The disapproving eyes of the concierge tracked the two of them across the lobby of the Ivy Hotel, a five-star establishment whose suites cost more per night than Verity made in a month of bartending for Eric. It was the sort of place where they'd film movies, if the management didn't consider Hollywood film crews too déclassé to trust near their marble floors. ( Even the air tasted like money, a delicate blend of expensive perfumes and unobtrusive all-natural cleaning products. )
[Adapted from Chapter 11 of Seanan McGuire's Discount Armageddon with amazing preplay AND coding help from
firstofitskind, who is my personal hero. First post is here, the previous post is here, and the next post is here. NFI, NFB, OOC is love]
[Adapted from Chapter 11 of Seanan McGuire's Discount Armageddon with amazing preplay AND coding help from
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