Rhapsodies

Kevin was relieved that the elevator to their suite was nothing like the humid swamp the lobby was slowly turning into.

To his surprise, it looked like there were just ordinary people inside it. He nodded and turned to stare at the door. The elevator stopped a minute later and more people walked in.

“Excuse me.” Kevin turned to see a tall skinny woman with yellow plastic hair. She grinned at him showing matching plastic teeth. Is your friend a writer? She asked pointing down at Bert.

Kevin looked down at Bert. “How should I know?” he asked. The elevator stopped and more people entered.

The woman looked puzzled. “Doesn’t he look like a writer?” she asked.

“I think he looks like a prairie dog with mange,” Kevin said. Bert gave Kevin an evil look and kicked him in the shin.

The woman gave another plastic smile “Be nice,” she said. “I’m sure whatever he writes is very good.”

“Yeah, but” The elevator stopped letting in more people. Kevin was pushed against the woman. She looked up at him.

“You know you look like a drummer,” she said.

“Right,” I think that be enough a that.” Peaseblossom appeared out of nowhere, grabbed Kevin by the ear and pulled him away. “Can’t leave ye around for one moment without ye a usin’ charisma on people. Good thin’ the next stop’s ours less we’d a had an orgy on our hands.”

Kevin was about to reply when the elevator door opened up. With the crowd of people inside, they were pushed out into… Another lobby.

This one was a small circular room, completely empty except for a small table in the center. There were eight doors distributed evenly. All of them were barely eight inches high. “There should be a key over on the table, “ she said. “Go get it for us would ye?” she flitted over to one of the doors shrinking down to be just the right size to go through.

Kevin walked to the table. As the Pixie had told them there was indeed a small key next to a little bottle a tag with the words “drink me” on it.