Hardly a rare sight for Heather, witnessing the individuals spoiled by fame, those who became intoxicated by the fruits of short term achievements. When she was young, the woman too once had succumbed to the temptations of notoriety, used to share the same crime of arrogance and bullying in common with the likes of the jock from earlier. Now, she knew better of course, more sensible about her actions, and also, not nearly as famous, sadly. However, remnants of a haughtier personality lived on within her spirit, these mostly being conceit and vanity, whether she admitted or not. Time would tell if she would get to make a display of such traits, or to reveal the kinky desires she was guilty of experiencing in the past.<br/><br/>Cancelled flights and overbooked hotels, rather first world problems really. Still, certainly enough to impose distress upon the passengers. At least, the smile her relatively butch-looking rescuer consistently carried across her lips managed to promise a less grumpy evening if Heather were to seek her company. Her eyes, once again, shifted towards the struggle at the front desk, before penetrating Molly’s. “Tell you what, Molly Bloom.” The woman parted her lips to talk, already feeling the exhaustion of today’s unpredictable events. “Make certain that I wouldn’t spend the rest of the night counting the crystals on the chandelier…” A more elaborate way of telling her to find a room, since she wasn’t entirely sure if the clerk was indeed serious when he mentioned a suite. “…and I would sign wherever you want.”<br/><br/>Whilst busy conversing with the short-haired blonde, the rest of the party arrived, one of which had a name that, sort of, rhymed with the other. “It is a pleasure. I’m Heather.” By now, it was proven that joining the mass of people at the reception desk didn’t help. Thus, it wasn’t difficult to convince her to retire to the tranquillity of the bar instead. Finding a round seat to support her similarly shaped hips, she climbed atop a stool at the bar counter soon, listening to what the flight attendant had to say about the situation. Having a tempting snack would have violated her diet. So she opted to order just a soda with a generous slice of fresh lime, a simple beverage almost impossible to prepare distastefully. She was a woman who valued and enjoyed privacy, admittedly a lucky individual who never had to share a room with someone else, let alone with strangers. This –apparent- band of gals, however, hardly looked the part of little troublemakers. And given the circumstances, electing to comply with the offer could have been her best bet for a restful night.<br/><br/>Ice cubes in her glass rattled as Heather’s inner voice evaluated the options, which she didn’t seem to have many. From where she sat, the woman looked up and down at the other three in a quick assessment. A heroic artist, an optimistic hostess, and a bashful student; not all said traits were known to her at the moment. “Alright.” She made up her mind. “If I get to use the shower first, that is.” Taking a sip of her still sparkling drink, the brunette set her condition, willing to listen if others also had one to consider.