Not like he remembers last night all that well; can't remember a thing, if he's going to be honest. Last he recalls he was talking to that one guy determined to make sure his girl didn't swing, and then after that...nothing, really.
(I completely blacked out, I don't remember a thing - here's to you, Velma Kelly, you're a regular psychic.)
That isn't to say that Billy is going to be disheveled when he finally makes his appearance in the lobby - the lights and mirror are going to be put to decent use, there's no sense in doing otherwise, and he only pauses for the briefest of moments in the hallway, tilting his head at the star adorning his door, before jerking the paper down from where it's taped up under it. He folds it once, twice as he continues on, his pace brisk and the creases sharp and smart; he tucks it into the inside pocket of his suit eventually – let the stupid door read "The", for all he cares.
Anyway.
The lobby is...better, décor-wise...or at least it would be if it weren't for those rules adorning the walls. He doesn't seem disturbed by them, per se, for the time being he's just looking kind of unimpressed; he's got his playbill with him, it would just have been stupid to leave the room without it, but he doesn't seem too interested in reading it – he's holding it slightly open in his hand, fingers slipped inbetween the creasing as though to mark his place somewhere, but for the time being he's got his arms folded and he's tapping it agitatedly against his sleeve. It's pretty much the only tell he's got going that he might be displeased with all of this – his expression is still sitting solidly at an "eh, could be worse" – but it's there just the same.]
Yeah, all of that's real cute.
[Once he's tired of everything and everyone in here, however, he can be found in the east wing of the building – he's going to...disregard the laundry room for now because that is a lot of machinery and witchcraft happening in there, but the ballroom seems...pretty nice, all things considered. He won't be playing anything, but he can be found on the grand piano's bench, going over that program he's been keeping with him.
Some of these people are...interesting, he'll grant that much. Not exactly his usual company, not anyone he'd choose to join his usual company, but probably worth a second look just the same.]
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Not like he remembers last night all that well; can't remember a thing, if he's going to be honest. Last he recalls he was talking to that one guy determined to make sure his girl didn't swing, and then after that...nothing, really.
(I completely blacked out, I don't remember a thing - here's to you, Velma Kelly, you're a regular psychic.)
That isn't to say that Billy is going to be disheveled when he finally makes his appearance in the lobby - the lights and mirror are going to be put to decent use, there's no sense in doing otherwise, and he only pauses for the briefest of moments in the hallway, tilting his head at the star adorning his door, before jerking the paper down from where it's taped up under it. He folds it once, twice as he continues on, his pace brisk and the creases sharp and smart; he tucks it into the inside pocket of his suit eventually – let the stupid door read "The", for all he cares.
Anyway.
The lobby is...better, décor-wise...or at least it would be if it weren't for those rules adorning the walls. He doesn't seem disturbed by them, per se, for the time being he's just looking kind of unimpressed; he's got his playbill with him, it would just have been stupid to leave the room without it, but he doesn't seem too interested in reading it – he's holding it slightly open in his hand, fingers slipped inbetween the creasing as though to mark his place somewhere, but for the time being he's got his arms folded and he's tapping it agitatedly against his sleeve. It's pretty much the only tell he's got going that he might be displeased with all of this – his expression is still sitting solidly at an "eh, could be worse" – but it's there just the same.]
Yeah, all of that's real cute.
[Once he's tired of everything and everyone in here, however, he can be found in the east wing of the building – he's going to...disregard the laundry room for now because that is a lot of machinery and witchcraft happening in there, but the ballroom seems...pretty nice, all things considered. He won't be playing anything, but he can be found on the grand piano's bench, going over that program he's been keeping with him.
Some of these people are...interesting, he'll grant that much. Not exactly his usual company, not anyone he'd choose to join his usual company, but probably worth a second look just the same.]