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[b]Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel - Lift[/b]
Needless to say, neither Moira nor Syed were particularly enthused with the idea of being swarmed by paparazzi. Syed flattened himself against one of the sides of the elevator in panic (having thankfully gotten himself a shirt when Moira got her clothes), electricity buzzing from his temples. Moira in contrast brought her fist back, ready to give one of them a kiss with a fist. Fuck off out of her personal space!

The Crazy Crusader or whatever the fuck his name was closed the doors first. Well shit. Now she was all wound up and had nothing to take it out on. "URGH!"

[i]“Is she...hahaha...having an affair on Big Bro, hahaha, with Big BRO! Hahahahaha! Oh Don, you dog you!”[/i]

"Heh... heheh," Syed about managed, smiling weakly despite himself.

Moira on the other hand raised an eyebrow. "What?! You still drunk? This guy ain't Don, look at the shitty helmet! There ain't no room for his hair in there. [i]And[/i] that lot knew who he was."

If anyone were to glance towards Syed after that, they would see him slowly shaking his head. Don't bother trying to reason with her. Just don't. "Well, congratulations on the knockout preformance," he smiled, this time a lot more forced. "Wish I'd have been there to see it. And sober to remember it." His eyes then unfocused as he became lost in thought.

"Yeah that's bloody typical of you, that is," Moira said dismissively, although it was pretty clear what was really bothering her. "But how we supposed to get food now?! And sort this baby out?! I suppose we can punch them all out of the way. Just say the word and I'll do it."

"You know... they'll know some of what happened. Like where this preformance was, stuff like that," Syed said slowly.

"Good luck trying to get a word out of them, they're the press."

"Well, maybe not them. But it'll be a good idea to ask [i]someone[/i]. Retrace our footsteps. Might give a clue where this baby came from, right?" He squirmed a little, shoving his hands into his pockets - where he had neatly folded up and stored the marriage certificate. Really, he wanted to burn the damned thing, curl up in a hole and never come out, but considering the information it had on it... "I wouldn't mind finding out where the church we... where something else is either, if we get the chance."

Moira snorted. The baby came from a concert or something?! She doubted it.