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Who: Seth and Tamara
When: Early Morning (in the wee AMs)
Where: Second floor
Seth had spent the night having a few quiet drinks at the bar. A few quiet drinks had turned into a steady night of imbibing that had left him fairly drunk. Given that he didn't care about the bill, he hadn't stopped and he'd kept a steady buzz for nearly six hours now. Five am had rolled around and he figured it might be a good idea to go back up to his room. With a bottle of something. Ah, wine. He'd gone from hard liquor to wine. What was the rule on that?
But what the hell. It was time to figure out who his next door neighbor was. If there was anyone. His hand came up as he passed the door and he knocked three times, then leaned against the wall and tilted the bottle he was carrying up. Knocking again, he waited, another drink gone.
"Knock knock, neighbor." He murmured. He didn't think that he was that drunk, just buzzed enough to not give a shit if security decided to escort him away or if he bothered the hell out of his neighbor. He was feeling friendly and who wouldn't want his charming smiling face on the other end of a knock? There was the strange question of why everything seemed mirrored somehow on this side, but how was he to know he was in the wrong wing? It all looked the same to him. Especially since he hadn't been down here yet.
When: Early Morning (in the wee AMs)
Where: Second floor
Seth had spent the night having a few quiet drinks at the bar. A few quiet drinks had turned into a steady night of imbibing that had left him fairly drunk. Given that he didn't care about the bill, he hadn't stopped and he'd kept a steady buzz for nearly six hours now. Five am had rolled around and he figured it might be a good idea to go back up to his room. With a bottle of something. Ah, wine. He'd gone from hard liquor to wine. What was the rule on that?
But what the hell. It was time to figure out who his next door neighbor was. If there was anyone. His hand came up as he passed the door and he knocked three times, then leaned against the wall and tilted the bottle he was carrying up. Knocking again, he waited, another drink gone.
"Knock knock, neighbor." He murmured. He didn't think that he was that drunk, just buzzed enough to not give a shit if security decided to escort him away or if he bothered the hell out of his neighbor. He was feeling friendly and who wouldn't want his charming smiling face on the other end of a knock? There was the strange question of why everything seemed mirrored somehow on this side, but how was he to know he was in the wrong wing? It all looked the same to him. Especially since he hadn't been down here yet.