“If you don’t mind me answering, I’m on floor 6.” He answered. She raised her eyebrows at his politeness, and her lips curved into an amused smirk as she turned her shaded eyes off him and onto the buttons. Just before she could hit the button, someone else slipped in. A brunette Ever had to struggle to remember the name of. Veronica. She swallowed down a laugh. These two, in the eyes of the public, would probably be the perfect couple. Red, the charming heart throb, Veronica, the sweet new face of Hollywood. However, Veronica was a little young.
“About damn time I got here.” Veronica said, and Everly couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. It wasn't anything serious, Veronica had slipped one foul sentence, but it went completely against her public personality. Ever smirked and hit the six button. She didn't care where she herself was going, she was just going to wander around, so there was no point in making extra stops. Ted and her band were handling check in, and her room would be all nicely organized by the time she got there. In an hour, it'd most likely be like her room back at the band's apartment: a mess.
“Ah, are you having a bad day, Veronica?” She heard Red ask, and leaned back against the corner, making herself comfortable.
"What floor Veronica?" She asked, fingers still hovering over the buttons. If one more person got in the elevator, she'd get out.
“What about you? How is your day?” Red's attention turned to her, and she watched his smile from behind her shades. She loved sunglasses. They gave her the unfair advantage of looking wherever she wanted without anyone knowing. She watched his smile, trying to judge if it was genuine. If it reached his eyes. She guessed pretty much every girl in America would fall all over herself to have that smiled focused on them.
She smiled back. It wasn't a warm smile, just a formality. She shrugged with a smirk, tugging on one of her thigh-highs that had started to droop a little. "Not the best day of my life," she said with a whatever tone, "but not the worst either." She wondered why he hadn't used her name, and then realized that he probably didn't recognize her. Maybe he would if she was dressed like one of her acting characters, but dressed like this, she was only recognized by her fans, and she guessed Red Jones probably didn't listen to her kind of music. "Don't recognize me?" She said with an amused smirk, glancing at Veronica.
Chatting with others and being civil wasn't exactly her specialty, and she was dying for the elevator doors to open on floor six so Red could turn one way, she could turn the other, and leave Veronica behind. So she could be on her own to explore, maybe find the bar and get a couple of drinks. The elevator doors finally closed and Ever pulled out a cigarette, lighting up. "Hope you don't mind." She said, though her tone didn't suggest any sincerity at all. "It's not like you'll get lung cancer in the two seconds it'll take us to get to floor six." She took a drag and breathed it out, careful to send it towards the vent, so that she wasn't blowing it in their faces.