Snippet #2198436

It took but a moment for Veronica to gain her composure back. She let a cuss slip, so what? It's not like they weren't going to catch her doing things that probably seemed much worse on this trip. Honestly though the fact that other celebrities were in the same area in the hotel as her was the most suprising thing of all. She had once been in this hotel at the same time as Megan Fox, didn't see her once except when she was looking down from the balcony. There was just so much to do and so much time in a day that seeing another face that wasn't following your every order was...rare. That is, unless you planned it that way.

“Ah, are you having a bad day, Veronica?” Veronica rolled her eyes subtly and said in the voice she always used in public, "Kinda, the ride here was torture." She thought about what her manager had said and gave a glance at her stomach. He didn't know what he was talking about when he said she was too skinny. She knew there was still a bit of fat she had yet to get rid of. But if he wanted her to gain weight, fine. She would drink the weight on.

She had noticed them both raising there eyebrows at her so they obviously heard her earlier. It's not like she had been hiding it though. She was actually quite suprised herself that it didn't already register she wasn't really as nice as she was made out to be. Honestly, it's not like she believed any of the bullshit about Red. He just seemed so full of it, and there's no way he's as charming and kind as he was made out to be. Ever, on the other had...well, ever wasn't even trying to be nice. She just called everything as it was. No celebrity ever fakes that kind of attitude. It would seem weird to some that she knew so much about Ever, but hey, she liked her music.

"What floor Veronica?" Veronica shifted her gaze to Ever and thought for a moment. She was pretty sure her room was 721, but then again it might be 621...but she didn't exactly want to get off on the same floor as Red. That may lead to conversation and right now she just wanted to get to the minibar. It was taunting her, knowing that it was so close. Smiling she said, "Floor 7 please."

Yet, right as she said it, the mini-bars taunts and calls were demolished. They completely disappeared because just as the elevator began to move Ever had pulled out a cigarette. She lit it and puffed the smoke away from Veronica, and reflexively she tightened her grip on the railing she had been holding onto ever so loosely before. It was right...there. Even just a puff of the smoke would have sated Veronica just a bit, but Ever thought she would care, so she was tilting all of the things she irresistably craved in the opposite direction. She wouldn't lie, she knew in moments like these that she was addicted to it. Addicted to the smoke, addicted to the drink. She was just addicted. Maybe Ever would get out at the same time as Red and she could try and breathe in as much of the smoke that was left when they were gone. Then she would find her room, maybe update her twitter and check her e-mails. Or maybe she would just check her e-mails. Then after that, she would go exploring.