The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

Ever have one of those days when it didn't matter what the hell was going on, you were quite happy to just sit back, drink a coffee, and remain oblivious to it? That was Nikolai, today. So far since his shift had started, he'd taken three calls asking if room service also delivered pants (yes, but there was a fee for running errands around town), several more calls asking for clean sheets than usual (didn't wanna know. He didn't wanna know), and one irate guest who was demanding a refund because clearly her new facial hair and other things had to be a result of something that was in the food last night.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Today's Specials:
Coffee. Sweet, life, giving coffee.
Free if you don't talk to the clerk about your dick.
Seriously. Please.

Yep. That oughta do it.

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Comments

Mod Your Service!

[gunslingerpose]

There's food, too, of course. But the important thing is the free coffee.

No guarantees that it wasn't full of pumpkin spice, though.

Talk to Nikokai!

[gunslingerpose]

About anything. About the weather, a recent sporting event, about his superhero exploits if you really wanted to.

Just, please, not about your dick. Ever.

OOC!

[gunslingerpose]

Mmmm, coffee.