<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=340438.msg16137607#msg16137607">Quote from: Korosa on 18-03-2022, 20:58:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Also Cassie's dead boyfriend being the one who gives her prophetic visions is great. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>I wasn’t going to steal from a TV show and leave out one of their best ideas ;)<br/><br/><strong>Cassie</strong><br/>- What's your dead boyfriend's name? How did you two meet?<br/><br/>His name is Steve, and we met yesterday when I did the lunch service at the club. He wasn’t a member, and was there for the first time. The chemistry between us was electrifying, but the club has a strict rule against inappropriate interactions with staff. I do remember him asking for directions to the toilets, where we made out. He gave me the details of his hotel (are we modern day? Did I get his mobile number) and I met him there an hour after I finished work. I’m pretty sure we had dinner. We probably went to a club.<br/><br/>- You've got a friend you've had for years in the city, someone who would be worried if you went missing. Name them and characterize your relationship.<br/><br/>I was hired at the club by the front of house manager, Belinda. We’ve been friends since forever, and she puts up with me at work because I do the job well, I’m gorgeous, and the customers love me.<br/><br/>- Also, one more, you woke up next to a dead dude and sensibly ran off. It's probably been a few hours since then when the game starts--where did you go in that time?<br/><br/>The first thing I did (after throwing up in the toilet) was to ring Bryn to ask for advice, a little indirectly. “Hey, just wondering, if someone was at the Hotel Excelsior, and something shady went down, what do you think would happen next?”<br/><br/>And he replied with something about the owners of the hotel being the types who literally shoot first and ask questions later, and that the ‘someone’ would probably be dead before sunrise. Why was I asking a question like that anyway? “Oh, no reason,” says me, and then I desperately try to remove any evidence that I was ever there.<br/><br/>Then I go down the street, buy some really chunky sunglasses and a scarf for a disguise, and then go home. From there, I need to have a shower, get changed, and arrive at the club 15 minutes after I’m supposed to arrive. Which is exactly when the door opens to customers, so I escort them in with a huge smile, pretend that everything is fine, and tell Belinda that actually, that new guy? I was never really interested in him anyway, and she should stop insinuating that I have improper relationships with customers.<br/>