The most interesting meetings can happen in hotel lobbies.
"Chris is late." Vivian checked her watch again.
"I don't think Aaron went for it." Seth walked up to her, having just made it back.
"We should've expected that." She nodded, brushing a strand of her hair back out of her face. "Jack's here. He's got something for you."
"Where is he?" Seth looked around.
"Went up to his room. We should go up. . ." The very loud rustling of a newspaper stopped their conversation.
"Excuse me," The man seated in the chair a few feet away slowly lowered the paper from his face. "But do either of you know how hard it is to get bulletholes out of a Jag?"
"Sam!" Vivian was surprised. But not as much as Seth was.
"Motherfucker. Almost as hard as it is to look at your wife's broken jaw and not know where the asshole is who did it. . ." Seth started unbuttoning his jacket and walking across the lobby. Vivian tried to jump in front of him. "Not now, dammit!"
"Can we not do this here, Seth? I was invited, too. . ." Sam didn't want to fight right now. Not in a public lobby. Not with a job and unfinished business still ahead of them.
"Is this a private party?" Jack joined the group, helping Viv to restrain Seth.
This was the scene when Chris finally arrived at the hotel. "See," he said to no one in particular. "This is why a small, out of the way place would be better."
