He's a respectable man. He works as a lawyer. Today he's lost it on cocaine.
Security comes to the front desk and asks if one of us will join him while he removes a guest. Someone is causing a very quiet disturbance on the top floor, quiet and creepy and needs to be removed. Security needs to have someone accompany him as a witness, just in case something goes horribly wrong. Something always goes horribly wrong with cocaine addicts
I join him and try to pry some information out of him. What's going on up there? Does it include any half naked women? Will I need a magnum flashlight? He doesn't tell me anything. He only grits his teeth. I'm even more intrigued now. We shoot up in the elevator to the top floor. We stand there and stare at the numbers.
The doors ding and open up. A man runs by in his bathrobe. A door slams. Security exits the elevator and I follow him. There is some of the cieling on the carpet in the hallway. A broom lies haphazardly in the middle of the floor. I look up at the cieling and see that it's been poked with the broom. There are all kinds of holes in the funny foam pieces that you can push up and move aside and access the water pipes and cables and all that. It looks horrible.
This is just out in the hallway.
Security has already seen all this and is now knocking on the door. It's a knock of authority. It's no maid service knock. It's not a pages' knock. The door opens and is instantly stopped by the slide bolt lock. A face peeks thru the opening.
He's sorry for everything, but his sister is hiding in the attic and he is just looking for her.
He finally lets us into the room. Security pulls out his suitcase and tells him that he needs to pack it. The room is a mess. The carpet has been cut with a steak knife and pulled up in a lot of the places. He tells us he is sorry, but if the people downstairs would mind their own business and not peek thru the carpet, then he wouldn't have had to tear it up.
He packs his bag and puts on a very expensive suit. He's just having a meltdown he tells us. It's happened before, but it gets worse everytime. We double check the suite and make sure he's taken his electronics and cords and any secret stash. He admits to 2 secret stashes and it's a lot of cocaine. We confiscate it for his own good and tell him he can come back and get it in 1 years time.
Then we leave the room, take the elevator to the lobby and walk him out the front doors and onto the sidewalk and up the street a little to build up momentum and then we set him free. Free as a bird. Free to completely fuck up his life.