Coming from an industry of entertainment, given the half-secluded twistedness of movie making business and thinking about some of the stuff she had been involved behind the scenes, or on camera for that matter, finding herself on a hefty Texan’s shoulder wasn’t exactly the most unusual incident she had gone through. Still an awkward moment though. While she was made to inspect the pattern of the floor from above, her name was uttered from a mouth other than hers. “Yes?” Heather tilted her head up to gaze upon the young lady who addressed her, not sure whether she should feel grateful that someone actually recognized her, or embarrassed for being carried like a fine piece of towel in the meantime. At the time, there wasn’t really a way of knowing that the short haired blonde was in fact an artist who had imagined her naked in one of her elegant artworks.<br/><br/>It was common practice to put on a smile when approached by a fan, so she flashed one at the girl as well. “Molly Bloom, good evening darling.” She replied with a nod, her voice coming out a little deeper because of her current posture. Behind his back, she eyed the jock who kept her feet off the floor. She, of course, didn’t intent to share a room with this random prankster, or with anyone else if possible, in fact. “Certainly not.” Her gaze watched the young woman disappear from her sight as Molly proceed to face the athlete, and naturally, her raised bottom as well. The actress in her thirties was not in the mood to play the part of a damsel in distress. Hence, she would indeed better off standing on her feet, instead of hanging over one’s shoulder. And an outside help to realize that wish would surely be appreciated by the woman.<br/><br/>His path to the lifts obstructed by another victim of the outlandish weather conditions of the day, heavy thuds of the man’s feet came to a stop upon being confronted. It didn’t diminish the jaunty grin on his face. Sporting a muscular frame, his sense of humour was mostly physical as well. He stood there for a moment, taking time to inspect the distinct charm of the spirited blonde. She seemed to have a rebellious soul, while he still had room for another over his opposite shoulder. “I was doing you all a favor.” No attempt at picking her up took place, however. Instead, the football player chose to put Heather down. “You ain’t no fun.” Persuaded to go alone now, he pushed past Molly to enter the lift cabin. The doors soon closed, although not before he made another bold suggestion. His eyes took a one last look at the rebellious blonde, his favourite in fact. “Be my guest if you want to learn more about southern hospitality.”<br/><br/>After a moment spared to tidy her hair, Heather’s attention returned to her surprise rescuer. “Wasn’t a very faithful woman, was she?” The woman asked. “Mrs Bloom, that is.” She glanced around a bit, trying to see if there was any improvement in the situation of more visitors and fewer rooms. The last athlete cleared off the lobby, at least the place didn’t remind of a gym any more. “Thank you, dear. Did you want an autograph?” Heather not-so-humbly asked, offering a hand shake next to that as well. “Do you happen to have a piece of paper or a notebook with you?” She added next.