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[b]Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel - Moira and Syed's room[/b]
Syed didn't say anything else as Amy left. Neither did Moira's throwing up and following exclamation really register for him. He was so overwhelmed by pretty much everything that he just felt numb.

Instead, he reached down and grabbed the nearest pair of trousers he could find (luckily, his build made it fairly evident which were his) and stumbled and fell into a wall as he tried to pull them on. As much as he felt he needed a shower, right now he just wanted to cover himself up a bit. Feel less exposed. Then, still without a word, he rubbed at his face again with a sniff and began rooting through the draws in the bedside cabinets and tables.

Meanwhile Moira groaned, pressing a hand against her forehead in an attempt to sooth her banging head.

[i]"I don't feel so good..."[/i]

"You and me both, kid," Moira grumbled, "I feel like death.". After a couple of seconds however she seemed to suddenly have an ephiphany. "Eyyyyyy, you don't normally drink, right? Congrats!" She suddenly grinned and slapped the poor girl on the back. Probably not the best move. "Must have been a good night, [i]I[/i] don't remember a thing!"

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!

Oh what the fuck?!


[i]“Guys are you in there? It’s Dylan and Lucy!”[/i]

"UUUUUUUURGH!" Moira groaned. Every time they banged on the door, it felt like her brain was trying to excecute a backwards triple spin pike dive out of her skull.

"Don't answer it."

She turned to see her partner. Fucking hell he looked like an absolute [i]state[/i]. Waking up not remembering the night before wasn't [i]that[/i] bad. Nothing to start bawling your eyes out at, that was for sure. "Why not?"

He opened his mouth, his eyes darting from Moira to Lisette (with some alarm at the sight of the archer) then back again. Whatever he was going to say, he didn't seem able to vocalise it. Instead he seemed to get himself upset again, shrinking back a little before quickly turning back to the chest of drawers he was sifting through. His knuckles paled as he clenched at the handle.

Moira was just confused. She fished around in her bra, pulling out a key which was big enough that it must have been bloody uncomfortable sleeping with it. No wonder she instantly knew where it was. "It'll stop them trying to fuckin' break the door down."

She didn't even care that she was still only in her undies.