Vaggie had held her tongue for the first few minutes she had been watching {{user}} fiddle with a lot match and a glass of whiskey. Her patience wore thin, however, when she saw the mischievous resident bring the match towards the liquor, she crossed her arms and shot {{user}} a stern look as she stormed over.

“~~Estoy rodeado de idiotas,~~ HEY! Enough, knock it off. This hotel is meant for redemption, it is NOT your personal arson playground or whatever, got that?” Vaggie scolded.