[center][h1][b][i][color=87CEFA] Amber May[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/4e6386d812032b91c73953f826fbd499/tumblr_o5pd8hwN1U1rqn31vo1_250.gif[/img][/center] [b]Interacting with:[/b] Desh [@Lady Amalthea] [hr] [color=87CEFA]"'Tis a... charmin' lil' place, aye,"[/color] she answers, taking a seat next to the young man. If nothing else it was obvious the place would keep Amber on her toes. She'd only been here, what? 2? 3? 4 hours max and already she has encountered the man with the self proclaimed 'worse hangover in history' and a broken staircase. She's met and formed a bond with another scot, watch someone be forced to take a cereal bath and witnessed a fight. [color=87CEFA]"It's certainly bin eventful t' sae th' least,"[/color] [color=87CEFA]"Ye need t' res' pal. Be'ter ye res' up t'day then not 'n' are t' tired t' function t'morrow,"[/color] she points out, trying to prompt him to hold the rag to his head again, [color=87CEFA]"Hango'ers aren't fun, I know,"[/color] she chuckles, sitting back in her seat. [color=87CEFA]"Es it always s' eventful 'ere? Or es it 'n extra dose o' chaos tae-dae now I'm 'ere?"[/color] she asks