IMPORTANT!
So this is my first idea for this fanfic and the next chapter will be my second idea. Please review and comment on which storyline you would prefer to read. Thank you!
Sally was many things. Yes, she was a murderer. Yes, she was a drug addict. Yes, she had abandonment issues. Sally McKenna was many things, but a quitter? Never. She knew what she wanted and she knew how to get it, one way or another. And right now? Sally wanted out. Out of that hellhole, out of that damned hotel for good. She had been stuck there for far too long. Sally wanted back into a world for real, not simply through her social media accounts.
She lounged on the stool at the bar, feeling on edge despite being surrounded by friends, if you could call them that. Liz was behind the bar chatting with Iris and John was at one of the tables with his wife and children, completely ignoring Sally. Huffing, the retired junkie scowled, putting out her cigarette on the coaster next to her. Sliding down from the stool, she walked to the elevator, pushing the button to take her up to her room. Lazily making her way down the hall, she rounded the corner and bumped right into…
"Watch it bitch," snapped the deceased witch.
Sally stretched her mouth into what might've passed as a smile.
"And you must be Queenie, the little witch, is that right?" The murderess rasped out, "You might be able to help me."
Queenie rolled her eyes and shook her head. She knew what Sally wanted, hell, it was what everyone in the hotel wanted. To go back into the modern world. Queenie missed New Orleans and the coven. She had tried to contact Cordelia but Zoe said she was away on business in Florida. It'd be a few days before she returned.
"Look, the only person I know who could possibly get us out of this mess is Cordelia Foxx, and she's out of commision right now," Queenie snapped.