The chaos was almost total by the reception desk with people pushing and shoving to get close enough to draw the attention of one of the heavily over-worked clerks, and probably a few that were not actually clerks but had been put to work at the reception desk to help place as many as possible from the noisy demanding crowd into rooms without doubling them up at least not too many of them. It was almost like a mob trying to get first in line for a sale.<br/><br/>Standing to the side waiting while Connie used her Airline Hostess magic in trying to secure a room for the three of them Molly noticed the busty dark-haired woman from the van again and it looked like she was about to engage in a heated argument with one of the larger members of the football team that had been cutting in front of the line and this time the right cog turned in her head and she recognised her, Heather Clemence. Molly had seen her in a few more or less<i>artistic </i>b-movies and as she stood there enjoying those two round orbs in the decent but not very successful actress' pants Molly let her mind drift for a while. The backside of Heather Clemence was almost as enjoyable as the front. A smile spread across her face as she remembered having drawn the actress in the nude once, not that she had actually ever seen Heather completely nude before but with a bit of imagination and some general knowledge of human anatomy it hadn't been all that difficult. There had been nothing lewd about the drawing. It had been a rather elegant nude with perhaps a hint of teenage infatuation to it. It might even be among the drawings and sketches in her portfolio.<br/><br/>Molly was awakened from her dreamy reminiscence by the sight of the hulking manboy Heather had been arguing with lift her off of the floor and seemingly fully intent on carrying her off some place. Heather did not seem to fully appreciate the gesture, or at all for that matter. It was quite a bizarre sight to see him carrying the much smaller actress over his broad shoulder, as if she was some kind of prey he had hunted and captured.<br/>"Watch my stuff," she told Riley and dropped her duffel bag onto the floor.<br/><br/>"Excuse me," Molly said and hurried across the lobby towards the lifts.<br/>"Heather Clemence right?" she said to Heather's face as she came up behind the man.<br/>"You don't know me, of course, why would you? I'm Molly, Molly Bloom. Exactly, just like Leopold's wife from Ulysses," she said to introduce herself without any real expectation that the latter part of said introduction had been necessary.<br/>"And if I am not mistaken that brute carrying you over his shoulder is not a person you desire to share a room with."<br/>She smiled at Heather and then cut in front of the football player and stood between him and the lifts.<br/>"So this is what the famous so-called southern hospitality looks like, is it?" she asked him and crossing her arms over her chest looked him straight in the eyes.