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Garrett proceeded his day as normally as he could, meanwhile his mind was going a hundred miles a hour. He was familiar with Hawthorne Tower and all the rumors; it was up to him to find a way to prove them to be true. Or, well, at least that’s the pressure he put on himself. This task wasn’t like any of the others, he needed to uncover the truth. As he was fixing the elevator in the hallway, he began to ponder of ways he could try to sneak into the office of Hawthorne himself. If there was anywhere he would hide something it would be there, right? The voice of someone behind him made him come back to reality. He turned around and gave a confused look. “Sorry, did you say something? I was kinda distracted.” 

Lola had to work hard these trying, tragic days to make herself feel better or- imagine- have fun. Now, it wasn’t her usual speed but even she was partial to a hunky handyman hard at work. Of course she thought she was being very subtle with her snooping but there was only so long she and her clippity heels could go unnoticed. When he turned, she jumped a little, feeling momentarily embarrassed before pulling on her loveliest, most innocent smile. Bat bat of the eyelashes and all.  “Um, no? Wait, yes! Yes... I was just, um, wondering how it was going? How you were doing with all the fix-y stuff,” she said, sneaking another totally subtle look at him, “We all know how important the elevator is, you?” 

Performing was much more work than one would think. Never mind the singing — there was the act that went along with it; the level of charisma and energy one had to exude for more than just a few hours at a time in order to truly do a good job. More often than not, Nina found herself feeling drained, able to find comfort in one thing only. 

Lola was pouting at the bar, there was truly no denying it but didn’t she deserve to? While she may still have looked her usual fabulous self, she didn’t feel it and there was nothing she could do about it. How tragic was that? Lola Mercado on the outside but she-didn’t-even-know on the inside. That’s when she heard her. That’s when she finally looked up and actually smiled. Not only was a pretty girl offering to buy her a drink but she was a singer. Swoon.  “French Martini, please,” she said to the bartender before turning her attention to- oh what had they said before the show? Nina?- Nina. “That was very kind of you, thank you. Can I just say that your set tonight was gorgeous. Honestly, my heart. You are very talented.” 

letting the warm miami air wrap around her, emilia stood outside the staff entrance to the hawthorne hotel as she lit up a cigarette. it was her tradition now; everyday before her shift she found herself arriving early so she could have a cigarette and cup of coffee in peace before she had to smile at hotel guests and play nice. as she inhaled the nicotine, something caught her eye - or more likely, someone. the sun around them had set, making it harder for her to make out exactly who was there. she took another drag from the cigarette before deciding to err on the side of caution. “hey there, are you okay?” she asked the figure, not sure if it was a guest who had found themselves down here or another employee. 

“oh my god, hi! hello, do you work here? i am so lost right now, i can’t even... it’s like ever since i was basically banished to the fifth floor, my navigation system is broken. this is why the penthouse is always the go-to because you can just press the very top button and, well, anyway. here i am and here you are. ps. i am loving your hair,” she added, very importantly, before remembering what her point was. she was definitely in the hawthorne area, obviously but how she was supposed to get back to where her sad room and the not-so-sad bar was, she didn’t know. “is there, like, a door back in or something?” 

kit’s laying on the lounge chair by the pool, he’s wearing an exceptionally ugly hawaiian shirt and a pair of tiny yellow swim shorts. he pushes his sunglasses up off his nose, and past his forehead, to get the hair out of his face. he’s got his notebook on his lap, but he’s not really focused on it. he’s somewhere between deciding if he wants to take a nap or if he wants to go into the pool. “how is the water??” he asks, leaning up just slightly to make eye contact with the other. 

“oh my god, i am loving this look for you. it reminds me of the summer i spent three weeks on this yacht near saint-tropez. my french was very so-so at the time, me and the owner had a lot of miscommunications but she was super fun,” lola breathed, feeling a pang of sorriness for herself before spiritually shaking it off. anyway, back to his question- “i don’t know though, this bathing suit is more for laying beside than the pool than actually going in so. no one’s, like, drowning though so it seems good.”

WEDNESDAY, 29 JULY 2020. 23:15   ⁏   outside the lounge.  (   open to all !   )

WEDNESDAY, 29 JULY 2020. 22:05   ⁏   the balcony. (   open to all !   )

 Starter // Open 

Lola literally could not believe what her life had come to. She was wearing only her third favourite dress, sipping on the world’s driest martini and trying to keep it together. When she dropped onto the couch in the lounge, she was so occupied with her own drama and misfortunes that she didn’t recognize who she was sitting beside at first (which was a crime in itself!). “Ohmygod, Leo!? Mon chéri!” her hands flailed, feeling so genuinely happy to see someone from her real life she could have squealed. “I am so happy to see you, you have no idea, I--- I mean, it’s been forever. How are you? How’s the line? Tell me everything. PS. I am loving this outfit on you.”