“Here here” said Richard, hitting the highest floor button, and the elevator started its ascent.

“This is a five star hotel, has a host of celebrities using it for their own party play area, and here we all are wandering its halls” started Bette, a little uncomfortable at the thought

“You want to go back down and book us some rooms?” asked Shane, before leaning back on the wall by Lena and grinning, watching the numbers tick along.

“We’re only going to see what the view is like” added Lena, “And besides if anyone says anything, we have Dana Fairbanks with us, she must carry some celebrity status they can’t possibly refute”

Six pairs of eyes turned for a moment to the couple in the corner.  Dana was currently occupied with an Alice moulded to her lips and didn’t put up an argument of having her celebrity status used as a means to get out of a sticky situation should one arise.

 Lena smiled, gave a cheeky wink to Shane and leaned beside her, clicking her tongue again as they watched the numbers light up with each passing floor.  Finally after a minute or so, the elevator came to a halt, and the doors slid open.  An empty lobby stood before them as the stepped out and an ominous silence hung in the air.  Lena and Shane were already wending their way along one of the passages as the doors slid closed and the group found themselves, standing on plush carpets and grandiose designs of a long narrow hall, of which only two doors led off.  The hall led on across the remaining length of the hotel, with double doors at the end.  With a quick, almost mischievous step the group made their way silently along it.

“God would you check this place out” muttered Shane under her breath, as they passed a table halfway along the passage between the two doors, and a huge vase of expensive looking arranged flowers standing atop it.

“Stars pay for their luxury” replied Lena, curious as to what was behind the doors as they passed the second one

“You do realise that we’re probably being closely watched and scrutinised by security,” interjected Bette wondering why she’d let herself be dragged into the little excursion and trying to be the voice of reason.