[center][h1][b][i][color=87CEFA] Amber May[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[b]Location[/b]: Airport-Streets-Check-in
[b]Interacting with:[/b] [@Lady Amalthea]
[b]Time/date:[/b] Late Morning, 2nd August 2016.
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Amber rolled her shoulders and stretched her neck as she awaited standed in the long customs line. The 10 hour flight from Scotland to India seemed to be take its toll on her cramped body as the long line seemed to shuffle forward slower than a snail. Of course, coming through customs did nothing but proved her innocent of illicit items and Amber was glad to erupt into the sunlight of the Indian town. The sweet smell of spices alongside the scent of pollution seemed to float in the air, tickling her nose. Much different from the air of Scotland. Almost instantly after she left the airport's premises she was flanked by taxi drivers left, right and centre. She turned each down with a sweet smile as she made her way to the bus stop and took a bus into Jaiper before opting to walk, a large backpack on her back and a suitcase at her trail. None seemed enough to hold one's life possessions. Amber left most of her stuff in storage or gave it away, choosing to just invest in things she needed such as clothes if she felt she needed to. That was when it came into her sights; The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.

Of course, in her disorganized and spontaneous ways, she hadn't booked a room but planned to just walk into the reception and hope they had room for her. She walked into the hotel's premises to be greeted by a large courtyard, it was obviously rather old and not in top condition but breathtaking to the young woman all the same. It wasn't long before she spotted the reception and walked in its direction. Unfortunately she wasn't walking lined up to successfully walk into the reception and a small part of the left side of her body ran into the wall separating the reception from the outside.

[color=87CEFA]"Ow,"[/color] she mutters to herself more out of reflex than actually pain, sidestepping to this time avoid the door and walked toward the man and the reception desk. [color=87CEFA]"Hello!"[/color] she greets him cheerily, much more than you'd expect one who just ran into a wall to

Desh had barely looked up from his place at the reception desk as he heard the newest arrival, well arrive. His hang over was beating his brains in right then and he wondered how in the world Murphy and his sister were able to drink the way they did. The man that had been there tried to help but Desh couldn't even manage to ring the kitchen to get the supposed hangover cure delivered to him. 

Looking up he swallowed the lump of whatever was threatening to come up back down and forced a smile. As he spoke he sounded like a dog trying not to dry heave. [color=f26522]"Welcome... to my most... ugh. Screw it. Welcome to my hotel,"[/color] he managed to get out before having to swallow back the threatening tide of alabaster chum as he shoved over the registration book to her and handing her a pen. 

Amber's brow furrowed slightly, not the welcome she was expecting yet she was rather glad he didn't bring up the recent wall incident, not that such a feat was embarrassing anymore. After being as clumsy as she was for so long her clumsiness using failed to embarrass her. She lightly tugged the pen out of the man's hand asking, [color=87CEFA]"Are ye alrigh'?"[/color] She drawls in her usual scottish accent, not taking to much notice to how bad her words were becoming already, [color=87CEFA]"Ye don' look t' well,"[/color]

Desh looked up slowly and swallowed once again, nodding slightly before shaking his head. [color=f26522]"Just the most violent hang over in the history of India,"[/color] he said still trying to choke down the bile. Resting his cheek in the palm of his hand he looked like he was either going to pass out at any moment or hurl, his stomach and head hadn't decided yet. 

[color=87CEFA]"Must 'ave had a big night last night, Aye?"[/color] she asks, signing and filling in the relevant forms in front of her. Amber knew that feeling, she didn't drink often but when she did she drunk heavily, hence why she doesn't often. She remained silent for a short amount of time before handing Desh the pen and sliding the papers over to him. [color=87CEFA]"Well about 'alf an hour in India an' I can already claim t' see the guy with the worst hango'er, what a day, Aye? You should probably spend the res' o' your day in bed, that's wha' I do,"[/color]

[color=f26522]"Never try to out drink one bred for drinking. And especially, have the senses of the four legged beasts of burden to not try to out do a pair of them. That is the last time I try to out imbibe Irish Siblings,"[/color] he said before darting off with a waste basket in hand and ducking behind the back wall. The sound of dry heaving could be heard clearly, like a dog gagging on a bone. After a minute he came back out, the trash can left behind the wall as he stumbled to his seat and hiccuped as he looked over the papers. Reaching back he grabbed a key and slid it over to her. He was trying to hand it but he failed. [color=f26522]"Second floor, third door on the right,"[/color] he managed to get out before he passed out on the front desk counter and started drooling. 

Amber couldn’t help but chuckle slightly at the Indian’s lame attempt to pass the key. She was just about to lift them from his spot off the table when Desh passed out. The young woman watched the man carefully as drool trailed from his mouth, she lightly prods him in the head with her forefinger to no avail and gives a sigh. Better leave him be. She lifts the keys from the counter and raises them slightly. [color=87CEFA]”Well, thanks,”[/color] she says to the passed out man awkwardly. 


Amber wheels her suitcase to the stairs, looking up at the descend ahead of her. It already looked less-than-safe, oh well, it will suffice. She was liking the laid-back atmosphere that already lingered in the air. She lifts the case and starts to slowly carry it up the steps. About halfway up she pushes her foot down to hit the step to do not that but stumble with a yelp. She stops abruptly and lifts her foot from the nothingness that replaced the steps. [color=87CEFA]”Missing steps,”[/color] she muses to herself before adding a sarcastic [color=87CEFA]”Beautiful”[/color]

Somehow Amber was able to make her way to the top. Unfortunately her luck didn’t last and she tripped on a piece of railing blocking the top step and fell onto the level