Molly took the bottle on offer and nodded at the beefy man handing it to her.<br/>"Cheers," she said and then rolled her eyes discreetly.<br/>"With every shower in the hotel probably running right now I doubt there will even be enough for her."<br/>She shrugged again and added that while the second mouse gets the cheese it is the early bird that gets the worm.<br/>She sipped the whisky and relaxed back into the couch.<br/>"What do I do?" he asked herself rhetorically.<br/>"I paint," she replied and looked at the man and then over at the portfolio she had been lugging around which of course didn't really contain any paintings but rather charcoal and pastel drawings, most of them from her trip across the US but also some that went as far back as to her early teens including some nude studies of herself she had made during the last years of high school.<br/>"And you?"<br/>She was bad at making small talk and really felt that the reciprocating question sounded lame and pointless.