[hr][center][h1][color=f26522]Desh[/color][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/x0xhJ5BZdm1A4/giphy.gif[/img]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Best Exotic: Dining Hall
[b]Interacting With:[/b] One hell of a hangover & [@SouffleGirl123]
[b]Time/Date:[/b] Morning/August 2nd, 2016
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	Desh sat there with a bag of ice against the back of his neck and a warm rag on the front. The staff had tried to bring him food but when he started gagging like a dog choking up a bone they quickly removed it. Leaning back in his seat he wondered what was going on with his hotel but he didn't have it in him to even get up to check it out. He just hoped that more damage wasn't being done to the building. He heard the crash of a flower pot but other than that all he could hear was the screaming. Maybe he would check when he felt like, you know, standing up. 

	Grunting under his bile scented breath as he adjusted in his seat he wondered if he could get an investor or two to help with the cost of the renovations; to speed things up. He couldn't keep his thoughts on that though, he was too busy trying to talk his stomach and liver out of quitting on him and evacuating his body the same way everything he had eaten since childhood had that morning. 

	Looking over at Amber as she came towards him, he tried to force a smile. She was a paying customer, he had to make sure that she was taken care of. Granted even if she wasn't paying he would have, that was just how he was. Sitting up a bit more straight, he wobbled a bit before dropping the rag on his head and stabled himself with the table. 

	[color=f26522]"Oh yes, very well. Very well indeed. I am as right as rain that kisses the long dry sands of the desert. Very well, very well indeed. And you my fine young guest. How are you enjoying the Best Exotic Hotel? Beyond anything you dreamed isn't it?"[/color] he said before stifling a belch. 

[hr][center][h1][color=fff79a]Claire McManus[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Outside Tapri
[b]Interacting With:[/b] [@Pundii]
[b]Time/Date:[/b] Morning/August 2nd, 2016
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	Claire yelped as Joel came for her and darted off through the crowd. Turning around on her heels to see where he was as she ran into too big a crowd to get around she felt his arms wrap around her and heft her up into the air. Her abs bending until she was over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Laughing she smacked his back a few times. [color=fff79a]"Put me the fuck down you twat,"[/color] she yelled, trying not to laugh but she couldn't help it. 

	Bending back she straightened herself up and placed her hands on his shoulders as she looked down at him. [color=fff79a]"Actually, fuck that. Keep carrying me. I can see everything,"[/color] she exclaimed as she took in her vantage point and looked around over the top of the crowds. Being short had its advantages and disadvantages. One such disadvantage was having to push through a crowd or crawl under it to get through it but now she could see over the heads of those much taller than her. Her head whipping left and right as she used his bald head to steady herself. 

	[color=fff79a]"Hey, Joel,"[/color] she said tapping him on top of his head and pointing down the street some. [color=fff79a]"See a little store, you need smokes?"[/color] she asked as she leaned back a little more, resting her hands on his shoulders as her fingers curled against them and grinning. She wasn't a smoker but she knew Joel did and it didn't bother her. Her brother Murphy smoked like a damn chimney, as far as she was concerned the rate as which Joel inhaled a cigarette was a turtles pace compared to Murphy.