The Hotel was quiet, understandable considering that the four other inhabitants were asleep or trying to.
Eris spent the last two years in this palace of solitude. The little Ranch hotel was situated a few miles from the nearest town and was themed in 'COWBOY'-swinging doors, cacti, horse stables…the works. It was big enough that it had ten medium sized rooms a bathroom connecting to each room, a dining room and a little bar room with a stage for the old performers. Most of the rooms proved useless other than to be alone away from Crowley and the others. It made sense that this was where Crowley grew up, him being the Cowboy and all. His dad was the Ranch hand and his mother was a rodeo rider - that was around seventy-five years ago.
Eris couldn't exactly place where the hotel sat, only that the nearest town was called Rush Stream Valley and the nearest City was at least thirty miles away. Eris couldn't tell where it was, the only subject she ever flunked was Geography.
Flitting through to the little Bar Room and around the Bar itself to find her store of Blood. Pouring a shot, she downed it and shivered as the red liquid hit her taste buds. It was like…like liquid sex. After her morning shot she wandered to the very old bulletin board with a new note on it in Murlough's difficult handwriting.
Eris, we have some guest coming through to the Hotel later on this evening and we require…live drinks as well as the refrigerator packets. Go on into the City or the Valley and bring back a few 'guests'. Watch for unwanted guests and if we have any blood bags visiting, take care of them yourself or call upon Crowley. You will sing for the guests tonight since Devon claimed the last dancers we high jacked from Rush Stream Valley. No complaints, just be ready for tonight, buy a new gown if you must.
Eris bit her lip. He wanted her to sing, that was fine - that involved an hour or something of her time. But, he wanted her to bring some Blood Bags back, it discomforted her on their idea of a task for the day. But, it had to be done or she was on her had just left the Hotel and was two feet from the doorway when she recognised a little old fashioned, black limousine. The window rolled down and a balding head was revealed, the man wore pink tinted little circular spectacles and the shoulders of a yellow tweed suit could be seen from the view the window allowed.
Eris groaned and squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them wide to make sure she wasn't seeing things. Nope, still there."Ms. Eris, would you mind taking a ride into town?" He asked her and beckoned her to the car.
She flitted to the window. "Should we not wait for Murlough, Mr T?"Our little ride to Destiny does not require Murlough's assistance today. Plus, I see you need to find some…shall we say 'entertainment' for this evening, I can drop you in town and kill two birds with one stone. Get in the car."Eris nodded, "Right, sir."
Sup, guys? Lil, note incase people get confused. This fic is book and film based, just what ties together for me, me being a picky b*tch. :P Any ideas on a new gown or clothes or anything like that then tell me if you so wish! :) Have a nice day...or evening. Vixen.x
