[img]http://i.imgur.com/2uDBgEK.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/8mPMSWF.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/QLodCtj.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/SRQefYG.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/k4gahzg.png[/img] [b][u]Los Paraisos: Hell's Kitchen Restaurant[/u][/b] The night’s plans had been made and settled, to the unease of some of the Guilders, but with little other alternative left to them, it was all they had to go on. The discussion after dinner would turn towards which nightclubs were to be targeted, as well as the preparation by everyone in actually tackling it. As Josette said… ‘time to party’! But before then, there was still the matter of dinner, and Guilders couldn’t be expected to work on such a taxing duty as one that could last all night long on an empty stomach. No sooner had the appetizers and starters been devoured then the main courses came along, and what a conclave of meals it was! There was everything from steak to lasagne and risotto, gnocchi, curries, calamari and seafood pastas, pork chops and beefburgers with fries. A veritable feast, one enjoyed by all of the Pride! And even mirth and happiness sprung forth from the table once they witnessed Moira stand up to give the head chef a hug and reveal that the loud man was, actually, Moira’s brother, something that in retrospect… wasn’t really surprising. This resort seemed to be made for family reunions if Don and Josette (plus all of their many, many bros) was also something to go by. [img]http://i.imgur.com/JxfzPvT.png[/img] “What is that?” Gordon asked after letting Moira go. His finger pointed at the table. “What the fuck is that?” Everyone’s eyes followed the trail that led to the ice cream cone crowned lasagne in front of Trixie. Nobody knew what to make of it. “What… what the fuck is that? Is that a fucking ice cream cone?” All eyes looked to Trixie and Amy. How on Ddaear did that get there? Gordon turned, his eyes locked on the kitchen, his face positively livid. “Who the fuck cooked… no, wait. YOU! YOU! DONKEY FUCKER!” Gordon stormed across the restaurant, booting the door to swing open with his foot as he passed into the kitchen, kicking another bin full of trash to sail across the cooking floor. “CRISPIN YOU USELESS FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING STICKING FUCKING ICE CREAM CONES IN FUCKING MEALS?” [img]http://i.imgur.com/SPmzoTd.png[/img] “Huh?” Crispin’s bewildered eyes blinked back in confusion. “I don’t know why I fucking put up with you! YOU’RE OUT! FUCK OFF!” “Ah, nuts...” [img]http://i.imgur.com/aiPoQUm.png[/img] “Don’t worry, bros, he’ll be back tomorrow,” Cid explained as he returned to the table with another tray of drinks, sliding each of them to each diner with his trademark skill and precision. Whether it be wine, soda or just plain water, each member was well acquainted for in their beverage. “The Head Chef does this all the time, but Crispin will be back tomorrow. So will the other chefs.” “To us!!” Don screeched, thrusting his glass high above the table, encouraging a toast from everyone. “To… to friends! And family! And to us rescuing all those missing women tonight!” “And to clubbing!” Josette’s glass clinked afterwards. Many of the others raised their glasses in cheerful unison, first by Lucien, Trixie and Aria, and then, slowly the others. The mood at first felt uneasy, but laughter soon picked up, and joy was had by all around the table… even Thunderhawk, loathe as he might be to admit it. Don was right. They were going to find those women tonight… and they were going to rescue them. No matter what. [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/gDLXCOh.png[/img][/center] [i]What… what had happened?[/i] [b][center][url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCD14IrOcIs]Where is my mind?[/url][/center][/b] He awoke to pain. Blinding, blinding pain, scorching his entire body, enveloping his head and face. Breathing… even blinking felt like sheer agony. His body was heavy… and pain. Nonstop. Pain. But even then, he had to get up. His hands pushed his unsteady body up, slowly but surely, stumbling briefly and almost falling over until his hands gripped the cool metal of a balcony railing. He was able to use it to stand himself up, and then, after a moment of acclimatising, felt right enough to walk. But even then… even then his head hurt. He turned, stumbling through the open door, its drapes billowing outside through it towards him, and stepping forwards inside. Entering the room, his feet narrowly missed shards of scattered sharp glass littering the floor. If he was in his right state of mind he would be able to stop and properly take in the scene before him. He would notice that the room, one of the Pellagio’s lush, ritzy hotel rooms, was torn to tatters as if a hurricane had swept through. Furniture was upturned and ripped to shreds, coffee tables and mirrors both destroyed in half and smashed entirely. If he was in his right state of mind, he would have noticed all of this, including the squawking creature that scurried underfoot to hide in another room. If he was in the right state of mind, he would have noticed that most importantly of all, this was not his room. But he wasn’t. Instead, he pushed forwards, groggily walking and groaning like a dishevelled living corpse and through an open door to the bathroom, making a beeline straight to the sink. He turned the tap, and cool water came rushing forth. Toothpaste was squeezed out of a tube, missing the brush and landing in a plop on the floor, the man beginning to brush his cheek. He splashed cold water onto his face, which helped to awaken his senses and dull the sharp pain coursing through his head, although it was not enough to dim it completely. He grabbed the bottle of mouthwash and downed a third of it, loudly gargling, as his other hand reached down the back of his boxers (he was sans trousers or top) and absentmindedly began to scratch. He spat the rinse out into the bath, and stumbled on his feet again, his body swaying from side to side, back and forth. [i]What… what had happened?[/i] He closed the cabinet door above the sink, looking to see his reflection in the mirror and work out just how bad he must have looked. The results shook him to his full senses. Don’s scream could be heard echoing throughout the whole hotel. [img]http://i.imgur.com/QLodCtj.png[/img] [u][b]Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel: Room ???[/b][/u] [center][img]http://i.imgur.com/rUMurGh.png[/img][/center] [b][center][url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U631FGnXDXY]Ain't no rest for the Wicked[/url][/center][/b]