fandomtownies | The Arms Hotel, Thursday

Most of the hotel staff were gathered in the lobby, all work forgotten as they gawked at the person snoozing at the front desk. She looked vaguely like their boss, with her red hair in a messy bun being the only recognizable feature. But Mary was known for her distinctive wardrobe of tightly-fitted sequined dresses. None of the staff had ever seen their boss wearing a t-shirt with a lineup of nearly-naked men on it with a "Thunder From Down Under" logo or baggy oversized sweatpants. One of the bell boys finally came to his senses and went to the kitchen to get Gunther. The chef took one look at Mary, frowned, then went to the kitchen. He returned with a steaming cup of coffee (black, no cream or sugar) which he firmly set on the desk with a loud thump.

Startled, Mary's eyes flew open. "Oh, thank you, Gunther. I got in late last night and couldn't find my room key," she explained. Gunther's response was to raise his eyebrows, to which she quickly added, "I probably could have made a new key, but I was a little out of it. You know how exhausting it can be to travel by portal when you have long layovers in strange places. And I'm sure my key will turn up somewhere. It's not like I did anything silly like leave it behind in the stripper's… Um, yeah. I'll just finish my coffee and make a new key."

Gunther rolled his eyes. He mumbled something about bringing some breakfast out for Mary and retreated back to his kitchen.

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Or just gawk at the naked men on her t-shirt.

The hotel staff are surprisingly helpful once they're done gossiping about their boss.

I've had horrible writer's block for a while, coupled with an insane work schedule and a family member who's had seven hospital stays since the beginning of the year. And the whole time, I kept picturing all the misadventures Mary was getting into and composing this entry for when she returned once I got my act together.

The Arms Hotel, Thursday

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