The Bellagio

The server, Gabe Alverez, could only stare. "Uhh n no thank you sir. Have a good night." He said leaving the cart for him as he backed away quickly.

Halayin sullenly pulled the coffee cart into the room. He had hoped for a least a startled guffaw from the server...Prude. "coffee's here."

"Oh good. I'll see if I can get her up." She made her way into the room, nudging the woman. "Hey sweetie, coffee's here."

She lay on the bed snoring softly, drooling as she did into the comforter. Obviously not going to be easy to rouse back into consciousness.

Almyra sighed and shook her a little harder. "Come on, wake up..."

Daniel shook his head, sat down at the table and started to write something on the back of his business cards. 'For investment advice or a good time, call me, day or night. Couples welcome.'

The woman would shift and stir, obviously reluctant to waking up, groaning in pain as she began too wake. "Watsh... going... on"

"Coffee. Come on, sit up..." She went to get the coffee, glancing at Halayin as she did so. "Get decent."

"Get what?" He looked down, Oh clothes ya." Halayin got dressed and sat back at the table with a cup of coffee.

Groggily she would squirm and shift untill she was trying to prop herself up and sip the strong coffee. Her eyes blinking still drunkenly.

She sat next to the woman, laying a hand on her shoulder. "How are you doing?"

Whosh you?" She might be getting slightly more sober, but unfortunately for Almyra, this meant that she still didn't recall what had been happening in her grief and most severe drunken states.

Almyra sighed. "I'm Myra, remember? I helped you back up here."

Noo..." she groaned, her eyes starting to focus more, as she took another drink of coffee. Glancing to the dressing man and back to Almyra. She was beginning to sober up but her metabolism still working off that alcohol.

Daniel noticed her glance, "no worrys dear. Just a prank on the room service guy, nothing to do with you." He smiled winningly.

She blinked confusedly and drank more coffee obviously trying to figure out who these people were and why they were in her room.

"You nearly passed out, and were muttering something about money being gone... I asked my friend to come with me here to see if there was something we could do to help."

"My.. money? Ohh god! He took it! Him and that skank!" She cried, her tears welling up in a nauseating show of emotions. Though anger was in there too, and a sign of vindictiveness. Someone had definitely wronged her, and in collaboration. The girl taking another deep drink and then sputtering as if she'd forgotten the coffee was still near blistering hot.

Almyra winced a little, mostly at the coffee. Great... Now she's at it again. At least she's less drunk. "Who took it, dear?" There was a shift in her eyes as she locked onto the woman. "Please, let us help free you from your burden."

He said his name was Jeremy." She said coughing through the burning sensations of the coffee.

She placed a hand on the woman's shoulder, trying to read her once more. "Alright, dear. From the beginning, what happened?"

(Resonance roll:

Almyra carried out 3 launched of one d666 :

6 , 2 , 2

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Jeremy. I thought he like me. But he, stole my purse... it had my credit cards.. they spent it all." She cried again.

"Okay, first, you need to call the card companies, if you haven't. Then," she wrapped an arm around the woman, "we can help you get what you need to recover."

"no I can't do that. They'll tell!" She said her panic rising again. Of course she also sounded like a five year old, and failed to say who they would tell what.

Ah hah! Now they were getting somewhere! "Now now, who will tell to what?"