>>23633 - Chapter 2
The Chateau Marmont sat on top of a hill, it laid nestled between the beautiful California beaches and the lively area of West Hollywood. Stevie couldn’t help but be enthralled by the scenery of the Sunset Strip and longed to explore it once
business was through. Speaking of which… the hotel was just around the corner.
‘Swanky’ he thought to himself as got off the car and thanked the chauffeur. He then proceeded to walk inside, marveling at the intricate designs and beautiful architecture; he could feel the spirit of old Hollywood. ‘
‘This place is too good for onishit, Jewtube or Machinima must’ve paid for it probably.’ Another thought came by.
Stevie went towards the platinum-blonde receptionist behind the desk and asked for a “Gregory Daniel”, before calling Greg’s room-
“I’m right here.” Greg retorted.
“Uhh hi, I guess…” was all Stevie could say to the man who was directly facing him. He was somewhat frightened of him, yet keeping his composure. Greg walked towards the elevator and all Stevie could do is follow.
Stevie noted that he and Greg share a similar “rocker-chic” style; Stevie was more blatant with his trip bondage pants, Suicidal Tendencies t-shirt, black sneakers and three-layered studded cuffs on his wrists - all black of course while his hair was slightly disheveled and kept the pubes-like goatee. Meanwhile Greg was more laid-back grungy with his dark blue, acid-washed baggy pants, ankle-high combat boots and a plain black shirt. He still had that Kurt Cobain-inspired bob cut yet slightly growing; he was clean-shaven. Stevie couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of being stuck in 1999.
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