fandomtownies | The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

Entry tags:

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

Gunther seemed like he was over Wolfgang's marriage, so Mary thanked her lucky stars. She did keep him at arms length in case he tried to grope her again because she didn't need that. She was already expecting Barney Stinson to drop by today and she had a feeling she'd also have to avoid being groped by him.

At least today was River's first day. Mary was very happy about that.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!

Today's Specials
Prosciutto and Mozzarella Sandwich
Fresh Mozzarella and Tomato Salad with Chile-Cilantro Oil and Chipotle Vinegar (spicy)
Sparkling Sangria

[Open! ~~I'm around until noon, and then SP after that.~~ I will pick up pings tonight when I get back.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Barney walked into the hotel to meet Mary. He was suited up, as per usual and thought he looked totally hot in all black.

He must be awfully warm in black, Mary thought, because it was at least 85° outside. Even with the hotel's air conditioning, she was dressed casually (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v325/thena8572/vegas/vlv_003.jpg) in a tank top and jeans because it was too hot to wear much more than that.

"Hello," said Mary, making an effort to smile. "How was your first week of classes?"

"My first class was awesome," Barney said smugly. He gave Mary a once over. "I see you are making the most of the heat today."

"I'm used to it. It gets a lot hotter where I'm from," said Mary.

"Yeah it does," he agreed. "Where's that?" Barney could do small talk, it was just whether or not he could pay attention while he did it that was a question.

[ooc: sp is love?]

"Las Vegas," said Mary. "And no, I wasn't a showgirl," she added quickly. "I started out as a casino hostess, then worked my way up to special events director and hotel manager."

[no problem!]

"Ahh, Vegas," Barney sighed the sigh of a gambler in love. "I don't get out there often. Business keeps me pretty tied to the East Coast these days."

"What a coincidence," said Mary. "Until coming here, I'd never been to the East Coast. The furthest east that I've ever been from Vegas is Atlanta."

"And yet, you chose Virginia." This was something Barney couldn't understand. He was not here on purpose.

"I went where they offered me a job," said Mary with a shrug. "I had no idea what I was getting myself into here. Squirrels writing news broadcasts, walking talking turtles, angels, demons, witches, cute fuzzy aliens, people who can set themselves aflame... If I had known, I probably would have headed for Atlantic City instead. Besides," she added with a smirk, "in a way, Virginia is perfect for someone like me."

"Naturally," he nodded, totally not paying attention. "Wanna get a drink before we head out?"

Mary raised an eyebrow, because she had a feeling that his attention had wandered a bit, but she didn't call him on that. "Sure, why not?" she said.

"Is there a hotel bar?" Barney hadn't been in town long enough to know these things for certain. Also, hotel=beds available.

"I'm afraid not, but it's just a short walk to Carita. I'm usually there almost every night anyway," said Mary.

"Caritas, the place with the zombies?" Barney asked.

"That's the one," replied Mary. "It's very popular with students, so you get a younger crowd, but it's still a lot of fun. I haven't been to the other bar yet."

"Sounds like a blast," Barney grinned. "Lead the way."

"Then let's go (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1871019.html?thread=85955499#t85955499)," said Mary.

John left his room, wondering how much trouble he'd be in if he decided to clean out the carb in the middle of his tidy hotel room. Probably a lot. So instead? Food.

Mary hadn't seen a lot of the new guest who checked in, so when she spotted him in the lobby, it seemed like the perfect opportunity.

"Hi there! How are you enjoying your stay?"

"Uh, hi. It's been good," he said, not giving her the once-over. Okay, slightly. "I was wondering," he said, slowly, "if there are arrangements for special services here?"

"What kind of special services are you looking for?" asked Mary. He better not be looking for a hooker or Mary might lose it.

"Just... a away to clean up if things get messy. Old towels or something. Maybe a tarp so the oil doesn't get everywhere..."

Mary was a veteran of Las Vegas strangeness. The only things that Mary could think of that involved messy hotel rooms and oil were bachelor parties gone wild and homemade porn movies. Unfortunately, she's seen too many of the latter at her properties in Vegas.

Mary cleared her throat. "I'm afraid we're not that type of hotel. We strive to maintain a family-friendly atmosphere here at the Arms," she said. "Perhaps there are some places on the mainland that are better suited to your, um, activities?"

"I'm sure there are, but that defeats the purpose of doing it myself," he said. Though, if he did clean the carb on the mainland, there'd be parts stores right there.

"And it's not like it's not family friendly. Might be a bit loud, but I've taken care of that. Maybe a bit smoky is all." Cuz John is all about the not-dirty even when he's dirty.

"Smoky?" repeated Mary, confused.

"Well, it does burn a bit of oil. I'm working on that. I think it needs new rings. It's a bit worn from being ridden hard."

Now Mary was so completely confused that she couldn't come up with a response.

"There's a repair shop on the island, but I--the owner doesn't-- I'm no longer sure if they have what I'd need. I'm just looking for a way to finish the project with a minimum of fuss and a minimum of muss."

She looked confused. "Would you like me to show you? I mean, it's not gonna get me kicked out, right?"

"Repair shop?" repeated Mary. Okay, maybe she jumped to an unsubstantiated conclusion.

"Yep. Sparky's. I used to work there back when I was a student. Now... I'm teaching a workshop." He's clueless that she's confuzzled about what exactly he's doing there.

"You're a teacher?"

Maybe Mary should just start all over again.

"Not exactly. Well...I guess I am. For this summer, at least. Fandom Graduate, class of 07." Which should boggle a bit, because he's clearly in his early 20s.

"You're a teacher," repeated Mary, "so you're definitely not filming porn movies?"

"What? No! Those were security tapes, I swear!" He boggled. "WHich you don't know about. Cuz that wasn't here. ANd all I wanted to ask was for towels and tarps and--" He stopped.

"I'm working on my motorcycle!" he said. Totally not flailing.

"Oh!" exclaimed Mary, turning red with embarrassment. "Oops, my mistake. I think we might have some tarps in the basement. There's plenty of room down there, too, if you need space to work."

"It's rather hard to get a bike up and down stairs. I wouldn't recommend it. Ground floor is best." His blush matches hers. He's not wearing a tank top, however, so you can't see how far he's blushing.

"I'll ~~handwavily~~ see to it that someone drops those tarps off at your room, along with some old towels," said Mary. "How long do you plan on staying? We do offer special monthly rates."

"I'd like to take advantage of the monthly rates. I... A few months, probably. I'm contracted for the seven workshops, and I'm not sure what will happen at the end."

"No problem! Just let me know if anything changes. If I'm not at the front desk, you can always leave a message on the hotel reservations line," said Mary.

"Will do," he said. "And I'll try to keep the mess and noise down to a minimum."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The Arms Hotel Lobby, Friday

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject