The Gig, Saturday

[justlike_a_girl]

Dani had brought the TV back to the barn and had it tuned to live coverage from Belmont Park. And, although it wasn't advertised, she did have the latest odds on California Chrome not winning the Belmont Stakes. Even though she'd love to see a Triple Crown in her lifetime, Dani stood to make out very well if any other horse won the race.

The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

Ah, Saturday. Nikolai's favorite day of the week, if only because it was the one day that he could make money without having to negotiate with Hollywood divas over the phone, or mug the muggers in the alleyways in Baltimore.

Of course, it was also that one day of the week where he could take some quality time out to just hang around in the kitchen doorway and be a pain in the ass.

"Too much salt, Gunther. We're not aiming to pickle our guests, you know. Oh, come on, now you've got too much pepper. Oh, come on, basil's not even that aerodynamic!"

It was the little things that made his days better. The little things.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Cook It Yourself If You Don't Like It!
Or Eat Free If You Can Get Nick To Shut Up.

"There is way too much ketchup on that meatloaf."

[Open, OCD-free, I'm actually around today! WEIRD.]