#sadiestics

hmph.   what   a   tacky   little   hotel.   when   the   widow   was   told   there   would   be   a   party   occurring here   ,   she   expected   something   with   a   bit   more   .   .   .   glamour.   she   supposes   someone   in   her   situation   shouldn't   be   picky   when   it   comes   to   what's   meant   to   be   a   social   soiree   ,   but   still she'll   complain   nonetheless   ,   as   that   is   her   natural   state   of   being.   is   it   so   wrong   to   think   you   deserve   everything   ?   another   huff   follows   as   she   approaches   the   elevator   ,   slim   finger   with   a   freshly   polished   nail   pointed   outward   to   push   the   call button.   her   toe   taps   ,   the   heel   clicking   loudly   as   she   impatiently   waits.   she's   fashionably   late   ,   on   purpose   so   as   to   draw   attention   ,   but   the   elevator   is   arriving   much   slower   than   she'd   like , her patience already nonexistent.   suddenly   ,   she   hears   the   sound   of   heels   approaching   just   behind   her   ,   looking   in   that   direction   to   find   @sadiestics   dressed   in   finery   ,   a   drink   in   her   hand.   ❝   is   this   the   elevator   ?   ❞   she   asks   ,   &   debbie   has   to   refrain   from   rolling   her   eyes.   is   this   woman   blind   ?   can   she   not   see   there's   an   elevator   right   in   front   of   her   ?   of   course   ,   the widow   takes   notice   of   the   drink   &   decides   she's   perhaps   had   one   to   many at the bar already   ,   or   maybe   she's   only   just   trying   to   make   friendly   conversation.   it   would   be   in   her   best   interest   to   be   friendly   with   others   here.   after   all   ,   many   of   them   are   incredibly financially   stable   .   .   .   perhaps   they   will   lead   her   to   her   next   target.