[hr][center][h1][color=fff79a]Claire[/color], [color=82ca9d]Murphy[/color] & [color=f26522]Desh[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Hotel Shikha
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@Charnobylisk] [@POOHEAD189]
[b]Time/Date:[/b] Evening/August 1st, 2016
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	The Brother Sister team very much enjoyed Cass's next performance and were both grinning from ear to ear as she slauntered and sauntered about. The woman knew how to handle herself to which she got a standing ovation from the both of them to her, with many a hoots and a hollers. Desh still standing there like a idiot that was about to pop under the collar. the man was downing drinks way too quickly and had a shit eating grin on his face as he wobbly leaned against the bar.

	Murphy stepped over to Desh and threw his arm over his shoulder, helping him back over to the booth and tossing him like a rag doll into it, the man just flopping down in the seat and leaning back; the room was spinning. [color=82ca9d]"Thanks man,"[/color] Murphy said to Alc as he sat down and ordered up some food and another round of drinks for the group. 

	Claire was giggling as she flopped down into Alc's lap and looked over to Desh, who was taking up the majority of the booth, except for the corner oddly enough. His head against one side, this feet on the other but his butt kind of hanging off the curve leaving an open space in the center. [color=fff79a]"Sorry Mate, not sitting there, and I ain't sitting in me brothers lap,"[/color] she laughed to which Murphy shrugged and looked over to Cass, patting his knee. 

	[color=82ca9d]"So gonna join me Lass?"[/color] he asked with a coy little smile playing on his lips with a mischievous sparkle in his Irish eyes. Claire perked a brow, her brother was a flirt but it was never anything serious but this time was different. It was the first time he had offered a knee to any woman since his wife had passed away all those years ago. Shaking her head she looked over to Alc and offered him a drink as the waitress brought it over. 

	[color=fff79a]"So, you gonna do a song? Or you more of a watcher?"[/color] she asked. Desh trying to sit up, wanting to sing, only to collapse back into the booth and closing his eyes. Someone else would have to drive them home tonight it seemed.