[b]Lord De Gravee[/b]

The Lord was welcoming key guests into the lobby as he was carefully directing them away from the debris caused by the extraterrestrial landing. Then he walked back to the lobby and was whistled by the wendigo he had ignored earlier.

"Blimey, you can't just whistle you filthy dog, don't you know who this is?" A ghost had lost it in front of the Lord.

"It is okay Tim tong, you may continue with the repairs, ah yes, my dear guests, room 303 should be on the third floor, 204 on the second, just take the stairs and ask the ghosts for help, they will be kind to do so. Enjoy."  

[b]Snazzy The Reaper[/b]

Snazzy was furious he wasn't invited to the annual monster celebrations at Hotel Le Horrid, he was offended the lord wouldn't personally invite him. Sitting at his couch in the living room of some deserted New Jersey apartment, Snazzy snapped his fingers and he was instantly teleported to the hotel lobby.

"What a damn scene, oh there you are you stinking excuse of a Lord!" The reaper couldn't finish as the Lord walked away and ignored his remarks, "Damn, will reap your soul one day, given you have one."

Snazzy floated off into the bar, he jumped over and greeted the guests enjoying their drinks, "What have we here? A terrifyingly unremarkable bartender, it is a shame, let's take of that." Snazzy snapped the bartender's neck, a juicy black liquid poured out, he as a zombie bartender. 

"Countess, And gentlemen, freaks, and unrecognized demons (John doe), I am your bartender for the evening, SNAZZY THE GRIM FUCKING REAPER." Snazzy then dashed to the multi-handed man, and mimicked him in mockery "Hellu there folks, howdy, dowdy partner eh hullo, what the hell man? You are like the boring-est monster in here, just shove those hands down your throat and shut up JEHHHHSUS!"

Snazzy then grabbed some bottles and prepared an Iced Water for the man he just mocked, all the while, the entire time, he was holding his scythe with him.