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The Arms Hotel Lobby, Tuesday

Mary didn't want to complain about the heat since Las Vegas did get a lot warmer than Virginia in the summer. However, coming from a desert climate, she really wasn't used to the humidity. So today she was dressed really casually in a button-down shirt and jeans, which meant that she was showing a lot less cleavage than usual. She'd already gone through a pitcher of iced tea on her own and had sent Gunther back to the kitchen for more.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Beat the heat and enjoy free iced tea today.

[OOC: Open for

scary_jeff . I'm around until noon, and then SP after that.]

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And lo and behold, there was Jeff! Looking decidedly toasty. He was used to a bit more rain. Or maybe a lot.

He wandered onto the premises, disappointment and relief warring in his head over the sight of Mary's state of dress.

"Hey you!" said Mary in greeting. "How are you? I was kinda worried about you after what happened at the flag football game."

"H," said Jeff. Oh, no, he wasn't going to try this again. It had been tried, it had been proven, you just couldn't pull out from a hi. "--i," he said, several seconds later. Then he just sort of stood there, lost.

"Now, you need to make sure that you stay hydrated in weather like this," said Mary. "There's plenty of iced tea and cold water in the kitchen. Just let Gunther know and he'll bring you a pitcher, okay?"

"Okay," Jeff said. He imagined this was going to become a remarkably docile and monosyllabic working relationship.

At least he'd washed the doodles of Mary and her general chest-area off his arms last night. Wait, had he? He checked his arms to be sure, and sighed in relief.

"Are you ready for the exciting world of hotel management?" asked Mary, awfully perky considering how humid it was.

"Yes," said Jeff. Staring at Mary (but now more towards the face, directionally speaking), he decided he could see where this would start to be a habit.

He was also aware of his hair sweating down his favourite, most offensively yellow Hawaiian shirt.

"Let's show you around," said Mary. "Here in the lobby, you've got the front desk. Your guests are going to sign the register when they check in," she said, indicating the antique book with fountain pen, "although we keep records on computer these days. If you need any room keys, they're in the cabinet behind the desk here. The hallway to the left has the laundry room, janitor's closet, and a couple of rooms that don't get rented that often, although I did have someone check in the other night who wanted something on the first floor close to the exit. Are you with me so far?"

This monosyllabic thing was really working! Maybe he should consider going mute entirely. He didn't realise there was a goofy smile creeping in on his face. "Yes," Jeff nodded.

Mary looked back to see if he was still with her and noticed the smile. She hoped that was a good sign.

"Over to the right, we've got the restaurant entrance, the hallway to the kitchens and the two ballrooms, and the elevators as well as the stairs to the upper floors. Now, the restaurant hasn't really opened for business yet because Gunther and I want to do a big grand opening, but in the meantime we've been having fun doing free lunches or free appetizers in the lobby," she said.

There was free food, free drinks, a toilet and a gorgeous woman. "I may never leave," Jeff said, in awe. He wasn't aware he was speaking out loud until a few seconds later, when he clammed up.

"You might not have to. We have plenty of rooms available," said Mary, giving Jeff her most dazzling smile.

"Oh," said Jeff, not because of a concerted effort to remain monosyllabic, but because he may have fallen in love a little. "I'll just have to make use of those, some day," he said, after a moment, "They may be useful."

"Now, Gunther will be in out of the lobby all day, especially if there's food," said Mary. "There's three things you need to know about Gunther. One, he speaks with a really heavy German accent so some people have trouble understanding him. Two, he does some really good food, but he's also capable of cooking some really bizarre things. If he ever starts talking about escargot entrails, let me know right away. Three, never mention Wolfgang Puck around him. Got it?"

"Okay," Jeff said, although he had absolutely no idea who Wolfgang Puck was (but knowing of his existence and the consequences of mentioning it probably meant he was going to mention him). As long as Mary was talking, though, he wouldn't be. Also, he sort of liked the sound of her voice.

Of course, that's when Mary got worried that she was talking too much and giving Jeff too much information at once. "Do you have any questions for me?" she asked.

"Did you know they make candles out of human fat?" Jeff said. Then facepalmed internally.

"No, I did not know that," said Mary, confused.

"Not just candles," Jeff stammered, on a roll now, "But it's quite useful for explosives, too. Not that I know anything about explosives, human or otherwise. I just thought, you know, it may be useful. For commercial reasons. I would never concern myself with these things in a personal, uh, context. ...Obviously, I don't mean to bottle and sell it--" Stop talking, Jeffrey! "--Because that would be mad."

Mary didn't know how to respond to that, so she just looked at him.

Jeff fell quiet for a moment, too. He scratched the back of his head. "No," he said meekly, answering her question at last.

"Now, if you need anything, I'm staying in room 422," said Mary. Maybe she should elaborate on what "anything" refers to.

Jeff nodded. Fervently. His mouth was no longer anything to be trusted.

Well, it hadn't been before, but.

"You can also just call my cell phone for anything if I'm not in the hotel," said Mary innocently. "I'll write the number down for you."

"..." said Jeff, because words were bastards but something had to be said. Then he nodded again.

"I think that covers everything," said Mary, fanning herself. "Do you have any questions for me?"

The ensuing "..." sounded strangely strangled and desperate.

"Are you sure you'll be okay on your own here?" asked Mary.

Jeff hoped his next set of parenthesis communicated enough of a positive outlook to be believable. He grinned, just to make sure.

"Good," said Mary, smiling. "Enjoy the rest of your shift! I need to run upstairs and take a shower. Remember, call me if you need anything."

Jeff nodded reassuringly. He wasn't entirely sure who he was reassuring, but he was there to do it. For the rest of his shift. While Mary was upstairs taking a shower.

The urge to bang his head against the desk was overwhelming.

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