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[b][u]Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel - Elevator[/b][/u]

Selan's eyes automatically squeezed shut as the blinding flashing of cameras assaulted her and her companions. The instant it started, she almost took it for flashes of lightning, which caused her breath to catch in her throat. But the repeated shouts of her name and Crimson Justice's brought her back to Ddaear fast enough that she was able to cover the poor baby's bewildered face to shield him from the lights.

[I]How do they all know our names...?[/I] Selan shuffled through her vague memories of the previous night, but was unable to come up with anything that would accompany the questions about a "performance", or a "proposal", or an "affair". She couldn't decide what to be more shocked about, the fact that she and Don had apparently become celebrities overnight, or the fact that she could evidently still put on a good enough show despite all evidence pointing to her being drunk out of her mind at the time it occurred. The latter was oddly pleasing, but she would have preferred to have been sober when she gained her sudden notoriety. The proposal clearly wasn't taking high priority for the songstress; after all, he had already done so upon their first meeting [i]weeks[/i] ago. At least Crimson Justice wasn't looking for an answer...

As the elevator doors thankfully slid closed once again, she was relieved for the brief silence, as it allowed her to process the commotion that had just taken place. Dylan and Syed at least found the situation amusing, but Lisette looked woozy, her eyes following the invisible dots in her vision brought on by the cameras.

"Syed has a point," Selan agreed, pushing her dark, wavy hair back over her shoulder with her free hand. "I'm assuming this 'performance' took place at one of the nearby clubs. Maybe even the lounge in the hotel? That might be a good start..."

"Are we even going to be able to get through the lobby though?" Lisette asked, wondering if the crowd would follow them from floor to floor.