Everly Doyle's Story

Sunshine fell through the slats of Everly Doyle's blinds, sending a ray directly across her sleeping eyes. She groaned and rolled over suddenly, falling to her hands and knees on hardwood floor, sheets fluttering down around her. She cursed and moaned like a sailor as her body was racked with violent shudders, trying to shake of the nightmares of sleep. I'm safe. I'm in my apartment in Hollywood. She reassured herself. My brother and his stupid friends are in New York, probably terrorizing some new girl. The thought wasn't exactly comforting, but it helped her shake away the last remnants of the dream and stand, stretching out her muscles deliciously with a groan.

A knock at her door made her jump, and she whipped it open, giving the person on the other side the harshest glare she could think to muster up. He held up his hands innocently and smiled, raising an amused eyebrow. "Geez Ever, I knew you weren't a morning person, but don't kill me." Jamie, the drummer of her band said with a slight laugh.

She smiled and punched him lightly on the arm. "So... Is there a reason you're bothering me right now?"

"Uhm, yeah. We've gotta be at the Cashew in five minutes. Ted's getting antsy." She glanced around Jamie into the living room/kitchen area of the band's big, roomy apartment. Ben, Mark, and Ted were there. Ted was their manager, and he looked like he was going to tear his hair out at any moment. Luggage cluttered the floor.

Ever turned back to Jamie and raised an eyebrow. "Great. Wake me up last, and let me deal with his impatient ass. I see how you are. Tell him to fuck off, I'll be good in a minute." With that, she slammed the door shut with a roll of her eyes. Luckily, she'd packed last night, or Ted would probably hire a sniper to take her out. With a deep sigh, she grabbed a tight black, spaghetti-strap dress from her closet and wriggled it on, tugging it town to mid-thigh. She then yanked on a pair of black thigh-high tights and slipped into some studded combat boots. Ever ran her straightener through her extremely long hair quickly, before tucking it away in her bags and applying makeup.

When she was fully satisfied with herself, Ever opened the door, gesturing for the maids to go ahead in and get her luggage. She slipped on a pair of shades and a white choker necklace, passing Ted and the others on her way out. "What are you standing around for Ted? You're the one who said we had to go now."

Once at the Cashew hotel, Ever lowered her shades ever so slightly to look up at it. How had a girl like her, a girl from New York's slums, ended up here? She glanced behind her at the band members before heading inside. Not really wanting to deal with checking in, she grabbed her room key from the person behind the desk and went straight for the elevator. She wanted to explore a bit. Let Ted and the others deal with check-in and nearby attractions, yadda, yadda, yadda. This was her vacation.

Not ten seconds before the elevator doors had closed around her, they opened again to reveal a man. She peered at him through her shades, recognizing him. Red Jones. Known to be one of Hollywood's biggest heart throbs. She had to fight the urge to roll her eyes as he stepped into the elevator with her, settling herself further into the corner, and running a hand through her hair. "What floor?" She asked, fingers hovering the buttons.

As Veronica sat on her bed she watched the door rattle, almost threatening to blow off of it's hinges. But she just calmly got up and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth as she heard yells from the other side of the door. "Veronica! Veronica god dammit wake up already! It's 10:04!" She rolled her eyes and spit into the sink. She could practically feel the danger in her managers voice. She chuckled a little and said, "He sounds pissed," To nobody in particular. She like pulling Mr. Tatum's strings. Sure he was her manager, but she didn't like him much. She had much better managers in her past. There was Tina, she like Tina. So innocent, it was really fun to mess with her. Then again she guessed she did push it a bit far when she 'pretended' to pass out drunk. She insisted afterward that it was pretending anyways.

Going in her closet the banging seemed to get louder. "Veronica! We're going to be late! Get out here NOW!" Late? How was somebody late to a hotel? It wasn't physically possible, unless they arrived after their bookings ended, and there was no way she would be THAT late. She stopped looking at clothes though when the banging stopped. She took that as her cue and went to the door, opening it slowly and rubbing her head. "Did you call?" She asked innocently. Mr. Tatum however, said nothing. She looked down and saw she was in her black lace Victoria's secret underwear and bra. She didn't get why he was suprised, she did shoots in less than this all the time. Maybe he didn't watch. She didn't really care, he wasn't very fit, wasn't very good looking, they only thing he had going for him was his money and she had plenty of that. Veronica had no desire to impress him.

Shrugging she went back into her closet and picked out a beige sweater with closed eyes in the chest area that were black. With it she grabbed a black, flowy skirt that could have only reached to her pinky finger and tucked the sweater into it. Then she left and pressed a button on her wall, making her ferris wheel of shoes emerge from the wall. She smiled and picked out a pair of beige wedges with black bowties on the center of them.

She went into the bathroom and noted that her mascara from the night before had smudged slightly. She fixed it quickly and with her liquid black eyeliner did the 'wing' with the eyeliner on her eyes. She put a bit of eyeshadow on and foundation to cover any circles she might not see underneath her eyes. When she was satisfied she walked out of the bathroom and right past Mr. Tatum into the car.

The ten minutes she had to spend in the car was pure torture. It was all she could do not to break character in front of Mr. Tatum. She didn't trust him to not go leaking to press about her unkind personality just yet. So it was all sunshine and rainbows until then. "Now Veronica, your trainer tells me that you are once again, 5 pounds under the minimum weight we said you could be. That weight was leniant Veronica, you can't go any lower than what we told you." She just smiled and nodded. She what she would say if she opened her mouth. What the hell do YOU know about being the right weight Mr. Tatum? You're sure one to talk. That was one of the nicer things that was going through her head, but was usually the meanest she ever was out loud.

By the time they had arrived she had been lectured about 'the importance of a healthy diet' and 'over-exercising'. She couldn't take any of it seriously though, not when Mr. Chubbs was the one levturing her anyways. As she entered the Cashew Hotel, she didn't stop until she got to the front desk where the girl at the front immediatly gave her the key, a look of fear read across her face. Veronica smiled when she saw it. If there was one hotel that knew her true self, it was this one. She once had a waitress fired because she was in the bad mood and she thought that ruining somebody else's day would make her feel better. It hadn't, but it never hurt to try again.

She walked to the elevator and saw that it was already open and walked in, not even noticing there was people in it at first she leaned on the left side of the elevator. She breathed out a deep sigh and said to herself. "About damn time I got here." Moments after she said it though she realized there were people other than her in the elevator. "Oh," She said, obviously suprised. Looking at them she thought she recognized them. Obviously not staff. Was it possible she didn't even remember other celebrities names? No, no it was not. She struggled to remember and it clicked. Red Jones and Ever Doyle. Actor and singer. Supposed heart-throb and rumored arrogant girl. Wow, she really critiqued people didn't she? Her own outfit didn't really oppose to the fake personality she had. She couldn't help but wonder if they believed the facade she had along with everyone else. After all, they were famous too, they knew how it worked. Her mind began drifing to the mini bar that had to be awaiting her in her room. Oh, sweet booze. She couldn't wait to drink away. Even the thought that she would be able to smoke on this vacation brought her joy. It had been at least a week and a half since she had done either.

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As she walked around within the hotel, a wonderful smell tickled underneath her nose; a smell so delicious, that it almost made her drool. She quickly regained her composure before walking around the hotel, looking for the source of that enticing smell; and quickly, she found it- the hotel’s restaurant, which in turn, had a huge and extravagant buffet.

“I’ll start my diet tomorrow…” She whispered to herself, before walking into the restaurant with a sweet smile. As she entered the restaurant, she was met by a waiter who smiled at her, and in turn, Nabi smiled a brilliant and sweet smile. “Table for one please.” She asked, holding up her pretty and petite finger. The waiter nodded and escorted her to a table, one which was by one of the beautiful sights; the window was large and had the view of the pretty area surrounding it.

Within a matter of seconds, she had ordered the buffet and a sweet tea; one made with ‘splenda’. Nabi lifted herself from her table and elegantly walked over towards the buffet, pondering on what she should get- they all looked delicious.

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As the doors to the elevator opened, his eyes rested on the sexy blonde whose name had just escaped his mind; Red smiled charmingly before stepping on, his eyes careful not to wonder her body. “What Floor?” The blonde asked, causing him to look over at her.

“If you don’t mind me answering, I’m on floor 6.” He said, his tone was cool and nearly perfect; yet, before anything else could be said between the two, another person walked in- this one he instantly recognized. She was the cute brunette that often caught many eyes of other men- Veronica.

The only reason he knew her name was because just recently, he had guest-starred in the same magazine; he hadn’t spoken to her because they just missed each other when it came to the shooting, but he remembered hearing the photographer speak wisely about her.

“About damn time I got here.” This he heard, and it made his eyebrows raise at her; almost hinting her that he heard it. What a complete idiot; to say those kinds of words here. Obviously, she won’t last another year before rumors get out about having a foul mouth and sour attitude.
“Ah, are you having a bad day, Veronica?” He asked sweetly; yet his thoughts where completely opposite. His eyes switched over towards the blonde before he smiled at her, once again, having a smile as sweet as candy.

“What about you? How is your day?” His smile faded, yet the smile hadn’t left his eyes. What a lovely rose; one who has thorns- or so I hear from the television. It’d be a shame if it was a facade. He thought, turning his eyes back over onto the lovely Veronica.

“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.

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.

When he was confronted with the blonde chicks question about if Red knows who she was, he slightly smiled, and in a cute and innocent way put his hand behind his head. “I have been busy lately; so busy that even I forget my manager’s name.” He chuckled modestly. “I am very sorry that I cannot remember your name; though, if you tell me, I will try to remember.” He put his hands in a prayer like position, his smile shrinking into a cute half smile that is often seen on a child.

Though, when Veronica had answered his question, his attention drew towards her; a smile now slightly moving to the right side of his face. “Ah, I understand the feeling. Perhaps if they allowed our trip to be more peaceful, then maybe the day would be brighter.” His eyes squinted up, before an intoxication smell filled the elevator.

To be completely honest, Red was never attracted to smokers; in fact, he absolutely hated the smell with a strong passion. His eyes beaded towards the blonde haired girl, trying to hold back the cough that was prickling his throat. “It’s a shame that such a pretty girl smokes; it ruins your skin and immune system- not to mention it completely deteriorates your health.” He suggested, the smile disappearing; he allowed it to grow smaller until it was just an uncertain half smile that planted onto his face.

“Though, I am not obligated to tell you what you can or cannot do; so do what you will.” His voice was sweet, yet, if someone was smart enough, they could pick up the slight and very small hinder in his voice where he had insulted her. Finally, the elevator stopped and the doors opened.

“Well, I guess this is farewell; goodbye and see you around.” He smiled, waving his hand at the two before he walked down the hallway, and pulling out his room key to open the door. The room was big and beautiful; even though it did not have much of a view, the room did have beautiful scenery within the area. Without Red knowing, he had allowed the door to open as he sat on his couch. The door was open enough to invite anyone curious enough to walk in.




After a long choice of foods, Nabi finally filled her plate and elegantly walked back to the table; she’d figure that she would end up going back anyways, so she’d start off small. Her fork pierced into the pretty white angel hair pasta, wrapping its long and stringy self around the civil ware and just right when she was about to pop it into her mouth, her phone rang.

With disappointment filling her eyes, Nabi set down the fork and picked up the phone; only to find her manager’s voice on the other end. “I forgot to mention, but while you are on this trip…” He began, though, all of his speaking was going through one ear and out of the next on Nabi; fore, she was much more interested in the yummy looking noodles that resided on her plate.

Finally, Nabi caved in and ate her fork clean, while she finally turned her attention towards her manager, politely cleaning off her mouth. “…so, to prevent you from eating your money away, I have limited your funds for this vacation to only two hundred; so spend wisely.”

At the unfortunate news her manager had just given her, Nabi coughed into her napkin, tapping her chest as she looked around, making sure she doesn’t loose her composure. “A-Alright, it is understandable…” Her voice was nice, yet it sounded a bit sad. The buffet itself was about a hundred bucks, which only left her with a hundred more to spend on her trip- which was absolutely ridiculous!

She bit her lip slightly as she took another bite, knowing that her manager had cleverly played her this time.

Everly watched his innocent smile skeptically. She didn't trust charm. Other people might fall all over themselves for it, but she found it suspicious, and even harder to trust than the rudest person on the planet. “I have been busy lately; so busy that even I forget my manager’s name. I am very sorry that I cannot remember your name; though, if you tell me, I will try to remember.” He said with a child-like smile. She chuckled lightly.

"Everly Doyle. Don't sweat it." She said with a shrug before his attention turned back to Veronica.

"Floor 7 please." Veronica said, and she tapped the seven button.

That's when Red turned back to her. The charm had gone out of his eyes, and he shot daggers at her. She only smiled and raised her eyebrows. Making other people angry never failed to amuse her. “It’s a shame that such a pretty girl smokes; it ruins your skin and immune system- not to mention it completely deteriorates your health.”

That pissed her off. Who was he to tell her what to do? She opened her mouth, but he cut her off. “Though, I am not obligated to tell you what you can or cannot do; so do what you will.” He said it in a kind enough tone, but Ever was an expert at reading between the lines. She caught the blatant insult under his words and ground her teeth together as the elevator doors slid back and he stepped out. “Well, I guess this is farewell; goodbye and see you around.”

Oh no you don't. She seethed in her head and stepped out after him.

He left the door to his room open, making it easy for her to barge in, not really caring that she was uninvited. She didn't want to start a major fight, she just wanted this jerk to know, that is was not okay to insult her. That she was not like most celebrities, and just swallow it for the sake of her image. She just had to get that message across. She whipped her cigarette into his garbage can. "Does my smoking bother you pretty-boy?" She said from behind him. When he turned to face her, she whipped off her shades, revealing her icy blue eyes, filled with anger. She raised her eyebrows, as if expecting an answer, but cut him off before he could talk. "Don't give me any of your charming bullshit either. I got the knife at me under all that sweetness." She placed her hand on her hip. "Next time, think twice before you tell a perfect stranger how to live their life, asshole." There. It was out there. No taking it back now. That's how Ever was though. She rarely thought before she spoke. Sometimes she regretted that later, sometimes she didn't. She wasn't quite sure if she'd regret that one or not, but there was no use trying to cover it up.

With that, she slipped her sunglasses back on. Behind her, someone said her name. "Um, Ever?" She turned to see Mark, her bass guitarist peeking into the room. Behind him, the rest of her band and Ted all stood. Ted's face was white, and he glanced from Red to Ever. Obviously, he didn't approve of her latest explosion. "Sorry," Mark said to Red before focusing on her again. "We were heading to the room and heard your voice."

Ted looked at Red with a nervous smile, but didn't step into the room. "You'll have to excuse her. She can be kind of a hothead and has no manors. You'd think she was raised in a barn."

Ever glared at him, and hissed under her breath. "You're not my mother Ted. Get the hell out of here." She watched them leave before turning to Red. She'd planned on storming in and back out again, but her band, Ted mostly, had embarrassed her so she couldn't just awkwardly walk off now. She might as well wait for his reaction, though he'd probably just kick her out. Not that she cared. She was dying to get a drink anyway. She'd not come on vacation just to start fights with pretty-boys like Red Jones.

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."

Before he could even react, Everly was behind him, screaming and yelling at him; oh, how he wanted to smile, to smirk and to laugh out loud. He wanted to slam the door shut and ram her up against the wall and scare the absolute shit out of her, though, Red kept his calm, friendly and cute composure as he watched her vent her anger out onto him.

Once she was finished, Red stood, as if he was going to do something; yet, his real emotions was masked by his shocked and innocent face. “Wha-, no, I think you misunderstood…” He started, but was cut off by what seemed her band members, they stood in the door way as they began to speak; one of them apologizing for her behavior on his behalf.

What a pathetic fool; one who cannot even make the one at fault take the blame. If I was in his shoes, I’d… Before he could finish his thoughts, Everly cursed at her band members, showing no respect what so ever to a man; one who could replace her easily- or at least, with Red’s help they could. He knew plenty of foreign singers who’d be so desperate to become famous, that they’d kill; he also knew a hot number that would give Red a good time if he’d get her into a band. One that wasn’t as crude as Everly.

He simply smiled sweetly; seeing her embarrassed and awkward face made him all giggly inside. “Ah, don’t worry much about it; I’m sure I said something wrong.” He chuckled shyly, rubbing the back of his head once more. “Oh, but if you don’t mind, please be my guest and come in for a drink if you all would like; I do have a mini bar here, and I’m not that much of a drinker.”

Lie; a lie that was so cleverly hidden behind his amazing acting skills; yes, he loved to drink- yet, he could never get drunk. Perhaps it was a father thing; after he had a child, he’s never been able to get drunk- or maybe he was just immune to it after a while. “Ah, and if you’d like, I could easily crack a window so that er… you and your band members could smoke if you’d like.” He said, smiling; as if he was apologizing; though, Red knew he wasn’t.

Before they could answer, he turned on the light to the bar, before he pulled out the alcoholic beverages; his smile sweetly widening as he pulled out the cups. “You’d be able to save whatever drinks that you have for later by consuming mine.” He looked up, with a smile; though, it would be much more fun if Veronica had joined him, as well as the cute girl he had acted in a movie with.

What was her name? Ah, Amarina, that was her name. Red and her where a love interest, and even at some point, had a romantic scene where they had kissed. His eyes watched the people who were in his apartment, before his eyes caught a small piece of paper around his door. “Ah…” He simply said, walking away from the bar and over towards where the band members were. “Excuse me.” He said, his tone happy and almost preppy as he picked it up.

The envelope was pretty and his first thought was it was a love note; of course, only an arrogant man would think that- oh wait, Red was completely arrogant. He stuff the envelope into his pocket, determined to read it either when they leave or if they decided to stay, he’d read it with him once the mood had lighten up.

((Not doing Nabi’s post this time; but for those who’d like to interact with her, she’s in the hotel’s restaurant eating. :3 ))

“Ah, don’t worry much about it; I’m sure I said something wrong.” He said, infuriatingly. Ever was about to flare up again when he spoke again. “Oh, but if you don’t mind, please be my guest and come in for a drink if you all would like; I do have a mini bar here, and I’m not that much of a drinker.” Had he read her mind? She was dying for a drink. Slowly, the fight seemed to drain out of her, and she glanced at his bar before leaning back on one hip and glancing at her band.

“Ah, and if you’d like, I could easily crack a window so that er… you and your band members could smoke if you’d like.” She looked back at Red. No one was this charming. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she tried to detect anything in his voice that hinted towards a lie, or an insult. What was his secret? How did he always stay this kind and sweet and adorable? No one was naturally like that, were they?

"No." Mark and Ted said almost at the same time from behind her. Ted continued, "We should go unpack."

Ever shrugged. "Suit yourself." She said with a sigh. "I'm having a drink." Her band turned and left, and she shut the door behind them. She turned to see Red pulling out the drinks, and she went over to sit at the bar, taking one. She watched him as he excused himself to go grab a piece of paper off the floor, her blue eyes still trying to find a flaw. Something that suggested that this wasn't the real Red Jones.

Not really one for apologizing, she just dropped her previous anger, and gestured to the drink. "Thanks." She said, then gestured to the paper he'd picked up. "Adoring fan mail? Love letters?" She said, with a slight teasing smile.

He simply smiled as he watched the young, crude woman help herself to his refreshments; a smile that was truly genuine. He liked it when women weren’t… well, women. "Adoring fan mail? Love letters?" Once again, his eyes turned into slits as he smiled at her words, shrugging as he pulled it out of his pocket.

“Ah, I hope so. It enlightens me when I know my fans love me.” He said, flailing the letter in the air. “Well, I’m going to read it, and if it doesn’t have anything embarrassing or inappropriate, then I will show you.” He said joyfully, opening up the letter; the smile on his face faded a bit, but soon reappeared back onto his face much sooner. “Ah, to my disappointment, it is only asking me to go onto this website… see?” He smiled, sliding the letter over to her before he plucked out his phone.

It was an odd name for a website, and his first thought was it was some crappy homemade website that advertised and flaunted their knowledge about celebrities around like they where some kind of rag dolls. Red smiled, clicking onto the link before sitting next to Everly, sharing his phone with her whether she’d asked him too or not. “If you’d like to see better…” He began. Get your own damn phone and look it up, lazy, underrated- “Just ask me and I will let you see better.” He said, his voice almost perfect, masking his actual thoughts that swarmed into his head.

This better be good; otherwise, I might as well open a bottle of champagne and whiskey. Drinking along with this one might be fun; perhaps if I get her drunk enough, I could let myself go as well… Red’s thoughts jumped from topic to topic as he navigated his phone, augmenting the screen so she could see it better. “I hope it’s interesting!” He exclaimed, as if he was getting excited about seeing what the sight was all about.

((Once again, not posting for Nabi; I will though, for the next post- promise! :3))