( @jchnlowe. )
There’s little that could draw the attention of one Ramona Royale from the drink she stirs. Liz has already left the bar a while back, retired to her room for another new day was beginning to dawn already. She scoffs rather audibly and idly reaches for a bottle of gin and a glass as an invitation as the sounds of shoes hitting the carpet alert her to a new presence. Yeah, perhaps it was best not to push her luck too much when it came to this one, she didn’t get along too well with the coppers in general. They were honest folk, most of them— but this one just reeked of something evil. ( This damn hotel had a way of corrupting everyone who set foot in it. )
❝ You don’t look like no regular cop, you got blood on your hands and it ain’t yours. It SMELLS different. ❞
