not a better start //jordan

[RAYLENE NOELLE FAIRCHILD]

Jordan’s answer made sense. Ray just had a hard time imagining herself loosening up around her sisters. There was always the pressure to prove something or not mess up. She wondered if she could ever take anything Jordan, in particular, said up front.

Ray was momentarily star struck by Jordan, which was ridiculous because she’s known her sister all her life. But gods, that look was potent. It was like Jordan just turned a switch and suddenly her presence radiated around. The moment she got out of the car, Ray saw people turn to look at her. How did Jordan not do that every day?

Despite her surprise, Ray managed to get out of the car. She smiled hearing Jordan’s passable accent. “I would if you’d get off it.” Ray retorted, smiling only slightly. They needed roles, and Ray figured Jordan could be the flirty one and Ray could be the one that smiled rarely – like Posh Spice.

Ray’s heart pounded as they approached the resort, and it picked up the pace once they were inside. Was Jordan as nervous? Jordan didn’t look nervous. Jordan looked aggressively amazing. Ray could only look disinterested and tired, which also suited their roles. She wished, though, that she had more time to recite what she would say. The front desk was getting closer and closer, and what could she possibly say? Give me a room certainly wouldn’t work.

But there they were and the front desk guy was looking up at Ray.

“Our manager called, yeah?” Ray said, as though that should explain everything and they would just be shown to their rooms. Have high expectations, Ray thought, that’s step one to being rich and famous. When the front desk guy looked visibly intimidated and flustered, Ray rolled her eyes. Have little patience, you just came off a flight. “Figures, we get stuck with a sodding rental and now this.” She muttered (though loud enough for the guy to hear) to Jordan.

[JORDAN VALENCIA FAIRCHILD]

Jordan was sure she could walk the walk here, but not so sure about talking the talk. Ray was talking, so maybe she was supposed to be the moody one? But she had no idea. She walked in like a queen, resting an elbow on the counter as Ray did the talking, but then she figured she had to do or say something. Jordan leaned forward on the counter a little to better show off her chest before saying, mostly to Ray "It's not too much to ask that our bloody room be ready is it?" Then she turned to the man behind the counter, looking a bit sultry as she did so.

If there was one thing Jordan knew how to do, it was flirt. She put on her best hard face and stated. "Don't you know who we are?" She said, pointing from herself to Ray. After a blank but worried look from the concierge, she started up again. "This is too bleeding precious if you ask me. We're knackered from a long flight and you don't have a room ready for us? Thats bollox."

Jordan paused and looked at Ray, hoping she was doing alright but trying to keep her cool. Her eyes swung back to the concierge and she decided to go big. Jordan grabbed his tie from across the counter and pulled him a bit closer. "You sure you didn't get a call about us mate?" She said in a sort of flirty, lilting speech which she had a little trouble reconciling with her fake british accent.

[RAYLENE NOELLE FAIRCHILD]

“Apparently it is.” Ray responded, feigning exasperation and running a hand through her hair. “Told you we should’ve gone to Switzerland.” She muttered, as though the location of their winter resort was the topic of a previous argument. When Jordan pointed from herself to Ray, Ray tried to look important. However that was done.

She had to give props to her sister. The guy was practically melting in her seat, seemingly terrified and obviously turned on. Having Jordan bully and flirt with him was probably his wet dream come true. Ray couldn’t help it – she smiled a little, looking both amused and a bit sympathetic. She looked from Jordan to the guy, as though to say, see what you’ve unleashed?

In Jordan’s eyes, Ray saw the click of a final decision made and suddenly Jordan seemed to lunge at the guy. Ray was almost scared – We’re not those kinds of rockstars! she wanted to cry out, but then she saw what Jordan had planned, and calmed down. Ray was a little worried about Jordan’s accent just then, but the guy seemed too focused on staring at how her lips were moving instead of what they were saying.

Ray figured now was a good time as any to provide assistance. She casually leaned closer to the concierge, as well, leaning her elbow on the desk. “Take care to remember mate.” She breathed. “It would’ve been-“ she paused to look at his lips “-very” and then looked back into his eyes “-important.”

ooc- I'll let you write the poor guy's meltdown =P

[JORDAN VALENCIA FAIRCHILD]

The man behind the counter, Kevin--according to his name tag, had begun to get rather sweaty and nervous looking. He was middle aged, 40 maybe, obviously not used to two seemingly British hot girls yell at him. Jordan smirked lightly, seeing that it was, in fact, working. Jordan felt a little badly, he looked like he was going to cry. "I.. I'm so sorry miss, miss... I don't know what happened to your reservation..." He stuttered nervously. Kevin stood up and check his computer again. "What name would you be under?"

"Her Majesty's Pleasure, obviously? The rocker group? What are you, daft?" Jordan laughed, turning to Ray for a back up chuckle or something. Kevin looked more flustered, if that were possible. He waddled out from behind the desk after clicking something on the computer with his chubby fingers.

"I don't know how this could have happened," He insisted. "I'll give you both the queen suite up on the 17th floor, best we have open..." Kevin explained. Jordan gave a sad little pouty look at him and he added, "With of course complementary meals."

[RAYLENE NOELLE FAIRCHILD]

There was honestly nothing left for Ray to say. Jordan had expertly taken over the show. Ray merely watched as the grown man practically fell apart in front of them, and she felt a bit bad. Well, very bad. Honestly, horrible. This had gone over much smoother in Italy.

Ray wished Jordan wouldn’t call him daft, but appearances had to be kept. When Kevin got them a room, Ray saw another staff member approach them. Figuring he a bellboy, Ray gave him the keys (which she had earlier separated from Jordan’s ridiculous keychains) and said, “Thanks mate. Bags are in the trunk. It’s the shitty rental in 24.” Thankfully the parking spots had numbers, as Ray had no idea what kind of car Jordan drove. Vehicular knowledge wasn’t Ray’s thing.

With Jordan’s magic expertly cast, Kevin got out from behind the desk with a pair of room keys to show them personally to their rooms. They followed him to the elevator. In there, Ray made a comment to Jordan, “Lifts here are weird,” for the sake of saying something and seeming natural. The doors opened and Kevin led them down a hall, finally stopping at their room. He opened the door with shaky hands.

When Ray caught sight of their room, she tried not to look impressed, despite the fact that their room was the coolest hotel room she’d ever seen (even abroad.) Kevin handed Ray and Jordan their respective keys and Ray waited until Jordan got in first. Lightly patting Kevin on the back, she said, “You’re a reasonable man, Kev. I like that.” Walking through the doorway, she glanced over her shoulder and added, “I’ll put in a good word to the boss, yeah?” And then she shut the door.

[JORDAN VALENCIA FAIRCHILD]

At the comment of the 'shitty rental', Jordan tried not to throw Ray a look. She was rather like a guy when it came to her car. It was hers and she liked it, a baby of sorts. It was a '03 Toyota, nothing special by any real car standards, but it was still a good car. It was her car.

Jordan was starting to crack inwardly by the elevator and could only nod at ray's comment about the lifts and give an uninterested, "Yeah." The rode up quietly and Kevin showed them to their room, which was the most luxurious room that Jordan had even laid eyes on, though she tried her hardest to look bored. As Ray said they'd put in a good word with his boss, Jordan gave him a little thumbs up (she felt a little bad for the guy) and waited until the door was closed.

And then she gave it a few more seconds just to be sure before running over to one of the huge beds and throwing herself on top of it. "This place is fucking spectacular." She said in a quiet scream. The sheets were slik, the wallpaper was gorgeous. The bathroom looked huge, even from here.

Jordan sat up and looked at Ray. She was the one who pulled this off. Jordan felt suddenly silly, "Did I do okay?" She asked, unable to hide her need for approval.