Snippet #2203132

Veronica couldn't agree more when Red said the managers should let their vacations be more peaceful, and almost began to like him at that point. Almost. Because the second Ever had pulled out her cigarette Red had shown an obvious distaste for it. He even commented on how wrong it was, then went on to insult her indirectly. Normally these things would have no effect on Veronica, but seeing that he was insulting something that she herself was obsessed with doing, she took the opinion to heart as if he had directed it to her. He had his own opinions sure, but you don't go around commenting that way towards things that could be called a 'taboo' topic. That's what that would be called right? Not talking about how disgusting you find it to smoke around people who do?

Her thoughts were cut short when Red sauntered out of the elevator with Ever stomping out right behind him. She smirked, all of the anger that she herself had been building up had dessipated. She liked watching others negatives emotions, they made her feel better about herself, and the display Ever had just cascaded had made any bad thoughts about Red go to rest. If he could do that so easily, well she considered him lucky. She tried to be subtle with insults before, she learned that although she can get the same result, her ways of angering people were not nearly as subtle.

As the elevator opened she realized she had let all the smoke leave and that the elevator had actually moved at all. She stepped out and walked to her room, where she slipped her card into the door and entered her room. She heard a crumple under her feet as she stepped in but ignored it, heading straight to the minibar. The sound of paper under her feet hardly even registered as she pulled out a bottle of vodka from the bar and took a swig right from the bottle. She closed the lid and sighed in content as the fire burned in her throat for that short moment. Her bags were already in her room and unpacked as expected and she was tempted to change, but decided against it. Instead she hopped onto her bed and called room service.
"Hello, room service. How can I assist you?"
"Room service? Yeah, I want to know where I will be able to find the night club."
"The night club? Well, most guests prefer to explore to find the areas. If you would like that too, there should be a map placed on your bed."
"Fine, I'll use the map. If I can't find it though I'll see to it you'll never step foot within sight of this place again. Understood?"
"Understood madam."
She cringed at the term 'madam'. She most certainly was NOT a madam. She picked the map off of the bed like te man had said it would be and started to walk out of the door when she spotted the paper. Out of curiosity she picked it up and read aloud the words she saw. "Celbrity Rankings..." She muttered. Who would slide this under her door? It must be some prank by one of the staff. Still, it was a website. Couldn't hurt to look at it. She walked over to the computer and typed in the address, pressing enter and muttering to herself, "This had better be good."