Tempers

Tempers ran short when the cookies ran short. Each said the other had had the last one. Normally the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa buffet table didn’t serve desserts. Somehow today was different. the Face of Everyman would look into this lapse in judgement.

Orts

The Crows blamed each other for missing out on the breakfast buffet served mornings at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman noted that orts were not good enough for this regal bird.

Death?

He was afraid to turn around. Was that the Angle of Death? Percival was convinced things existed, even here in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman always tried to dismiss such myths; even if true.

Lottery

Every night before the big lottery drawing young Pierpont would stroke the chin of the venerable sage. the Face of Everyman had no idea how he became a talisman for this young rascal. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa’s gaming laws needed a review.

Fight

Sometimes it was ugly, bitter words and a lot of posturing. Never-the-less the Face of Everyman would tell them to go elsewhere to fight. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was a family-oriented business.