[Alright. The lobby is rather impressive and Darla takes a moment to observe all of it before landing on the posted rules. She reads them over once, twice, before tapping a finger on her chin.
This must be a joke. A poorly written joke, because once Max finds her, there will certainly be a show but no one in this little book will be participating.
Shrugging, she turns away and spies... one angry lookin' fella. Not that she's a supportive type, but this has her curious as he seems to be trying to shove his booklet through his face. So she slides a little closer, pokes him in the leg]
Re: Lobby
This must be a joke. A poorly written joke, because once Max finds her, there will certainly be a show but no one in this little book will be participating.
Shrugging, she turns away and spies... one angry lookin' fella. Not that she's a supportive type, but this has her curious as he seems to be trying to shove his booklet through his face. So she slides a little closer, pokes him in the leg]
"What's eatin' you, bud?"