[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]Grand Continetal Hotel [/center][hr]

Haakon felt a sense of relief lower his shoulder as Josephine seemed geniuenly interested in what he had to say about his home. But what he to tell her? What about Norway was interesting now really? [Color=DF0101]"These days, it seems that the world is just the US and England, if you know what I mean. The American giant, home of jazz, democracy and industrial might. And England with her Empire that the sun never sets on."[/color] Haakon said casually to Josephine, trying to give himself time to think of something interesting. 

The coming drinks was warmly welcome, Haakon glad to have something familiar and delightful for his tounge to taste for once this whole day. Ever the water tasted different down here, but by God, Cassis de Dijon was the same all over the globe. He took a sip from his glass, placing it carefully down as he found one something interesting to talk about; Skiing. 

He didn't get to utter any meaningful sentence though, as Josephine hushed him down and gestured him to look at something. At first Haakon didn't realize he was to look at, but it became bleeding obvious to the journalist; the two men talking loudly to each other and the one thing he could understand from their conversation. 

[Color=DF0101]"Jo...isn't that one of the ladies we met at the museum? The one in company of...what's his name, Walsh? Today still has a ton more of surprises for us, it would seem."[/color] Haakon tried to look casually over at the pair of arguing men, looking back and forth from Jospehine and across the bar. The man was dirty-looking, and from his voice pretty darn angry. [Color=DF0101]"But what would he want with her? My senses tell me those two wouldn't be a perfect pair of shoes, so to speak. What do you reckon, Jo?"[/color]