[ The heels of her shoes tap-tap-tap on hardwood floors in the lobby, the points (weapons, as it were) sinking into the carpet of the halls. She's reading something on her phone as they meander down said hall, he with his suitcase, she with her rollerbag. They appear as a flashy couple in a flashy hotel, as it were, and thus draw little attention to themselves. He with his crisp and meticulously tailored suit, she with her form-fitting sheath dress.
Despite the trip, not a hair is out of place on either of their heads. Preferable. She's not a vain creature, but Dany does prefer to look presentable. It seemed to have worked upon their exit of the airport and their entrance into the hotel.
She sets her phone down upon entering their room, pushing her bag beside the large dresser. ]
I'd prefer a drink after listening to that baby the entire flight. [ It's a tired joke as she slips out of her shoes, leaning forward to rub one foot. ] We should have something. Neither of us can exist on coffee alone.
[ That earns a pointed look, before she abandons her task and claims the bed nearest the door, sitting on its edge with a soft groan. Then it's on to the task of pulling her hose off. It's a simple gesture, but still a meaningful one. Paranoia in their line of work would dictate the bed nearest the door is the least safe, should someone deem it necessary to break in. Arthur is far better a shot than she is, anyway. ]
Do they have a fruit plate? I'd like a burger and fruit, not fries.
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Date: 2017-11-19 01:04 am (UTC)Despite the trip, not a hair is out of place on either of their heads. Preferable. She's not a vain creature, but Dany does prefer to look presentable. It seemed to have worked upon their exit of the airport and their entrance into the hotel.
She sets her phone down upon entering their room, pushing her bag beside the large dresser. ]
I'd prefer a drink after listening to that baby the entire flight. [ It's a tired joke as she slips out of her shoes, leaning forward to rub one foot. ] We should have something. Neither of us can exist on coffee alone.
[ That earns a pointed look, before she abandons her task and claims the bed nearest the door, sitting on its edge with a soft groan. Then it's on to the task of pulling her hose off. It's a simple gesture, but still a meaningful one. Paranoia in their line of work would dictate the bed nearest the door is the least safe, should someone deem it necessary to break in. Arthur is far better a shot than she is, anyway. ]
Do they have a fruit plate? I'd like a burger and fruit, not fries.