@AeonSpiralThe hallway was long, and, since most of the lights were gouged out by sand vines, very dark. She was confronted with rooms and rooms and rooms, and then a large ballroom with a little garden of cacti growing in it. Someone with a sick sense of humor carved smiley faces on them... Well, at least they were living, probably.
@Eviledd1984"Like I said," the Clerk stated, confused, "He never stayed here, he was a car bum. He just hung around when the hotel was being built."
She thought for a moment, "I mean, it's unlikely, but you might find something of his stashed somewhere. It's probably been picked up by the landscapers or something, though."
@VioletRoseThe Bartender, who was a burly, middle-aged man with a bushy, graying beard and an... eye-patch? Didn't seem quite as surprised at her order as he did frustrated with the amount of water (though small compared to most places, to be sure,) that restaurant policies forced him to put in it, muttering a gruff "Mhm." as she finished speaking her order. Formal dress and well-kempt hair aside, he looked like he'd be rather more at home behind the bar at some saloon in 1800s New Zealand rather than a fancy, flashy place like this, but perhaps experience and good skills at the tap were hard to come by in Middle-Of-Nowhere, ME.
Come to think of it, there were other unusually rough-looking folks at the bar. One particularly large man in a leather trench coat, face obscured by an equally leather, equally roughed-up wide-brim hat, was sitting on one of the worse-lit ends of the bar and drinking what (in her expert opinion, must be) rum and coke with a straw. Another muscular chap with a handlebar mustache was chatting up a woman in a booth on the exact opposite side of the room.
Aside from the oddities, there was a man in a suit with a pencil mustache sipping wine alone at a table, probably waiting for food, a tall, auburn-haired woman nonchalantly eating a delicious-looking club sandwich... With silverware... (What sacrilege!) And three especially young fellows talking, laughing, and drinking in a corner booth with a pizza between them. It was early yet, and not many other noteworthy people have come to the restaurant, or even stopped by for a look.
@HHHippoThe dreadlocked man turns around, startled, and eyes his observer through the fog, "Ah, no, it's open, man. I, uhh, don't exactly work here, though. I'm just here to help people out. With things."
