Her memories were blurry though. All she could recall this time was going to a party at Skip’s place with Jessie. There was a band, though she couldn’t remember who the band was, and maybe, she thought the cops had broken up the party? No memory of getting to or being at the penthouse.
She sat on the leather couch in the living room and stared out the floor-to-celing glass wall at the city sky line, the polished stone veneers and glass facades of the towers reflecting the mid-morning sun back into her eyes. When she felt that she had recouped more of herself it was time to move on to Step 4: find whatever she could pocket from this teleportation location. There was not much there in the penthouse. She had reached the conclusion that it must be a model unit or staged and for sale, the way it was so barren of any signs of life. Not being able to find much anything worth taking in the bedrooms or bathrooms, she settled on leaving with two champagne flutes and a wicker decor sphere.
With her pinched items in tow she left the penthouse and searched for the building’s stairwell. Elevators were an absolute last resort ever since the incident at Circus Circus when she was a kid. In her mind she can still smell the smoke that wafted into the dingy casino lift while she was stuck there, helpless and alone for hours before it started downwardsw again and let her off on the main floor.
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