Merope passed out hotel card keys. "Okay, El, you're with me, Saiph and Coren are sharing, and Ceres and Cade,"
Saiph and Coren shared a grin that they thought was far more secretive than it really was.
"Okay then, let's head up." Coren grabbed both Saiph and his bags and turned toward the elevators.
"You go on without me, I'll be right there," Mera lagged behind as the others followed Coren. "Hey, just making sure that you're alright sharing a room with Ceres- I thought you'd probably hate it the least, and that thing you told me about your mind-"
"Yeah, don't worry," Cadence let out a laugh, "I'll be alright. Make sure she doesn't murder me in my sleep,"
"Okay, great, thank you, you're the best!" Merope started to back away, "I gotta pee, but I'll meet you upstairs, okay?" she called as she ran back.
Cadence finger-waved. "Yep!"
It was a long elevator ride alone. Cadence deflated as soon as the doors slid closed, and she fixed her hair (futilely, her curls just sprung back into place) in the mirrored wall. She tried to mentally prepare herself to spend the night in the same room as a mindreading mass murderer (wow, alliteration).
She stepped out of the elevator, pivoted to her left, and strutted down the hall, the (self-professed) perfect image of confidence. She took long, powerful strides. She couldn't show any weakness in front of-
"Hey Lightning McQueen, you missed your exit,"
Cade stopped. She spun, dragging the suitcase along with her, eyes landing on where the other girl was leaning against the closed door. She smiled apologetically and walked back to where Ceres was waiting (so much for "show no weakness"). "Bold of you to say, you oversized meteor," she retorted as sh2
fbp pulled the suitcase over a bump in the carpet. "Why aren't you inside?"
"Apparently I can't be trusted with a room key." Ceres stepped aside with a (highly unnecessary) flourish.
"I support that decision wholeheartedly,"
She keyed them in, and promptly froze.
Ceres grunted and moved behind her. "Move, would yo-"
Ceres moved closer, her head resting just above Cadence's shoulder. "Wow."
The room was large- huge, in fact. It was easily the size of a small ballroom, with furniture organized in three rows. By furniture, Cade meant beds. No dressers, or tables, or even chairs (but just chairs and beds would have admittedly been more perplexing). Just three rows of beds with somewhere between four and six beds in each (incorrect- the rows were three, five, four, and Cade was tempted to move a bed from row two to row one to make it even).
Ceres spoke first. "I... am way too tired to deal with this shit."
That snapped Cade out of her stupor. "Which-which one do you want?" (Cadence was a chronic sufferer of surprise-induced stammering). She eyed the third bed in the first row, with its flouncy pillows and layers of soft blankets.
Ceres met her eyes and held her gaze for a second. "The third one on the blue wall side,"
Cadence's eyes narrowed. "Did you just read my mind? Why didn't I feel-"
Ceres cut her off with a sly smile and a decisive "Nope."
"You were eyeing that particular bed like it was a bar of 78% dark chocolate."
A beat. (WHY DID CERES REMEMBER HER FAVORITE FUCKING TYPE OF CHOCOLATE???) "You're the worst."
Cade glared for a second longer before taking two quick steps and launching herself onto the bed. She lay on it, splayed out for a second, letting herself sink into the layers of blankets. Her sleepiness hit her like a brick, her eyes shuttering already. "It's mine," she declared into the purple throw, too tired to lift her head, which resulted in it sounding more like "Iff my", but Ceres seemed to understand, if the laughing (rather, cackling- which fit her evil personality) she vaguely registered from the doorway was any indicator. She heard Ceres step toward the bed, receiving little other warning before Ceres just shoved her to one side. This shocked Cade into miraculously lifting her chin to stare at Ceres. "What are you doing?"
"Taking the bed you offered me." (She was so fucking smug.)
"No, you said 'If mime'. Also, this one's clearly the best. I'm sleeping here, there's nothing you can do."
"Well, I'm not moving." Cadence's stubbornness knew no bounds.
Ceres deigned to respond. The audacity.
Cade settled in pointedly. (She didn't believe such a thing was possible until she'd done so. Hooray for modern day inventors.) Ceres just tossed the coat she'd shed onto the next bed over and started unlacing her boots. Well. This was her fate, Cadence supposed.
"You better not fucking snore," Cade grumbled.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
"I did," Ceres admitted. "And I don't."
I WAS PRACTICALLY GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET THE ENTIRE TIME I LOVE THIS OHMYGOD
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