[h1][b][i][color=3333FF][center]Alcander Mires[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=3333FF]Location:[/color] Hotel Shikta
[color=3333FF]Interacting with:[/color] [@Lady Amalthea][@Charnobylisk]
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The lights were mellow and low, and it was warm enough for him to think this was a pretty comfortable place. Alcander gave a nod to the waitress as she set down the drinks he'd ordered. "[color=3333FF]Thank you.[/color]" he told her, then realized he had forgotten the proper way to convey the message in hindi. Guess he'd been learning a bit too fast and got his thoughts muddled. 
[color=fff79a]"So, why are ya out here in the bowels of hell? I know why me brother is though I still don't understand why this out of all places but hey. What made you decide to move into hotel Del Death?"[/color] Murphy's sister deign to ask him. He looked her way, and pointing at his chest, his face showing mild surprise, as if to say 'me?' 

He didn't properly know how to express his initial feelings for coming here. He'd been to a few parties, and from his experience, admitting that he was interested in the classics and he had just got into [i]The Ramayana[/i] would either have people thinking he was showing off, or just give him confused looks. He decided he'd give a secondary, but no less true reason. "[color=3333FF]I guess I needed to see the world a bit, in a place that's still kind of only halfway caught up with the modern world, you know? In my opinion-[/color]" he continued, before Murphy's screeching almost had him dropping his drink. [i]Jesus fucking Christ[/i], he thought to himself. One second Alcander had been lounging on his chair, and the next he felt his eardrums piercing and some of his drink spilling onto his shirt. The cold beverage almost had him jerking from the sensation. He sighed, and moved the fringe of his hair out of his eyes as he looked down at the wet spots on his shirt. [i]Well...'least it's a button down[/i]. It was hot enough for him to get away with it, so he unbuttoned the front of his shirt and let it hang open. [color=f26522]"Never in my day did I think that something could make me wish for the sweet sounds of that bearded demon goat crashing through my prestigious hotel. Such crashes and bahbah's would be a welcome serenade compared to the sounds of his death thralls!"[/color] Desh exclaimed, but Al was too busy wiping his chest with the bottom of his shirt. [color=88cdcb]"Holy fuckin' [i]shit[/i]. HOW THE FUCK DO YE EVEN MAKE THOSE KIND OF NOISES?!"[/color] could be heard in the background.

"[color=3333FF]I hope you didn't have to deal with that growing up too much.[/color]" Al said with a grin to Claire once he felt relaxed again, leaning back again and sipping his drink again casually. He guessed other than the wail, this wasn't too bad of an outing. No one seemed to be bullshitting in order to get into someone elses' pants, or shotgunning drinks with the fellas. He looked up in time to see Cass bounding her way up on stage and singing a song he didn't know the tune to, until he heard her. [color=88cdcb]"I'm a Barbie girl in a Barbie wooooorld. Life in plastic! It's fantastic! You can brush my hair, undress me everywheeere. Imagination, life is your creatiooon!"[/color] He blinked, more amused than anything. "[color=3333FF]Oh my god.[/color]" he chuckled under his breath, barely audible. He wasn't a fan of that at all, but she was talented enough to make it work somehow.