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Alex, she liked than name.  It fit the girl nicely, though what Alex said before about Dorian kinda disheartened her a little.  Who knows, maybe Alex was into guys and girls.

[color=6ecff6]"Nice to meet you too."[/color]  Liz said with a genuine smile before turning to choose her room.  The third door down the hall seemed a considerable pick as it was further off from the other rooms.  Liz just enjoyed her peace and quiet; she wouldn't be able to write such good music if there was so much noise everywhere.  It struck her as odd too how tranquil this place was, not like your typical roadhouse with burly bearded bikers fighting and breaking bottles, ear-hemmoragingly awful honky tonk blaring out of some old ass jukebox, and sleazy whores trying to get into your pants all the time.  No, in fact, it felt as if she were in another dimension, but one where she felt at ease with herself.

Opening the door slowly revealed to her the chosen room.  Wow, this place was pretty nice for a tavern.  The bed looked comfortable and not like a ratty piece of shit and the air even smelled clean.  [color=6ecff6]"Nice pad."[/color]  She wasted no time flopping down in the bed face first, a sigh of relief exhaled with a jovial smirk, [color=6ecff6]"Ahhh....this is so much better than sleeping on dirt."[/color]  Though she was used to sleeping on dirt, and concrete, and hay oddly enough when she was sleeping in some abandoned barn in the desert.