<em>Ingrid and Aline, Lobby</em><br/><br/>People. People. Lots of people. Where was her assistant? Had he stuck around?  She remembered how fun it had been to flirt with him in the studio. Maybe she would luck out and manage to share a bunk with him, though one look at Aline made her regret the decision.<br/><br/>"Need a man. All I can seem to find is a tease in the guise of a gentleman. Fuck Morgan. I expected a one night stand, not grandpa tucking me in."  She sighed and stuffed her hands into the pockets of her black jeans, her shoulders rolling forward slightly, causing her breasts to shift.<br/><br/>"Really wanna kick his ass now.  I don't take rejection well and even though he says that's not what it was, it so totally is. He's just too fucking stupid to see it."  She sighed, needing something strong and non-alcoholic to drink.  "Where's the coffee around there, I can<em>smell</em>it."<br/>