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

After the elevator door cracked open again it wasn't long before clothes-swapped Thunderhawk and Aria whirred by, along with a clowny Xandra and a relatively normal-looking Marcus as well. Wonderful, so basically everyone went through absolute shit. Then Dylan just [i]casually[/i] blurted out asking if anyone else had had sex too, but any further awkwardness that might have ensued from that cut off short from a disaster much worse than an earthquake or a flood.

The paparazzi was by far one of the worst ways to die.

Amy ran a palm over her face, listening as the stampede and snapshots grew louder by the second. She could just lean back. She could just lean back and stay in the elevator, go back to the room, and just stay there. Because fuck facing reality. But even anyone with a hangover would know that would lead to a split party splitting even further. So Amy let out a disgruntled sigh and bolted after the others passed Moira and Syed, hanging nearby the walls for balance. The cleric could feel herself already wearing out; hangovers were the worst, and as someone who has zero athleticism anywhere in her body, that bloody exit better be nearby.

"Gods." That was the only thing Amy could muster to say after everything she had just witnessed. From waking up next to [i]Syed[/i] completely clothesless, to listening to everyone else pouring into their room, to Selan's baby and sudden popularity, to Don being Don, to whatever had happened to the four that blurred by. That was it. Gods.

Gods help them.

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[b][u]Los Paraisos: The Bucking Broncos[/u][/b]

"Ahhh so good. So so good."

Trixie calmly set down her fork once again, laying it flat beside her emptied plate. She dotted her perked lips with one of those fancy dinner napkins [s]that she totally did not steal from Hell's Kitchen[/i]. Suddenly she froze still as a statue, her eyes still closed and her napkin held against her face.

Freddie scratched the back of his head, eying the prankster with curiosity. This wasn't an allergic reaction or something, was it? It was like someone had hit the pause button on her. At least until she finally dropped her napkin to the floor and stared back at the male stripper. 

"Super-senses tingling."

A spark of determination lit in her eyes as her lips creeped into a smile. "Mister Freddie, I need to go outside right now. Where's the outside from here? And do you have a cape I could borrow?"