likely at fault.

“People can be very RUDE, it comes with the job.”

Emerson laughed “No, no, not a ghostbuster, I can’t pull off a jumpsuit like Bill Murray can”

"I don't really think anyone can, but it's probably worth a shot to try. Admittedly, I just think it'd be funny."

"Allison." She replied as she shifted in her seat, stretching her arm out for the girl to shake her hand. "Pleased to meet'cha."

“It’s a five star hotel. And I ain’t afraid of no ghost” he said with a laugh and a bright smile

"Wow, I didn't know I was in the company of a Ghostbuster. I admire your hard work and determination. But you’re doing a bad job here."

"Better luck tomorrow."

“Stop the elevator midfloor see if a hot firefighter comes to our rescue”

"You're on." Allie said as she took a few strides towards the elevator. "It'll be the most action this place has seen in a while."

“Bothering isn’t the exact word I’d use. Intruding is more fitting to the situation.” Emerson smiled at her request “What do you expect from a infamous haunted hotel like this one” 

"I suppose you're RIGHT. But I was expecting a little... more normality, perhaps." Allison shrugged at his question, not really sure what else she could add to explain her frustration. "What made you pick this hotel, then? If you're so smart."

"Don't worry. I've reached my limit for the day."

"You're welcome. I don't give them out a lot, glad you appreciate it."

"You're PRETTY. Take my rudeness as a compliment."

“It’s midnight, what do you want?” 

"You're obviously awake, so don't act like I'm bothering you. I just want some normal conversation. Everyone wants to talk about ghosts."

“I dare you!”

"Dare me to WHAT, exactly?"

“It happens every day. Well it’s because I kind of do it too”

A dead-pan expression stayed on Allie's face as she took in the blonde's words. She wanted to LAUGH, but she knew it was too rude to do so. "Is there something in the water here or what?"

Since the day that Allie had arrived at De La Luna, she hadn't met one normal person. All she wanted was a normal interaction without someone making her feel like she was going CRAZY, but that seemed like it was going to happen any time soon. In that moment, she regretted picking at particular hotel. However, it's reputation preceded itself and she was on a mission. "What do you mean your memoir could be considered a ghost story? Please, for the love of God, don't start some kinda vanishing act. Trust me... I've seen two men pop in and out of thin air."

The sudden noise had startled her, but she didn’t show it. All that could be seen on Wendy’s face was annoyance. Looking away from the keys on her rickety typewriter, she locked eyes with the only other person around - her eyebrow raising slightly. “Was that you? Cut it out, I’m trying to be productive, it only happens once every few decades or so.”

"My bad." Allie replied as she looked over the girl and their setting. "Productive how?" She asked as she moved around the girl to look over her shoulder. Allie was known for intruding, sticking her nose where it didn't belong, but she didn't care. "Are you writing a good old-fashioned GHOST story? I can't imagine you finding muse for anything else in a place like this."

"Hair of the dog, right?" Allie commented as she gazed out over the skyline, never seeing the Los Angeles horizon look so ANGRY before. It was almost soothing to watch and she could get herself getting carried away by the sights before speaking again. "It's pretty gross out, isn't it? I came to California for the sunshine and the beaches, and what do I fuckin' get? This."