[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 held out his hand and nodded it a few times in place of trying to do that with his head, he felt that if he moved his head at all his brain might actually come out at this point it was swimming and knocking around so horribly while he tried to do anything. [color=f26522]"I think you are most assuredly correct my dear new guest,"[/color] he groaned as he rubbed his temples. That was the last time he tried to out drink Claire and Murphy, hell he knew better than to try to out drink Murphy alone he should have figured that his sister would be able to hold just as much as her older brother. 

	Listening to what she had to say he couldn't figure out half of it. He understood English, well England English. Her accept was ten times as thick as Murphy's. Or maybe it was just the hangover. Either way he sat there looking at her, trying to replay the words his mind over and over again until he was able to get the gist of what she was saying and smiling at her a bit. 

	[color=f26522]"Oh this wondrous hotel was always my dream but it was passed down to me when my beloved father passed away. He is now scattered as ash along the river. Getting the peace my mother never allowed him in life,"[/color] he said, chuckling a bit and then holding his head again. [color=f26522]"Oh horrible idea, I must not inject humor right now,"[/color] he groaned before looking back over to her. [color=f26522]"I want this hotel to be the dream that never came true for my father. I cannot fail."[/color]