[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=82ca9d]Peter Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3ehBKN7ftE5RC/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][i][color=82ca9d]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Qasr El Nil Barracks Officers Club[/center][hr]	

	[color=82ca9d]"I doubt you could ever be considered a third wheel Miss Ridgeway,"[/color] Peter chuckled before turning and having a seat, resting his cane beside him as he got comfortable. Hearing Lauren ask about war stories he sat quietly. He had stories that was to be sure but none that he wished to revisit right then. He had spent enough time in war, and it was all too fresh in his mind still to want to travel down that road. Right then, he was in Cairo and he wanted to push those thoughts as far away from the front of his mind as possible. 

	A small smirk came to his lips as he looked towards his uncle. Of course Reginald would have a story or two. The man loved to talk, to drink, to fight, didn't matter his age. He was always ready with a story or two and as he mentioned a jackass and a honeycomb in a brothel he busted out laughing. [color=82ca9d]"Dare I even ask what possessed you to bring those two particular [i]items[/i] into a brothel?"[/color] he laughed as he leaned back in his seat. The minds image painted before him was rather humorous and he couldn't wait to hear the rest of this tale. 

	Though even as he sat there his mind wandered over to Vera as he sat there. He had come there for a specific purpose and reason and it seemed that tomorrow he would see if his trip was worth the time. He cared for Vera deeply, and he knew she held great affection for him. Granted, he knew that neither of them were in love with the other but they were a fine match together. They had similar interests, enjoyed history, were a bit on the out skirts of what the ton deemed acceptable, not to mention they enjoyed each others company and were both of noble birth. They were a good match to say the least, far more desirable than many of the women his mother had tried to get him to wed since his return or even before he had left for the war. 


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[img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/1b617e2b-de2e-4952-bd44-410f7b633b8c.jpg[/img][hr][b][i][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/i][/b] Qasr El Nil Barracks Officers Club -> Streets of Cairo[/center][hr]	
	
	Moving along the barracks to the gate Aziza smiled over towards Harry. [color=a187be]"I am very sure, as long as I am not imposing on you I would have it no other way,"[/color] she said in a happy voice as they approached the gate. Once they were there they were stopped for a moment as the gate was opened to the streets of Cairo. 

	"تذكر لدينا سجين هرب فضفاضة في القاهرة. هذه الليلة متأنية." the guard says to Aziza and she nods slightly, her fingers tightening around Harry's arm before stepping through the gate with him and it closing behind the two. 

	[color=a187be]"With everything that had happened this evening I had completely forgotten about the escaped convict,"[/color] she said glancing around the streets before looking up at Sgt. Walsh. [color=a187be]"More thankful than ever that you are here to escort me back to the hotel."[/color] 

	Turning down the street, she glanced around. The moon was starting to come up over the city but the stars couldn't bee seen because of the lights. It was balmy out that was to be sure but that was to be expected, it would cool off soon enough and become even frigid during the night. There were tourists out on the street and locals but that was normal, it wasn't late enough yet for the streets to be empty. They would be able to walk to the hotel without much hassle or delay it seemed, probably a good ten or fifteen minutes. Maybe twenty if they were leisurely about their stroll.