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Realistic or Modern Hotel Ibsen: New York's Finest Luxury Hotel

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December in New York was like stepping right into the cover if a Christmas card. At least where Hotel Ibsen was concerned. Their prime spot in Manhattan boasted views of Central Park, showing off the perfect Winter Wonderland. It was no wonder their long-time guests felt at home during the holidays.

The clouds hung heavy and grey, but the world held a brightness about that was most evident when snow blanketed the ground. A slow, peaceful slurry of snow fell about as people made their way along the sidewalks. And there, across from the horse and carriage rides all decked out in jingle bells, was the Grand Entrance to Hotel Ibsen: New York's Finest Luxury Hotel.

Ornate doors, guarded faithfully by the doorman, gave way to the holiday hustle and bustle of Hotel Ibsen's guests and employees alike.





Christmas had been a big deal for the Ibsens from the begining, as the family was particularly famous for their lavish Christmas celebrations. Rasmus always swore it was the Holidays that brought people to their doorstep, and he felt that they owed a lot of their success to that. He spared no expense, and each year as his finances continued to expand, so did the celebration. Irina was all about it: it attracted the attention of all sorts of wealthy elite, celebrities, politicians, and more. Which of course also attracted media attention and plenty of picture perfect family photo ops.

This year, Rasmus and Irina had taken a seven month vacation to Paris, and were set to return the evening of the party- that night! So it had been up to the three younger Ibsen siblings to make sure the Hotel was decorated, and that the celebration was planned. They had hired multiple vendors and Leo had insisted on an ice luge, which Augustina begrudgingly agreed to, with the exception that it had to be something classy. Leo had delivered though, and chosen an exceptional design that Augustina was happy to flaunt. It had yet to arrive, which was for the best. It was made of ice, and was scheduled for delivery only twenty minutes before the celebration was to begin.

The ice luge was the furthest thing from anyone's minds, because today was the day to decorate the Hotel lobby, as well as the courtyard, and get it ready for the Tree Lighting Ceremony. All three siblings were busy directing employees and vendors as they hustled around the hotel to get ready.

Of course, the guests had been alerted that all amenities had been shut down for the day in order for the staff to prepare, but they were compensated with invitations to the Tree Lighting. They'd only just begun, aside from the two hours it had taken to haul out all of the decorations. The night staff had been called in early, but every staff member was making a premium holiday pay for the night, which did ease the wound for some. Whether or not they could tolerate the siblings for a full day, however, had yet to be seen.









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Augustina couldn't help but feel the pressure to match her mother's skill when it came to the Tree Lighting. Even if she did everything perfectly, her mother was bound to find at least a dozen things wrong with the result, and Augustina was doing her absolute to make sure that those things were things she could live with being criticized. It was a delicate balance, and it was definitely giving her a migraine.

She stood at the bottom of the stairs, perusing the length of the bannister, then looking back down at the amount of garland they had and debating on whether or not it was enough to twist it around-- or if she was going to have to come up with a different design. Various décor was being changed around the lobby: red rugs and festive pillows replacing the previous white and black accents that had adorned the hotel. Poinsettias, holly, and mistletoe began to spring up all over the place. And there were garlands and ribbons and lights galore. Right now, the hotel looked like an absolute mess. An organized mess, but a mess all the same. And now she was beginning to worry they wouldn't get done in time. A pointless worry, of course, because Augustina wasn't the only one that didn't want Rasmus and Irina to return from Paris and immediately dive deep into disappointment.

She looked over at Jude, who was nearby and sighed. She didn't particularly care to speak to him usually, but she did need an opinion, and she knew she could trust his. "Jude? What do you think about the garland? Should we twist it around the bannister or hang it with scalloped edges and decorate it with bows?" She didn't keep her gaze on him long. He was terribly boring to look at, and his expressions had a tendency to irritate her. "I think either way we could add bows, actually. I'm just unsure if we have enough garland to twist it." Augustina wasn't exactly listening for an answer, even though she had asked the question, and started comparing the length of the garland to the length of the bannister- as if she could actually reach her arms enough to estimate the distance.

She huffed a bit and let the garland fall to the ground beside her, and stood back with her arms crossed. "What did we do for it last year?"






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Jude spent much of his time wishing that Irina and Rasmus WOULD go away rather than lamenting that they weren't around, the two finally were away from the hotel for an extended period and the timing turned out to be awful. Irina had left so many instructions specifications requests and clarifications both before leaving and in their correspondence while she'd been gone that Jude literally had printed them into a binder that he was carrying around, including photos he'd taken or found from the party over the past several years.

He kept his face and posture carefully neutral when Augustina stopped him in the middle of going to meet the delivery for some of the decorations that were on his inventory list but were arriving last second to ask a stupid question about a garland. For once, the two of them were actually in the same boat, so he couldn't really begrudge her for wanting a second opinion, they were serious about everything being perfect.

"It was scalloped last year. It makes the space look taller and uses less garland. The red bows go in between the scallops. We have about three hundred more feet of that garland somewhere but I think it's being put up in the bar. Best to not need it out here."


He knew Augustina was pretty much using him as a prop to talk at, it's all their conversations usually consisted of, unless she was trying to extort gossip about a guest from him or try and get him to convince Wil to do something. He was at least more sympathetic toward her than usual today though, as Augustina would be getting the brunt of it if things didn't turn out perfectly, and thus far they were far from perfect.

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Wilde wasn't really one for Parties. That's with a capital 'P'. You know, the proper kind? The big fancy sort like what a big fancy hotel would put on. No, Wilde was much more familiar with the sorts of parties where you slammed back four shots in a minute and threw a dart into someone's leg (on accident), and usually involved at least one broken nose by the end of the night. These kinds? Where people would be sipping daintily on flutes of champagne and would probably be wearing an outfit worth more than Wilde would ever make in her life? Yeah, you could say she was unfamiliar.

Which meant that with every garland laid, or every set of twinkling lights secured around a column, Wilde had to sort of take a moment to consider what the hell she was doing in the first place, and whether or not she was anywhere within the realm of doing a good job. But she hadn't been reprimanded or corrected yet, so things must have been going well enough.

Wilde strained a string of tinsel between her hands, wrapping it around, in a candy cane-esque pattern, a pedestal displaying some Ibsen antique. She assumed. It just sort of looked like a fancy vase to Wilde. And not the sort of considerate art that she liked, but the faux deep schmuck that the wealthy seemed to like. They had already decorated the pedestal with a sort of polymer fluff that made it look like a quaint pile of snow had gathered, and the tinsel was the final touch. And, somehow, Wilde kept getting the tiny, silvery strands all tangled.

Standing up, she grimaced and waggled her hands. Strands of silver gently floated the floor. "Swear this shit's got a personal vendetta against me-" She grumbled, crouching to pluck the stray trash up before Augustina or Jude had time to notice. Speaking of, she threw a glance over her shoulder at the two. They were observing the banister like it was a life or death situation. The security guard quirked an eyebrow. Curious, but she couldn't deign to judge when she didn't know the first thing about planning these sorts of things. With the way the Ibsens had been acting lately, maybe this was a life or death situation. Which was unfortunate, because that meant Wilde had to behave. No harassment of the Ibsen sisters tonight, it seemed, lest she have her head bitten off.

Once she'd stapled the tinsel into the display- all staples appropriately hidden, of course -she wandered over to her only current reprieve from the anxious energy in the air or more decorations with minds of their own: Koni. "Do you also got glitter everywhere...? Wilde wiped her hands against her pants, and gave her hands a disapproving look, scattered flecks of gold and silver glinting in the warm light. The wiping didn't seem to do much; more glitter just appeared in its place. Leaning against the nearest surface, she lifted an arm to the back of the neck, stretching. "Everyone's up in such a tizzy about this. I thought tree lighting's were supposed to be... fun and shit. You know. Inviting childlike wonder and amusement. Wanderlust. That sort of thing."

































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So far in the few days since she'd gotten here, Ariel had avoided the Ibsen sisters successfully, if narrowly. The hotel was to die for but she'd rather break a toe than look at Augustina's smug face again. By the time she woken up after being out drinking the night before, the whole building had turned into a Christmas explosion. Tinsel and bustling employees had nearly smacked her in the face on her way out for her morning run as the elevator doors to the lobby had opened to reveal what looked like a chaotic scene from Santa's workshop. At least sneaking out of the lobby avoiding the blonde women barking orders hadn't been hard, just glittery.

Getting back in was another story. The party planning mess had expanded through the entire first floor and even outside the confines of the hotel walls. When she got back, employees were more spread out and Augustina was front and center in the lobby. It had been a while, and the woman probably wouldn't even recognize her with everything going on, but Ariel really didn't want to deal with it. However, watching the hotel employees run around like chickens with their heads cut off was more entertaining than than spending time in her own room.

She opted for ducking into the hotel bar, finding it also in a state of chaos. She strode up purposfully and leaned forward against the bar, snapping her fingers loudly.
"Does anyone work here or what?"




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Koni felt like she was going to have a heart attack. It had been mostly Leo's idea for her to start working at the Hotel. She'd gone on one of her drunken rants about how she felt their parents robbed her of an opportunity to get close to her siblings, and Leo was the one that took her words and set them into action and wrapped her up into something she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to be a part of. But as she stood there in the lobby of Hotel Ibsen where she spent her childhood, holding a strand of tinsel in her hands, she realized she probably never had a choice. And now it was far too late for that.

Perhaps she was listening a little too intently to Augustina and Jude. If anybody were to recognize her it would be them. Despite Koni being about a hundred pounds heavier (she really stacked on the muscle), hair about ten inches shorter, and a much more rugged appearance didn't means that she was completely hidden from people who made knowing everything their business. Jude she couldn't fault, it was his job, and she felt a bit terrible about it. Leo had said she could probably scrape by if she interviewed with one of the supervisors. Fortunately for her, and possibly unfortunately for Jude, the guy that did her interview was easy to dupe (or perhaps too busy with the holidays approaching to notice). Augustina, however, made everything her business. She stuck her pretty little nose into everything she could, and actively sought out problems. Any wind she caught of Koni's attendance at the Hotel was dangerous- but Koni hadn't expected so much exposure time since she was merely working as a security guard.

Koni figured if she worked hard and didn't make herself noticeable then she was safe. But if she was slacking off because she was eavesdropping on her sister... well that would warrant some attention then wouldn't it?

Luckily, Wilde snapped her back to attention with a question. She chuckled a bit. "Yeah, definitely everywhere." She couldn't help but smile a fond sort of smile. It took her back to a simpler time when she and her sisters were children. But Wilde's next comment pulled her out of that blissful reverie and forced her to face the cold hard reality of what her family was actually like.

She cleared her throat, then decided to busy herself with placing some more of the fluffy looking snow aesthetically about the place. At least as much as she was capable...

Hm. Yeah I don't know. I don't exactly get the vibe that they're that sort of family, you know? It's all a show. Wait til they get to the actual party. Betcha ten dollars it's just a reason to upsell the hotel. Papa Ibsen will make a speech and he won't even mention Christmas until the very end of his speech.





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It was in Wilde's nature to be observant. She leaned back on her heels, arms crossed over her chest, with a stern look as she scannedover the lobby. One of the guests was off to the bar, ostensibly to harass Gil with tone and posture was anything to go by. Her brow furrowed. Hadn't they told all the guests that things would be closed? Then again, they were all rich and entitled. She supposed she couldn't be surprised. Hopefully Gil would be able to handle her, because Wilde didn't exactly feel like ushering this woman away right before a fancy holiday celebration.

But it wasn't just for stray guests that Wilde's attentiveness was useful for. Shifting her focus back to Koni, she tilted her head slightly. Wilde hadn't known her for long, nor did she know much of anything about it beyond surface-level facts, but it seemed this had struck some kind of nerve. Koni seemeed... bitter? Apprehensive? The ex-con couldn't quite place it.

She grabbed an armful of the snow and joined her coworker in placing it. Of course, Wilde's placement wasn't exactly good, always seeming just a little awkward (though she personality thought it was fine). "Don't bring bets into this, K, it's like a siren song to me," She smirked, trying to bring some sort of brevity to the topic.

"You're probably right. I'm still trying to wrap my head around all this sorts of stuff. Rich people have made themselves an awful lot of rules. Act a certain way, dress like this or that, have a pretty Christmas tree and don't even feel an ounce of joy. A panopticon of their own making." She frowned. "Sort of a shit way to live. Those unable to find happines in the concrete devote themself utterly to money, and whatnot. Guess I'm saying I hope those Ibsens and Jude figure out how to have fun with this whole thing. Good for them, and definitely better for us. Happy boss means we don't get any crap."

Maybe a little too much rambling so soon, but sometimes the words got away from her before she could stop them. Right, she had meant to deal with her coworker's curious behavior. Her hand curled over Koni's shoulder, giving a brief, reassuring squeeze. "You ever need a break from all this, just head to the security office and I'll cover for you, got it?" She didn't know what the other woman's problem was, maybe, but she could at least try to help in some way. Tacked on, never one to so quickly assuage her cool-guy persona, she added dismissively, "I don't want to have to deal with you passin' out or getting into some kinda fight or something."

































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Gil theoretically liked the holidays.

Bright lights, presents, decorating? Oh, yea. For sure that was his wheel house. He in fact liked to think of himself as a present expert, seeing as he'd been getting presents for Jo for years and hitting the nail right on the head. She was the most unexpressive person he'd ever met- not an insult, he noted mentally, just in case she could somehow sense him thinking of her -so getting gifts was always a psychic mind-reading act. Most of the time, others failed at it to extents that he found amusing as an onlooker. He didn't fail, though.

Those parts of the season were fun. The non-work stuff. Maybe even some of the work stuff, too; he liked making fun, seasonal drinks with stupid names. Drawing on the chalkboard shifted from trying to think of what sort of theme to put every day to having a multitude of options, ranging from Christmas trees to menorahs to gingerbread men. He got creative with it, sure, but at least there was a basis. Oh, and the conversations with guests were...well, interesting was the best way to put it. Lot of people got more drunk around Christmas. With that, he got a lot more weird stories.

That all said, he didn't really enjoy being hounded for drinks while he was teetering on a chair, trying to put up tinsel.

He'd been so in the zone that he nearly jumped. He got even closer to falling off the chair, managing to grab the top of the hang-down over the bar just in time to anchor himself. Great. Startle the disabled guy while he's on a chair, huh? Not that he was truly annoyed, but he'd fallen enough in his time to have his life flash before his eyes a little. He might've been made of metaphorical rubber- hadn't broken a bone in his life, not for lack of trying -but that didn't mean it didn't hurt like a motherfucker each and every time.

He slapped the last bit of tinsel up with a piece of tap and slowly lowered himself down to the ground, feeling a twinge in his right leg that spelled out doom for the rest of the day. No doubt his ankle would give out at some point. Probably at the worst point, in fact. He could see himself breaking some real expensive glasses in his minds eye, which was a scary thought for his wallet.

"Well, no. Unfortunately, I'm afraid that no employees are allowed to help you get sloppy drunk at the moment. You know, in the spirit of the holidays? Or maybe lack of spirits, in this case."

No one was behind the bar currently in any capacity, but to keep the guest in front of him from getting unhappy in some capacity, he elected to gingerly brush by her and go there himself. He had some stuff to do behind there anyway. He bent down, grabbing another basket of decorations, before leveling the woman with his best smile. A genuine one, actually, even if the situation had the potential to become the customer service scenario from hell.

"Anything else I can help with, though? Not to direct your business elsewhere, but there are plenty of functioning bars around in the city. I mean, you could practically toss a rock from the door of one and hit another. If there's an overabundance of anything other than Duane Reads and Starbucks here in the C of NY, it's places to get sloshed."

































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AJ had just been expecting the man to ask her what she wanted, not go off on a speil about getting sloshed. She gave him a look like he had two heads, but was at least placated that he'd stopped that stupid wobbling he'd been doing on that chair to go to the bar to actually help her.
"Um, no. I don't want to get 'sloshed' I just want tohave a nice drinl and watch these guys run around like glittery little elves,"
she said, gesturing toward two employees could be seen up to their eyeballs in tinsel in the lobby. Clearly him making one drink for her wasn't that big of a deal, especially since he'd already headed to go tend the bar. She flashed him a charming smile, leaning foreward across the bar.
"I'll just have a Manhatten. You know, since we're in Manhatten."
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Ah, the ol' Manhatten-Manhatten joke. A real, bonafide classic. Bars were where originality went to die, truly, but Gil couldn't fault patrons for that. They hadn't heard the 'I'll have a Manhatten because we're in Manhatten' line over and over and over. To them? It was fresh. To him? It was like game NPC dialogue when you'd talked to them one too many times and they had nothing left in their repertoire to say other than to repeat 'oh no! my chickens!' or 'they say a dragons been seen to the south...'.

There was also something to be said about the fact that he was also lumped in with the 'these guys' that the woman was talking about. He didn't think he looked like a glittery little elf, but he did have arms full of tinsel and ornaments that had to be up or he'd get a talking to. Again, not that he faulted her for it. They were at the hotel bar, and he was the bartender, so logically speaking it wasn't out of left field to assume that he should, in fact, be making drinks instead of playing interior designer.

And truly, he would if he could. He preferred making drinks. Decorating was fun when he wasn't considering whether or not he could stack three chairs to reach the location he needed to, and whether or not it would eventually lead to a hospital visit. Compared to that? Yea, martinis were a blast. Actually, he'd probably even take writing his thesis over the leaning tower of chairs.

For his part, at least, his smile did turn apologetic as he gestured to the small chalk-board sign that sat on the counter, a little off to the side, proclaiming in all caps 'BAR CLOSED'. "The bar is, regretfully, closed until decorating is done." He tried in more simple terms, hoping that would get his point across better.

He really couldn't help her; making a drink took time, and so did watching the customer, taking care of the money, taking care of cleaning the glasses, and god forbid she'd want more drinks...yea, it just didn't fit in the time frame for decorating. If Jo saw him making a drink, she'd probably knock him upside the head. Talk to him about focusing on a given task and stuff like that. Which he could do, thank you very much, it just took some effort sometimes.

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Festivities were sacred. When things were going to shit, any occasion was a good occasion to celebrate. Romeo wasn't much of a birthday guy, but he very much enjoyed the holidays.

Making up for lost time and shit.

But the Ibsens version of celebrating the holidays was a personal affront on the meaning of Christmas… And Romeo's sanity.

He'd never seen so much godforsaken tinsel. It's like Santa had sent a deranged elf to vomit the shit up and ruin Romeo's day in the process. He refused to touch it, or any of the gaudy decorations crowding the main floor. The most he’d elected to do was putting a few things up around the lobby, before posting himself firmly behind the desk. Dealing with patrons, he'd argue.

Jude seemed to have a handle on Augustina and there were more than enough hands to manage the jollification of the hotel, so if someone really needed him they knew where to find him.

And as a thank you, he decided to order some food to set up in the break room once set up was done; staff wouldn't be allowed to eat any food for the ceremony, of course.

Still despite his refusal to fully join the decorating efforts, the frantic energy had definitely gotten to Romeo -albeit subtly. He found himself unable to stay still after a while, doing minor work tasks such as reviewing check-ins for the day, and going through guest complaints/feedback even though that was the last thing he cared about today.

Tearing himself away from the computer (after a considerable amount of time) was not only a necessity but an act of mercy.

Yes, it was important to not slack on the job, even when the entire staff was driving you nuts, but joining the descent into madness by going down the rabbit hole of busy work was also not to be encouraged. It just made him more stressed.

Shifting his focus back up to the world around him, Romeo sighed, muttering to himself,
“Most places just pay some company to hang up a couple of lights, maybe put up a tree… Irina is just a sadist. And why are there so many guests loitering around?”
Romeo knew for a fact that they'd sent out multiple correspondences beforehand detailing what to expect in preparation for the Tree Lighting today: i.e. services being frozen for the day, decorating taking place in the courtyard and main floor, and yet there will still a handful of people dawdling about obstructing pathways and bothering staff members.

In another life, Romeo wouldn't have to worry about job security, and they'd have a PA system so he could get on the speakers to tell everyone that 'if you're not fucking working, then you need to fuck off'. But he actually preferred not being homeless, or on any of the Ibsen women's bad sides, so maybe not today.

Rather, Romeo took to scrutinizing the different people lurking around to see who actually looked like they needed help, and who he needed to ”politely” usher away from the area so they'd stop disturbing staff. It was then that he noticed an interesting looking face off to the side from the main congregations.

At first, he thought they caught his attention because they looked upset or uncomfortable (time to go customer service mode), but outside of that, they just looked familiar and Romeo was heading over without a second thought to investigate.
What are the odds that he actually did know this person? Because he may not have recognized the multiple piercings and tattoos that he could make out, but that face definitely reminded him of a kid he knew before the whole disowning fiasco. He got closer. No, that was definitely him. An amused grin followed shortly after as Romeo paused to take him in.

“It feels like I just witnessed the return of Jesus Christ himself, but turns out it's just Ame Maria. Haven't seen you since the “Bring Your Kid to Work” days,
Being familiar with any and everyone was naturally how Romeo functioned, consider it part of his charm, but for once, he felt a bit awkward seeing someone from his past like this after so long. He had real things that he wanted to say like, what are you doing here? Have you seen my sister, how is she? But instead what came out was,
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"What, so you're a little decorator elf too?"
That one wasn't even a very good bit. She ought to drop it unless she wanted to be lumped in with lame uncles at bars who really thought they were funny. This was stupid though. Hotel Ibsen prided itself on the finest of amenities and here she couldn't even get a hotel bar Manhatten in the afternoon? Wasn't this place usually nice? She looked around the bar. Besides the stupid Christmas decorations half put up, no thanks to this guy who wasn't even doing anything now except not making her the drink she requested, the place looked perfectly operational. He was standing behind a bar, in a bar uniform, in front of the alcohol, in the time that he'd been talking to her he could have easily made her a drink just like any other day.


"The bar looks plenty operational to me. Those Ibsen's have always had their heads on backwards. What kind of an idiot decides to inconvenience well paying customers in favor of having a perfectly good bartender hang up tacky garlands, a job you clearly aren't even tall enough for. Wouldn't you rather make me a drink? I won't even tell anyone"
she said in a conspiratorial tone, leaning in and giving him a friendly smile. At this point she didn't even care all that much about the drink. It wasn't like she didn't already have a top shelf bottle up in her room, she just wanted to get what she wanted. Especially if it was something Augustina Ibsen had put a rule up against. That was petty, even for Ariel, but it would just be so satisfying.



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Koni couldn't help but follow Wilde's wandering gaze, she was a bit too nosey to ignore the stone cold reaction Wilde had to whatever was going on behind her. She regretted her decision almost instantly. Someone was harassing Gil, and it was her instinct to say something-- until she noticed just who that someone was. Oh, Jesus Christ! AJ of all people? Koni was lucky enough to stifle her grin but she couldn't help the eye-roll as she quickly turned her head back to face Wilde.

She couldn't deny the heart palpitations as panic started to settle in. If anyone was going to recognize her instantly, it was bound to be her idiot of an ex girlfriend. She felt sweat starting to gather in her armpits and lower back, and her face suddenly felt very hot. She tried desperately to claw herself out of the void pit of panic attacks, and held on to what Wilde was saying. It was hard to focus on, but she had to force herself, otherwise she was going to drive herself crazy. And once she stopped freaking out, she could look for an exit plan.

She somehow found the energy and clarity to smirk at Wilde's prodding. "Can't help it, you know, gambling's my passion. Right after cheap beer, and beautiful women." She chuckled shamelessly, and found herself calming down just a little bit. But her shoulders were still tense and she still felt the moisture of sweat and she sure as shit was not going to be turning around any time soon.

Out of habit, her eyes darted around the space in front of her, and she began to formulate the perfect exit strategy. "Heh, yeah. I hope they come to see the light just as much as the next person, but it doesn't ever seem to likely, does it? Because powerful people never seem to really appreciate what it is that they have." This time, the bitterness in her words was much more evident, and even she realized it, so she tried to balance it with some good old fashioned Koni humor. "Eh, but whatever, fuck em. Eat the rich right?" Unfortunately for her, her humor fell flat.

Luckily for her, however, Wilde offered her an exit strategy straight up. Any excuse to leave was a good one, and Koni was tempted to ask for a bit of a reprieve. Maybe she was overreacting. Maybe she should stay for just a bit longer. Against her better judgement, she plastered a fake smile on her face, and shrugged. "Thanks for that, good to know the offer's there. Always nice to know that other people treat people like human beings. I'll probably be fine though." Hopefully she wasn't wrong about that.






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Apparently, Jude had quite a lot to say about the garland. At least, a lot more than she had expected him to say. She paused in her over-dramatic measuring attempts and peered over her shoulder at him with an arched brow. Something about the way he had said it didn't sit right with her. As if he had dared her to even consider twisting the garland instead of scalloping it like last year. She decided that some battles were worth fighting, and this was one of them. She twisted a bit of the garland around the bannister and pretended to think about it for a moment, then turned full-body to face him, with an eerily pleasant smile. "Ah, yes. I do remember what last year looked like now. The scallops were fine by themselves I suppose, but perhaps this year she should go larger. Grander. Maybe we twist the garland around the banister with some beautiful twinkling lights, and then up at the top we also scallop some and decorate it with bows."

She propped her finger on her chin in a dramatic show of thought. "Come to think of it, this sort of garland? In the bar? That simply won't do. I think we can find something else for that, can't we?" She couldn't help but to sound condescending. Jude might be the manager of this hotel, but her father owned it, and one day she wanted to be the one calling all the shots. And she was not about to let some man do it just because he thought he was entitled to it.






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Sometimes Leo couldn't help but feel as if Jude had a personal vendetta against him. Assigning him to the task of dragging out all the decorations and bringing them to the lobby seemed like such a cruel task- especially since he was assigned to the task by himself. He didn't even have anybody to chat with him and keep him company. And for someone like Leo, that was actually physically painful for him.

The constant repetition of walking back and forth from the lobby and storage was also a pretty terrible experience, and even the music blasting through his air pods wasn't enough to keep him from losing his mind. The sound of Pink Floyd swam around in his head as he hauled another couple of boxes towards the lobby. Admittedly, he was jamming out, and perhaps head banging while he was carrying semi-heavy boxes wasn't exactly a smart thing to do.

At least he noticed the hotel guest before he bumped into them, and spun out of the way with a surprising amount of agility, even for him. Unfortunately, the agility stopped there as he spun out of the way and right into the corner of the wall, knocking the top box from his arms and into the floor. The flaps popped open, and decorations scattered themselves across the marble floors of the hallway. Leo looked down at the mess he made and sighed heavily, doing his best to ignore the snickering of the guest he'd narrowly avoided as they scampered away and back to their room. "Of course. Because this job couldn't just be easy, could it?" He mumbled to himself before he began to gather up the scattered items, hoping that none of them had been broken in the process. The last thing he needed was Augustina and Jude getting on his ass for damaging decorations.





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New York had been. Fine, so far. It had been a long time since he'd been, and he'd forgotten how absolutely frigid it got here. Moving in December hadn't really been his smartest decision, but he always got depressed after the holidays so January or February hadn't seemed like a good idea and once he's gotten the idea into his head he couldn't get it out. Ame had only come to really enjoy Christmas in more recent years but this was looking quite a bit more like a Christmas from his childhood than one of the smaller, more enjoyable recent ones. When he'd gotten the notice about the decorating and festivities he'd initially planned to just be out for the day, but he'd woken up late and resolved to just spend the day in his hotel room to avoid dealing with it. Unfortunately, no amenities meant no food and no room service, so he was stuck in the lobby waiting on an uber order like an idiot, hiding in the corner with headphones in trying to stay out of the way of people running around doing more important things. It was reminiscent of most of his childhood. He was steadfastly ignoring most of his surroundings when suddenly someone was right in front of him.

"...What"
It took him a moment to process what the man had actually said, distracted by the admittedly charming grin on his face to even initially register that he'd said Ame's name, or how familiar said face looked. It wasn't until he asked how France was that everything snapped together.
"Oh my god! Um, France is... fine probably? Shit. What are you doing here, man?"
Ame hadn't really had any friends back in those days, he and Romeo both getting dragged around by their father's unwittingly had been pretty much as close as it got really and Ame had no idea where everything that had happened over the last several years would have left them. He realized a bit late that he wasn't really doing anything with his face, he'd never been a very emotive person, and opted for clapping Romeo on the shoulder twice in a way that he really hoped was friendly but was probably just... weird.




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Jude bit back a sigh. Augustina was not normally this... well... she WAS normally very high strung, and often unreasonable, and usually this dismissive, but today was a special kind of hell. He glanced over to where Leo had just conspicuously dropped a box all over the floor.

"as long as your brother hasn't managed to mangle the rest of the decorations."
Leo was at least a more robust target for Augustina and Irina's ire than Jude was. Jude was fond enough of him but that man had hardly seen a consequence in his life and would come out of this just fine.

"As per your orders and last years specifications, most of the bar decorations are up or in the process of going up. If you'd like the extra garland I suggest you get your bartender to redo this mornings work sooner, rather than later."
He knew damn well that comment would just make her angry enough to make his life harder, but once in a while he couldn't help the passive aggression, always served with a perfect customer service smile.

"If that's all you stopped me for, I've got 50 employees to supervise, shipments to confirm, and an inventory of decor to manage. I trust that the work of hanging something sparkly on the banister is in your capable hands, miss Ibsen."
he replied, giving another pointed look at Leo gathering ornaments off the floor and turning his back to head out to the loading dock, where another several boxes of decor were coming in from the storage unit and the caterers were pulling up.



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Okay. Something was clearly getting lost in translation here.

Mentally, Gil retraced his steps. Greeting? Check. Saying the bar was closed? Double check. Explaining why? Triple. Asking if there was anything else he could help with? Done and done! And for the life of him, he could not find the secret, fifth step that would magically compel the guest in front of him to understand that the bar was, indeed, still closed.

That was meant truly and honestly, by the way. He did want to find some magic word that would allow them to be on the same wavelength and get across that he couldn't make a drink for anyone right now. He'd tried big and elaborate. He'd tried short and sweet. Was there another option? Short...and elaborate? No, that wasn't right. That didn't work. Not that what he was currently doing was working either, but he felt like he was scrambling for the missing piece of a puzzle where the picture was of a polar bear in a snowstorm.

"Would love to make you the drink." He agreed, being honest.

Good first step. Answering the question up front.

"I also enjoy not getting in trouble for making said drink while it's all hands on deck."

Elaborating why he couldn't do what they both desired. Excellent second step.

"Maybe after everything's set up, I can make you something."

Providing thoughts for the future. He was really knocking this out of the ballpark.

"But, in the meantime, there's a great place down the road, a little speakeasy. I'm sure there's a lot of drunk people waiting to be laughed at."

Offering a solution for the present. Who said the Johansens couldn't communicate? Clearly he was good at this.

Alright, time to drive it home. He flashed a friendly smile, rounding the counter once more with his box and allowing his gaze to wander, checking around the room for where he needed to go next. Hopefully somewhere that had an actual ladder. He didn't have high hopes for that, though.

"Any complaints about the bar being closed can, of course, be fielded to our lovely supervisor, who I'm sure will jot down your complaints and keep them in mind for the future. Hey, maybe he'll even get me off decorating duty and allow me to bartend. Who's to say? He might have that power!" Passing off the responsibility felt like a crime, but it wasn't like he had the ability to change the current policy himself. That was above his level.

































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Shopping was great.

The hotel had a few amenities in their mini store area next to the front desk, but it didn’t compare to bracing the retail stores and hunting down all her essentials amidst chaotic holiday shoppers. Conquering the superstores often left Nadiya’s introverted soul feeling accomplished, and by the time she was back in her car returning to Hotel Ibsen she could feel her body relaxing with relief.

Getting out of the hotel was an unplanned but needed excursion. At times, Nadiya had a tendency of getting stuck in poor routines (i.e. sitting around at Ibsen) and her temporary leave from working had only exacerbated her more negative habits. But the Tree Lighting ceremony proved to be the ripping of the band-aid Nadiya needed to get back into her usual swing of things.

Since all the amenities were closed, and waking up early was practically ingrained in her at this point, Nadiya decided she’d have a little morning outing to herself. She’d gotten breakfast at a quaint little cafe, taken photos of the most adorable snowmen in a nearby park, and done some shopping, of course. But she was still an introvert, and once the morning hours had gone, Nadiya was ready to call the solo adventures finished.

With her purchases tucked into a reusable bag on her shoulder, Nadiya slipped back into the hotel and was immediately glad she’d escaped for a while, because there were people everywhere. Like the red carpet, but without the photoshoots, level crowded.

She honestly surprised herself with how fast she zeroed in on familiar faces. She honestly felt like patting herself on the back for remembering the names of the two security guards, but it probably helped that they were attractive… She shot them a brief smile and a wave to try and cover up her blatant admiration as she passed by into the hallway. She was heading towards the elevator, but stopped abruptly as Christmas decorations rolled towards her. Nadiya began picking up the ones closest to her, walking closer towards the source of the spill.

She dropped the decorations back into the box on the floor before giving a sympathetic hum at the sight of Leo and the overturned box of decorations.

It was always a bonus seeing Leo at the hotel, although he looked like he was having the furthest thing from a good time. She
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The comment about her brother had her momentarily hovering between covering for his stupid ass as a matter of family pride, and marching over there to chew him out herself. She bit her tongue, rolled her eyes, and exhaled through her nose with a heavy sigh. She wished she could just decorate the hotel the way that she liked it to be and that she wouldn't have to worry about gaining her mother's approval. Christmas was supposed to be enjoyable, but the joy and splendor she admired as a child had only morphed itself into another way for her mother to hold herself above them. None of them would ever be good enough and this was just her mother's underhanded way of reminding them of that.

It wasn't Jude's fault, but he was an easy target for her to project her feelings towards. "If I recall, it was your bright idea to have him transport the boxes in the first place. If we all knew that he was going to mangle that up, they why would you set him up for failure in the first place? I swear Jude, if I didn't know how tight your ass was around the stick you've got shoved inside of it about your job, I'd be convinced that you were sabotaging the whole thing." Sure it was dramatic, but Augustina was more concerned about the grotesque language that had come flying out of her. Her face hot with anger, and perhaps a bit of shame, she squeezed her fists tightly around the garland in her hand, then dropped it onto the ground-- with a bit more force than she had intended, which only managed to make her look a little like a toddler that didn't get their way.

She was thankful that Jude was walking away, and decided it was, perhaps, best to find someone else to be the target of her anger. The lingering comment about hanging up something sparkly had stung in a way she didn't think it could, and if she were to follow after him now, her father would return to find out that his favorite employee had been fired on the most important night of the year. Leo seemed to be the obvious choice, but now she had a bartender she had to go disappoint all so that she could prove a point that she didn't care all that much about anymore. "Leo!" Her voice almost echoed in the lobby, pulling the attention of at least a couple employees as they went about their work. Her brother's gaze darted up quickly to meet hers as he scrambled to pick up the scattered decorations quicker, which lead to the unfortunate action of tripping over himself and landing hard on the floor. Leo, being who he was, instantly erupted into laughter and didn't have a single lick of embarrassment about him. "Leo-- pull yourself together and clean up your mess. There's too much to get done for you to be goofing off like that. Clean it up," She paused and pointed at him for effect, "before I get back. Yeah?" With a huff the tossed her hair over her shoulder and marched towards the direction of the bar with purpose.

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Augustina strode into the bar, her long legs preceding her. As she approached, the voice of the bartender caught her attention, mentioning something about being off decorating duty. "Off decorating duty? Absolutely not, I--" She cut her words off when she noticed the guest at the bar, and her expression soured. This day couldn't get any worse. [color=#[B]ac5820][/B]"Ariel."[/color] Her tone sizzled with a heat that hadn't quite reached it when she was speaking to Jude earlier. "What is so important that you're prohibiting my employee from doing what they've been specifically asked to do?





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Leo didn't really notice any footsteps approaching, so he didn't realize that Nadiya was helping him pick up the various decorations until she said his name, and his head snapped up to look at her, his eyes wide. "Oh, fuck. Nadiya-- I didn't even see you, dude. Scared the shit outta me." He ran a hand through his hair nervously, but laughed it off. Looking back, it was absolutely ridiculous that he was startled to begin with. "Coerced honestly. Almost blackmailed. I'm convinced that if I fuck anything up then Gussie's gonna take a baseball bat to my ice luge herself. And it's a badass ice luge, man, it would be so tragic. Just wait til you see it. Best thing made out of ice like-- ever."

He'd been just about to thank her for helping pick some of the stuff up, but speak of the devil-- his sister was calling his name. He shot his gaze towards her quickly, god forbid she think he wasn't paying attention to her. It was then he realized that she had totally caught him and his disaster of a mess, which caused his heartrate to skyrocket as he went about gathering the decorations up quicker. Naturally, because it was obviously the best thing to happen to him in that moment, he found that his long legs got all tangled up on themselves, which sent him careening quickly to the hard, cold floor. He couldn't help but laugh. Augustina was lucky that he resisted the urge to yell 'wipe out'. His laugh was loud though, and Augustina wasn't happy about that at all, which she made clear with her icy threat.

He waited til she strode off before he picked himself up off the floor and went about gathering the rest of the decorations up. He shot a sheepish look to Nadiya. "Man, you're so lucky that you're a guest here right now. The energy they've got going on around here today? Awful."





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Wilhelmina loved Christmas. Not in the way her mother and sister seemed to love Christmas. They loved it in the commercial way. As if they were selling something- and boy- people really bought it too. Wil thought it was disgusting.

She loved Christmas differently. Like it was an old friend. Autumn was her favorite season, but Christmas was her favorite holiday. It was enchanting, and in New York it was always, quite literally, a Winter Wonderland. The sky was bright in a crisp, icy sort of way and the festivities and decorations brought a joy to her soul that not much else did. And she adored giving gifts to those she loved, perfectly curated choices for each of them to bring them some sort of joy. Even Augustina always got a gift that perfectly suited her.

Wil was very happy being put in charge of the tree. The trees were always her favorite part. The detailed artistry of them was like designing a stunning holiday gown. The best part about decorating the tree, however, was being as far away from Augustina as possible while she morphed herself into a Yuletide Godzilla, marching through the hallways and stomping on everyone's Christmas spirit. Augustina seemed to think that putting Wil in charge of the tree would put her in the direct line of their mother's wrath, but Wil figured the joke was on Gussie because she suffered through their mother's bullshit so much that she was used to it at this point. So Wilhelmina was just going to do whatever the fuck she wanted with the tree. She was just going to get yelled at anyway, so she might as well just get through it.

The drawback, because of course there was one, was that she was paired up with their maintenance employee. The one employee that Wil struggled to keep her composure around because she was just so damn hot. Which was exactly what was going through her mind as she watched Jo climb the ladder to hang another giant ornament. Wil grazed her eyes over the length of Jo's outstretched arm and gazed a little hopelessly at her face- which looked adorable while she was focused.

It was time to get serious. She shook her head a little bit and cleared her throat. "Oh! Um, a little bit to the right I think. And then that one's good."





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If it were anyone else, Ame’s stilted reaction probably would’ve put an awkward end to the conversation, but if anything the familiarity of it made Romeo more comfortable trying to catch up.

His eyes trailed to the hand on his shoulder with an amused smile before doing a mirrored pat to Ame. Super awkward. But the effort was appreciated.

“I’m sure you heard about me getting kicked out,” A sardonic scoff followed, “Hell, my great grandparents in Ireland heard the news. But, honestly, best thing to ever happen to me in that household.”
Romeo’s attention diverted for a moment, watching the bickering occurring between Jude and Augustina.

His eyebrows raised a little bit as the woman made her departure, but it seemed Romeo hadn’t caught the beam of her wrath just yet. But one of the guests and Leo did. He couldn’t care less if Augustina was pissed at him, but he’d prefer to not be interrupted while catching up with someone who hadn’t seen him since his tween days.

It’s was already weird enough with Ami thinking he has a dysfunctional workplace — even if it was relatively accurate, he didn’t want others knowing it.

“After I got kicked out. I was homeless for a while, working different jobs. I ended up in New York by chance. Turns out all that networking stuff my dad went on about was true, and I got this job through Jude; he’s the GM and like Ibsen adjacent at this point, if you don’t know who he is.”


A young woman, one of the hospitality staff, hurried towards the dining area carrying a large box of decorations. In her hustle, she dropped a precariously dangling snowflake clip decoration that Romeo moved to pick up with an amused smile.

“So now I work here, and you came at the perfect time to watch everyone scramble around to impress the parents with every piece of festive regalia possible,”
Romeo leaned in towards Ami, clipping the snowflake to his shirt with an almost proud smile.

“I honestly cant believe I didn’t see you sooner; I’m practically here 24/7, but hopefully this means you’ll be sticking around so we can catch up some more?”












































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As diplomatic as his response had been, she wasn't really interested in taking it up the latter, that would seem petty and shrill and tactless. Besides, a manager would just figure out a way to placate her and make her go away as soon as possible. Managers treated clients like the ones at hotel Ibsen like spoiled toddlers honestly. Trying to convince this bartender to get her a drink was way more fun than complaining to his manager until she got free drink credits she didn't even need.

Then queen bitch of New York herself had to ruin it. Ariel wasn't generally a remorseful person, but if her actions turned Augustina on this poor guy she would actually feel bad.

"Me? It looks like you're the one prohibiting your establishment from running correctly. What kind of place is this that I can't get a drink at a bar without being sent away and harassed by the ownership"

Having to see Augustina was definitely a downside to this trip, she would have just turned on her heel and left if she didn't think the inevitable smug look on her face would live rent free in her own head.

"Your bartender was just giving me some choice reccomendations about where to get sloshed around here, since you won't accomodate. If anything he deserves commendation for being the only around here willing to help your guests"




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Ame's eyes widened at the snowflake maneuver, but he didn't comment on it. The man's words did draw an awkward smile out of him though. He wasn't exaggerating about the regalia and the scrambling, the whole hotel was a chaotic disaster and he'd been lying if he said he wasn't a little bit afraid of that blonde woman setting her sights on them. In all of this, wasn't Romeo supposed to be working or something?

"I did hear actually. I'm sure you'll be thrilled to know you were the best cautionary tale my father could think of for like two years."
It had really pissed Ame off at the time, especially since he hadn't had any way to contact the other boy, but he'd gotten a bit of enjoyment in the knowledge that the rebellious older kid who'd sort of roped him into friendship would probably be happy about the reputation he'd managed.


"I just got here a few days ago. I'm surprised you can see anything at all in this Christmas tornado anyway..."
he answered, pausing when he realized he hadn't actually answered the question.
"But yeah. I'll be around for a bit. Maybe we should catch up while you aren't in the middle of... whatever this is."





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