The concierge glances from Sam to Ainsley with a look of disbelief on their face, pointing to the front doors and what lies beyond. "There are no cabs at the Nexus," the concierge replies pleasantly, as if none of this is troubling her at all. She slides two separate key cards across the desk. "These are your keys for your stay. Have a pleasant time."
Ainsley is speechless for a moment, but that's just her anger revving up and getting ready to unload. "This is ridiculous," she says with disbelief, plucking up one of the cards as she storms out the front door to find a way back home, except that when she pulls the handle open, she doesn't find a single car, truck, or cab.
She does, conveniently, find the universe.
"Oh my god," she breathes out. "I've gone insane. It finally happened. I worked around too many Democrats and I've lost my marbles."
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Date: 2014-09-03 11:33 pm (UTC)Ainsley is speechless for a moment, but that's just her anger revving up and getting ready to unload. "This is ridiculous," she says with disbelief, plucking up one of the cards as she storms out the front door to find a way back home, except that when she pulls the handle open, she doesn't find a single car, truck, or cab.
She does, conveniently, find the universe.
"Oh my god," she breathes out. "I've gone insane. It finally happened. I worked around too many Democrats and I've lost my marbles."