[Mansion: Lobby] Failing at not wanting to appear desperate

[slasher_slayer]

Off Cham's suggestion after the mass arrival, he'd put the thought in Cassie's head that Vlad might show up. It was just a matter of time. Cassie had taken that to heart and every day since, she's sat herself in the lobby, in one of the high-backed chairs, eyes locked on the main entrance. She sat there for an hour, sometimes two. Just...watching.

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[c_lassiter_sbpd]

Lassiter had been out exploring the city. Unfortunately, no one outside of the hotel seemed to have any better of an idea of what was going on (much to hid dismay). After a disappointing afternoon, Carlton headed back to the hotel, pushing the main doors open with a huff and storming through the lobby. He had his sights set on the receptionist's desk.

"Alright, lady," he started in before he'd even reached her desk. "I'm through playing games. I want to speak to whoever's in charge around here. Now." He folded his arms over his chest, jaw set in a silent fume. The joke had never been funny, but Lassiter's patience (what little there was) had worn into oblivion.

[slasher_slayer]

Cassie saw the door open and she felt her heart rise with anticipation, then fall down into her hip when she saw that it wasn't Vlad. Annoyance bubbled low in her belly when she saw just who it was. He got about halfway through his yelling at the receptionist before she dropped the book to the coffee table in front of her, making a loud noise before she stood.

"Dude, people skills. You lack them," Cassie commented on her way over.

She found this funny, because boy, oh, boy, did she lack them as well.

[c_lassiter_sbpd]

"Dude, my business. Not yours." He mocked her before turning to see who it was. "You're-" He stopped and narrowed his eyes. It was the woman who had broken up the fight at the restaurant. He was suddenly reminded of the black eye that was still healing and the bump in his nose that had not been there previously. The receptionist was forgotten for a time while he dealt with this annoyance.

"You have a real bad habit of shoving your nose in my business, don't you?" His voice was raised, like usual, and all shame he'd had during the dinner fight seemed to have escaped his memory. "Don't you have some parking lot to loiter in - or does the city's lack of a Hot Topic really put a wrench in your afternoon plans?"

[slasher_slayer]

"Well, when your business is being a douchebag in my general area, yeah, I do," Cassie replied, crossing her arms beneath her breasts, arching an eyebrow at him that said 'I ain't afraid of you, old man'.

She rolled her eyes at the juvenile deliquent-type jabs. "Well, fuck you very much, gramps, but last time I checked, I'm not some fucking little emo kid. And if you keep barking at me, you're gonna get a black eye to match the one you got," Cassie replied through grit teeth. This guy was seriously harshing her attempt at a mellow.

"Why don't you go bother someone else? Like, oh, I dunno, someone who'll deal with your whiny bullshit?"