[h1][b][i][color=3333FF][center]Alcander Mires[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=3333FF]Location:[/color] Hotel
[color=3333FF]Interacting with:[/color] Claire/Desh[@Lady Amalthea] Joel[@Pundii], Amber [@SouffleGirl123]
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Upon hearing Joel hadn't met Murphy met, Alcander let out a breath through pursed lips and glanced sideways simultaneously. "[sub][color=3333FF]Oh shit[/color][/sub]." he said softly. He didn't quite know how to express his thoughts on the topic other than that eloquent display of surprise. This was more serious than he thought. He nodded and gave an accepting smile as they decided to head back, and he walked beside them to make sure they were going the right way. It seemed Claire had a good sense of direction though. 

He let out a whistle as they stepped into the courtyard. Looks like Hurricane Murphy and some other variable decided to get into it while they were away. He shouldn't have expected much differently, but the day was still young. [i]At least save some fight for the night time, dude[/i]. He shook his head and followed them into the hotel proper.

Slipping into the dining room, he let out the smallest of smiles as Claire effortlessly got off Joel without it seeming awkward. His eyes then fell upon Desh who was clearly still a bit Hungover, and a new girl. He heard her accent, and he half expected her to be the niece of one of the girls. [i]Is this a british invasion?[/i] Briefly he smiled a bit at the inner joke his mind would make on India having been under British rule in the past, but it'd be lame to make a "they came back to finish the job" joke. 

It seemed she wasn't Claire's family member though, considering her words. "[color=3333FF]Hi.[/color]" he told her, giving her a casual wave and amiable smile, his eyes now switching to Desh. "[color=3333FF]You feeling better bud, or you still feeling like shit?[/color]" Alc raised his brows in a question, wanting to know Desh wasn't killing himself over a bad night.