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[b]Los Pasaisos: Pellagio Hotel - Moira and Syed's room[/b]
She missed the keyhole a couple of times in her fuzzy-minded state, but Moira managed it in the end. Thankfully once she turned the key that awful banging against the door stopped. She gave herself a second to rest her poor, hurting forehead against the door. Okay? Okay.

With that, she wrenched the door open that fast that it sent air buffetting back into the room.

Yep, it was Lucien and Dylan, although the former went beetroot and quickly hid behind the latter.

She put her hands on her hips, staring coldly at the two men stood before her in all her bare, hungover glory. Her pale, somewhat sunburnt skin was covered in scars both old and new, a very visible reminder of her many years working for the Guild. She had one hell of a bed-head, although that was most likely due to sleeping in the same bed as Mr Static over there. Damn, she needed to put her heels on. She felt tiny here.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS IT?!" she roared, fixing the both of them with her piercing gaze. There had better be a fucking fire else she'd be pissed! Her shouting made her own head feel like someone was constantly doing drumming practice with a sledgehammer on her skull, but she was never the sort to take that into account. "Argh, fuck! Shouldn't have done that... aaaaaand you two look like shit. Ha! 'Bout time!"

Welp, anger forgotten.

Syed meanwhile positioned himself just behind the door so he was out of sight. He was in no real state to be seeing anyone right now, although he knew he didn't really have much choice in the matter here. The least he could do was at least give the appearance of not being an absolute wreck, for the others' sakes. Especially for Lisette, who looked such a mess that he could only guess they must have roped her along at some point. Hooo boy, that mustn't have been pleasant for her. Especially if she was there... He rubbed his face one more time, partly to make sure and partly to try and clear his head. Damnit. He needed a shave.

"You ok?" he whispered to the archer, still not all that willing to bring attention to himself. He glanced over to the bathroom once more, hugging himself again without realising what he was doing.

"Actually..." Moira thought aloud, frowning a little. She readjusted her bra in the process, without a care in the world. "Either of you know what the time is?"