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[img]http://i40.tinypic.com/iz3l21.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Best Exotic Hotel: Courtyard
[b]Interacting With:[/b] Murphy, Alcander, Desh, Claire
[b]Date:[/b] Late Afternoon/August 1st, 2016[hr][b]Interaction Tags:[/b] [@Lady Amalthea] [@POOHEAD189][/center][hr]
Well being called a beauty by Murphy certainly wasn’t a bad way to start the evening, Cass gave Murphy a bright smile and Alcander a quick wink as she was introduced. Her right hand rested on her hip while her left arm was linked into Claire’s. She gave Claire a light nudge and a raise of an eyebrow when they laid eyes on Alcander. As if to say, not too shabby eh?

Jumping slightly in surprise at the scream, Cass looked around to find the source but couldn’t see anything until Murphy explained the situation and darted off. She looked to Claire and made a face of confusion. [color=88cdcb]“That’s a hell o’ a scream, you’d think she was bein’ murdered rather than dealin’ with a bug. Damn girl.”[/color] Laughing lightly, Cass turned her attention when a rather cute little local came wandering over to them.

On learning that this was the owner of the shit heap they were currently staying in, Cass let go of Claire’s arm and placed both her hands on her hips as Alcander introduced them to this Desh. Grinning at Alcander’s way of introduction, Cass turned her full attention to Desh. She walked up to him with the grin still on her face. [color=88cdcb]“So ye’re the manager, eh?”[/color] 

As soon as she was close enough her face fell into an angry scowl before she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled his face down to her level. [color=88cdcb]“Listen bub, we need workin’ pipes and showers or else we ain’t paying a single penny for our room, ye hear me? We can live without ‘eh windows but we fuckin’ demand clean, runnin’ water. Get it sorted sharpish or ye’ll be dealin’ with more than just Murphy and stray goats in yer hotel.”[/color] Her voice was calm, soft even, but held a tone of authority as she spoke to Desh. [color=88cdcb]“Do we ‘ave an understandin’, Mr Proprietor?”[/color] 

A small, simple smile lit up her face when she was finished speaking to Desh and she let go of the front of his shirt, satisfied with her introduction to the owner of this dung heap. She smoothed his shirt down and gave him a light little tap with her hand on his right cheek, her soft skin practically caressing it. She walked back to Claire and gave a broad grin to Desh as she stood beside her partner in crime. [color=88cdcb]“Lovely t’meet ye by the by. Lookin’ forward to seein’ Jaipur’s nightlife.”[/color]
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