The doors opened and Jenny stepped in to the box-on-a-cable, pressed the button with the 9 on it and turned around in time to see the BFG duck under the lintel, smiling one of those weird smiles that people use when they want to be friendly. Jenny pulled the corners of her mouth upwards in what passed for a smile on her face, then let them sag again. "High!" She greeted the woman, deliberately using the adjective in her head rather than the greeting. A couple of others piled into the claustrophobic little container one of them pushing button eight and the other button five. Jenny noticed that the tall woman hadn't pushed a button. Maybe she forgot? Or maybe she was on one of the three floors already selected. Of course that would mean she hadn't remembered to push the button until one of the others had. Unless she was on floor nine too...<br/><br/>The lift slid to a smooth stop and the doors opened. Mister five got out. Up again and Miss eight got off. Then the short hop up to nine. The doors slid open and Jenny stepped out and walked along the corridor, rather disturbed to note that she was being followed by the lumbering gorilla. She counted seven doors on each side, that meant room thirteen was at the far end opposite fourteen. She stopped outside and slid her key into the lock, pushed the door open, and realised that her shadow was still behind her.<br/><br/>"What, seriously?" She looked up at the woman, peering past the overhang of her boobs to see her face. "You and me sharing a room? Someone's got a fu- ... fun sense of humour!" She turned back and pushed the door open, stepped in, past the en-suite bathroom (something at least), and stopped short, her bags hitting the floor with a thump. "Oh no. Oh no, fucking, way!" She glanced around the room and spotted the phone, marched over to it, grabbed the handset from the cradle and, scanning the instructions taped on the wall, pushed the "0" button. "Ah hello, yes, this is Miss Alvarez in room nine one three? There seems to be a mistake. This is supposed to be a twin room, not a double.... Oh? ... Well that's not.... No... No, it's not... I don't... I don't care if you're fully booked, we are supposed to have a twin room. ... No ... Yes. ... Why...? But... No,  look... Well why can't y.... Okay, I'll do that. ... Yeah thank you too." She ended the call and muttered "For nothing, bitch".<br/><br/>Turning back to her apparent room mate, she rolled her eyes. "Apparently they ran out of twin rooms and only have doubles left. If we want to complain we have to take it up with the company rep. Who as I understand it is getting plastered before dinner." She dumped her bags on the big king-size bed. "Well, I can't see her doing jack shit, so we may as well make the best of it. If you wanna sleep in a chair be my guest, but I'm sleeping in the bed!"