“H-hey! The bar is that......way.” Lydia began yelling over for Marcel to turn around, but he’d already fled into the anger rooms hallway. With a sigh, she slumped back into her chair and shook her head. “Oh well, he’ll figure it out eventually.”<br/><br/>And likely he’ll figure it out sooner than he’d realized for in the middle of his excited run, he’d run straight into somebody else. A taller man, tanned skin, chiseled with scars running down the side of his face, and a red headband tied off to the side to keep his long unruly dark brown hair away from his fiery red-orange eyes. Apparently the hotel employee was just on his way entering into one of the anger rooms to let off some steam when the slightly shorter blonde came barreling into him in his excited haste. J wasn’t having any of this bullshit on his time off, so without a word he grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt, the muscles of his arm bulging enough to be seen through the long sleeved button down of the uniform, while his face grimaced in his anger and a low growl escaped from his throat. His stare met him with a deathly threat, daring him to try anything else beyond this mistake. “What...” his voice was barely above a whisper as it rumbled past his clenched teeth, “do you want?”