The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

Nikolai was totally paying attention to his job at the hotel today. Honest. Except for that half-hour phone call that happened just after his lunch break from one of his clients, who was having a bit of a personal crisis.

"Well, yeah, of course people latched on to it. You were at the rehearsals. She's an award-winning Broadway actress and damn near a household name these days. But people have a short memory for shit like that. So long as you're not jumping on Oprah's couch, you should be fine."

...

"Well, you did apologize, didn't you? Yeah? Yeah... What do you mean, you were mocked by The Muppets?" A silence while Nick listened, and then he let loose a sigh. "Okay, fine. Beat yourself up over this if you want to- it was a stupid mistake and you're right, you shouldn't have made it. But if you want my professional opinion, John, you really need to just let it go."

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Lemon Shrimp with Parmesan Rice
Spinach Salad with Warm Bacon-Mustard Dressing
Salted Caramel Ice Cream

"... John? John?"

Huh. The call must've dropped.

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