I wanna take you to a midnight show tonight
They arrive late at night, when the Conrad’s main business has trickled away and all that remains are red-eye arrivals and stranded travelers. Gail examines the lobby with her typical calm--not blank, not expressionless exactly, just serene. Radcliff takes point, leaving Winny to fuss over the bags and the bellhop.
“Oh, here, I can--no, really, it’s rather heavy--”
The archangel raps sharply on the counter, ignoring the smile of the young woman behind the desk. She feels utterly bland--human, unless she doesn’t have her wings out. Either way, Radcliff does not approve. Gail drifts up next to him and he puts a hand on her arm.
“We should stay somewhere else. This place is a major security risk, to say the le--”
“Isn’t it marvelous?” Winny drags up behind them both, tugging one of the bags with more valuable contents and practically glowing. “It’s one of the nicest in Chicago, I read all about it, and just think, Romana stayed here! Vincent Sterling is here!”
“Hn.” That’s all Cliff has to say about that.
“Radcliff, manners, please.” Gail smiles at the receptionist. “We’re here to see Vincent Sterling. He should be expecting us.”
“I still think--”
“Your concerns are noted, Cliff.” She puts a hand on his arm. “But it would hardly be polite of us to look for lodging elsewhere before even greeting the current angelic garrison.”
“Hn.”
Gail smiles, fractionally, and gives his arm a little squeeze.
“Oh, here, I can--no, really, it’s rather heavy--”
The archangel raps sharply on the counter, ignoring the smile of the young woman behind the desk. She feels utterly bland--human, unless she doesn’t have her wings out. Either way, Radcliff does not approve. Gail drifts up next to him and he puts a hand on her arm.
“We should stay somewhere else. This place is a major security risk, to say the le--”
“Isn’t it marvelous?” Winny drags up behind them both, tugging one of the bags with more valuable contents and practically glowing. “It’s one of the nicest in Chicago, I read all about it, and just think, Romana stayed here! Vincent Sterling is here!”
“Hn.” That’s all Cliff has to say about that.
“Radcliff, manners, please.” Gail smiles at the receptionist. “We’re here to see Vincent Sterling. He should be expecting us.”
“I still think--”
“Your concerns are noted, Cliff.” She puts a hand on his arm. “But it would hardly be polite of us to look for lodging elsewhere before even greeting the current angelic garrison.”
“Hn.”
Gail smiles, fractionally, and gives his arm a little squeeze.