[img]http://i.imgur.com/wRUDeH2.png[/img] [b][u]Los Paraisos: The Bucking Bronco[/u][/b] Freddie’s finely trimmed eyebrows raised to incredulous heights as he watched the little prankster prance about the stage before turning a horrifying shade of green and vomit all over the table he had just cleaned. The little girl definitely seemed to be out of her mind and in trouble, separated from her friends and very much showing the symptoms of an incredible hangover. But how could that be? Even with Los Paraisos being what it was, this young girl was, well, young, and so as a minor shouldn’t have been served any drinks. Irresponsible guardians? “Woah, woah, woah, one question at a time, little miss.” Freddie replied, bending his knees and squatting to bring himself down to her eye level, hopefully making the confused teen feel a little less scared. Not that she seemed to display any fear. Just an incredible hangover. “Amy? Supersis, Superbro, Boss, Miss Pretty and Lucy? I don’t really recognise any of those… ‘names’… but I know we did have a couple of customers in here last night called Amy and Lucy. One was a very pretty blonde woman with some friends who was knocking back more drinks then I had ever seen before and was throwing gald all over the stage, begging the dancers to ‘take it all off’ and ‘shake it about.’ The other was a strange looking man who wouldn’t stop smiling and clapping and telling the most ridiculous jokes… he was pretty good looking, though.” “As for where they are, I wouldn’t know. Everyone in that group left about… 7 or 8 hours ago. Do you know where in Los Paraisos you’re staying? At a hotel, or villa? We can try phoning them up and seeing if we can find them that way.” Freddie nodded sagely. “Anyway, let’s see if we can’t do anything to help start to cure that awful hangover you’ve got, too. Grab a seat, and don’t stand up too much, you’ll just make yourself dizzy and sick again. They say eggs and fruit juices are good for them! I cook up a mean omelette. Would you like one?” --- [img]http://i.imgur.com/CpfbCG4.png[/img] [b][u]Los Paraisos: Pellagio Casino: Stairway to Penthouse Floor[/u][/b] Up and up he raced, drawing closer and closer to the origin of the piercing scream, the footsteps and cooing of Selan and their baby following his trail. He kept facing forward, ascending two steps at a time, as quickly as he could. That sound… that was the sound of someone in danger!! [i]"Why don't I remember anything about last night!?" “Oh not you too! We don’t remember anything either! Please tell me you remember something! All I know is that Lucy and I woke up in --- well suffice it to say we don’t remember how or what...fuck.”[/i] [b]“FREEZE, EVILDOERS!!”[/b] An alarming voice sounded off from down the corridor, frightening the hell out of Dylan, Lucien and Lisette, who – standing in the corridor, were the ones most easily able to see [i]him[/i]. The enforcer of truth, justice and freedom! Posing in the center of the corridor, legs spread apart securely, the crimson ranger stood with his Crimson Blaster lifted and trained on all three of the suspicious (and to him, unrecognisable) individuals. All three of them looked dangerous and out of their minds, as if they had injected or taken some mind altering substance, and were now preparing to plague the poor occupants of that hotel room! Why, they might have been the same culprits who desecrated the room in which he and Selan had woken up in! “NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU MOVE! YOU’RE ALL UNDER ARREST! SO SWEARS… [b]CRIMSON JUSTICE!![/b]”