Gretel (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _gretel) wrote, |
Gretel sent a quick glance toward the lounge door, toward the hall that lead past the pool, the lobby, and toward the elevator. Hansel would be out searching the hotel for the newcomer she'd told him about- but he wouldn't make it to the ground floor for a while. If he was even awake, he would've started on the top floor and worked his way down to her. The others probably weren't even out of bed yet. There'd been a lot of celebrating in paradise before the jump.
"It's not our rules- that's something you'll learn about soon enough." There was a sigh in her voice, giving it a strange mixture of apology for what he'd find himself involved in, and being unimpressed with his bravado. She'd seen a good number of arrogant assholes come and go in this place- all of them torn down from their personal pedestals eventually. But she believed he wasn't going to shoot her- he'd be pretty stupid to try it, and she got the impression Negan was more intelligent than he liked people to think. She set the crossbow on her shoulder and closed the distance between them- but she didn't take the glass he'd poured for her.
She took the bucket of ice cream.
"Keep the scotch- it won't melt," she said light and dry, but her eyes held all the challenge. They were firm on his face as she snapped the lid back on the tub, either daring or warning him not to cross that line with her. She wanted this to be civil, but she wasn't going to be walked over. She rounded the edge of the bar and stuffed the tub in the small cold-box beneath. "Whatever world you came from, this place can just as bad-" she promised. "That fog is endless- when it's there, if you walk out, you'll either walk straight back in, or disappear all together. Every seventy two hours- usually- the big clock chimes and the front doors will lead somewhere else. Sometimes it's good, sometimes... not."