Cringing slightly as the noise carried into her room, Edei shot Craig a look that signaled her sorrow at such events but then she shrugged and continued down the hall until she found the room number that had been embossed upon her keycard
“What did you think I did with my free time then, Craig?” She asked with a laugh, shrugging so that the duffel bag’s strap shifted on her shoulder. “I can’t booze it up 24-7. I drink but not that much and though Psychosis does take up a large chunk of my life now, I need hobbies too.” The petite bassist grinned as she opened her hotel room door, walking in far enough to chuck her bags onto her bed before turning around again.
“Besides, what hobbies do you have?” She sounded almost indignant though there was still a hefty bit of playfulness to her tone and she motioned for the bag that he held so she could toss it with the rest and they could go find his room next. Then, if need be she could find which room the boozing and gambling would be held in so she could text Cormy.
Poor bastard was probably still in the lobby for all she knew.
Thinking ahead, she at least gave him the floor number so he could possibly find them before he turned into a wizened old man. Cormy- 7th floor. The other band is across from us. FML. Come up here!
Raisa awaited her many guests and when Jack burst in she spread both of her arms out as if praising his eloquent choice of phrasing before she turned back around to dig around in her luggage. Within a few moments she produced two bottles of moonshine. Though that wasn’t all she had, she didn’t want to drink it all within the first night and she set the apple pie and blueberry flavored spirits in their mason jars onto the coffee table.
“We need more room.”
She placed both hands upon her hips and scowled at the set up of her hotel room before springing into action. Surely, the shit had to move so she pushed against the largest piece of furniture first to drag it out of the way- the bed.
“Uggggh!” She grumbled, putting her shoulder against the bed frame though she didn’t seem to have much of an affect on its movement. It moved a scant couple of inches before she finally decided to ask for help.
“Where in the hell is Izzie? Is she coming? Maybe she can just pick up my bed one-handed and put it elsewhere until I want it again.”
Sadly, since Izzie was otherwise occupied she went for the next
“Heeeeelp.”