The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

Nikolai was pretty sure today was going to be another one of those, 'not going to ask' days. He decided that pretty much the moment he made his way down to the lobby to find the computer browser open to a page about aphrodisiac foods. And, while Gunther denied vehemently that he had anything to do with the page in question, the simple fact remained that tonight was the night of the three minute dates at Caritas, and the specials today all seemed to contain certain ingredients...

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Venison Loin With Chocolate Infused Sauce
Asparagus and Basil Pesto
Honey Roasted Fig and Almond Tart

... And if Nick was on his third slice of the tart before his shift was through, that was entirely because it was delicious, and not at all because he was planning on giving speed dating a try tonight, himself.

[OOC: Open, OCD-free!]

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[dr-manly-voice.livejournal.com]

All right, so travel by portal wasn't so bad as she'd been expecting. But still. Flying back to California for the rest of her luggage, and then back to the East Coast again, had left her a bit under the weather.

Her hair was certainly not at its best, but whatever. She'd check into the hotel, and then nap off the jetlag before going into town to investigate this new store of hers.

Instead of the bored pimply-faced teenager she'd expected, the hotel clerk was apparently a quite delicious-looking man. This island was improving.

"I have a reservation," she rumbled. "Under Girlfriend, comma, Doctor."

[gunslingerpose]

It was to Nikolai's credit that his only real reaction to Dr. Girlfriend's voice was a startled blink that was conveniently hidden behind his mirrored sunglasses, wasn't it?

And if the moment's pause that followed that up was any indication, he'd just explain that he didn't get many clients in here, generally. Which was true enough.

"Girlfriend, comma, Doctor," he repeated, nodding and poking through the computer system for her reservation. "Ah, there it is. And you'll be staying for how long, Ms. Girlfriend?"

... Which was a weird name, but whatever, Count freaking Dracula was checked into this hotel. He'd get over it.

[dr-manly-voice.livejournal.com]

She was used to worse. Much worse. If he wasn't asking her if she was in the wrong bathroom, she could let it slide.

His question, however, threw her for a loop.

"I don't know," she said. "I hadn't thought that far. Are there apartments in town?"

Apartments would not have henchmen cleaning the place or serving meals.

"... or do you have any long-term rates?"

[gunslingerpose]

"There are a couple of a couple of apartment buildings in town, though I haven't personally taken a look at them yet," Nikolai explained, shrugging his shoulders. "And I'm sure some of the houses and apartments upstairs from businesses have rooms to let. But..."

He did some clicking around on the computer, bringing up a page with room prices, and then turned the screen around to face her.

"We do have long-term rates, if you decide you like hotel living long enough to stick around. The rooms are already furnished, of course, if that makes any difference. I'm pretty sure people looking to become permanent residents need to clear rental arrangements with Mary, our owner, but I can take care of that for you if you like."

[dr-manly-voice.livejournal.com]

"I'll look into it," she said, taking note of the rates with a shrug. The Guild was funding this little expedition of hers, so they could at least put her up somewhere nice.

"Put me down for a week, then, and I'll talk to this Mary if I want to stay longer. Does that work?" She was already pulling out her purse. "Would the rental room have some kind of a kitchenette in it?"

She didn't cook very often, but it might be nice to have the opportunity.

[gunslingerpose]

"I'll make a note in the system," Nikolai replied, nodding. "Our suites are fully liveable, and they do include a kitchenette. Plus, if you're ever not feeling like cooking for yourself, feel free to ring up room service. The cooks here are pretty damn good at what they do."

Nick lived on room service, so sue him.

[dr-manly-voice.livejournal.com]

"I plan on using room service quite a bit," she admitted. "I'm not really the domestic type."

And if David complained about the bill, she'd remind him how much cheaper a hotel in Maryland was than an apartment in Manhattan. And that the Guild was not exactly hurting for funds.

"Thank you," she added, warmly. "I didn't catch your name, mister --?"

[gunslingerpose]

"Bartamian," Nikolai replied with a smile. "Nikolai. You can call me Nick, if you like."

It was less of a mouthful.

[dr-manly-voice.livejournal.com]

"I do like," she replied, offering him a gloved hand. "Sheila. Dr. Girlfriend is just a ... professional name."

Which narrowed down his options, if he wanted to guess what she did for a living. 'Supervillain' might be far down the list.

"I don't suppose you could help with my luggage?"

[gunslingerpose]

"I'd love to," Nick replied, pulling himself up from his seat. "The desk'll be fine for a few minutes, I can show you to your room, take you around your suite if you have any questions..."

Do some heavy lifting. Show off his shoulders...

He was pretty sure either Allie or Hannibal or both would smack him if they knew he was doing either of these things so soon after that harpy-thing clawed up his shoulder. He didn't much care.