wryly thought as he stood up from his leaning position. "Sir." Fál acknowledged the guest and held out his hand in gesture for a handshake. The guest took it and shook it quickly, as if he was repulsed by the thought of shaking a man's hand that he was just about to yell at.
"She won't-" The guest started.
"Accept your card?" Fál interjected. "Perhaps offering her another card then?" Fál's perfect eloquence did not go unnoticed. "Or maybe I should call a cab and you can take up a room at the Four Seasons, it is about five miles Northeast." Fál was then joined by the person he was originally waiting for, the manager of the Ritz-Carlton.

Either because he was outnumbered or because of Fàl's piercing pale blue stare, the man took a step back, retrieved a different card from his wallet and asked the clerk if she would accept debit. Situation subsided, Fál turned to the Ritz manager, Mr. Saalfrank. "Have everything I need, Don?"
"Yeah, mind giving those back when you're done though? I would have made copies but the machine is broken again." Mr. Saalfrank handed the Devil the necessary papers needed for tax purposes.

[tmavy]

Tmavy was bored as usual, so she dressed herself up and walked out of her apartment and headed over to the Ritz-Carlton. She was wearing her hair down and curled slightly more than her natural. On her feet were a pair of metlatic silver stilettos that made her a few inches taller than she originally is. She also had on a pair of black knee length leggings that had silver sparkles. Tmavy was also wearing her favorite 'dress' if that is what it could be called. It was mid thigh length and was skin tight until it reached her chest where it began to sag. It hung of one shoulder and the sleeves were a three quater inch. Underneath she wore a simply black bra. Tmavy smiled as she strutted on down the side walk earning a few wolf whistles. But of course she felt safe for tightly curled around her waist was her golden elctrum whip. With the way it was it looked just like a golden rope braided into a belt.

She nearly passed the club because she was so caught up in thoughts of her whip. When she looked over at it she saw that Fal was leaning up against a pillar talking to the manager. Not bothering with the cross walk Tmavy J-walked over to the club, she earned herslef a honk from a car. But not because it almost hit her no, it honked at her because it was filled with drunken males that were most likley doing pot. Ugh, Filth

Tmavy entered the club and looked over towards Fal to see that the Rits manager was giving him some papers. Curiosity sparked at Tmavy and she walked smoothly over towards Fal and stood with a wide stance by the two men, making a sort of triangle with their bodies. "Well hello, Mr. Saalfrank. I didn't expect you to be out here. Shouldn't you be in your office?" Tmavy was trying to sound as if she was truly happy and surprised to see that he was here, and not in his office. But in truth she wasn't. She just wanted to talk to someone, because she had only headed out because she was bored sitting in her apartment. Which was actually rather large compared to some that were in the building, most referred to her room as the penthouse. Tmavy never bothered to get practicle about it.

OOC: Wow didn't know that it would be this long!

[Fál]

ooc |... it's also not a club. It's a hotel. Fál is in the hotel lobby, leaning against the check-in counter. But anyway, I'll post my reply when I get home this evening.