Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel - Hallway
"Do you remember anyone's room number?"
Dylan blinked. “Yes,” he said after a moments thought. Gods, did his head hurt. “If this was my room,” he ducked his head back in to study it, “which is was, then I know that Moira and Syed’s room wasn’t far from here. Just gimmie a moment. Did you pick up your cards by the way?”
He staggered back into the room, searching through the mess until he found his slate and case of chalk. “There you are!” he said as he placed a quick kiss to the slate. “I was worried I’d lost you.” He normally carried them in his jacket, but even drunk him didn’t loose this. Without his jacket he’d have to carry it in his hands, and he didn’t know how well he could draw in this condition, but he felt a lot better having it with him. “Alright, let’s go.”
He led Lucien down the hall, his glazed eyes scanning the room numbers until they arrived at the door. “This, this is it!” He pounded on the door, smashing his fist against him. The wiser part of his brain warned him that if he and Lucy were bad there was a good chance that the others were messed up as well, but he didn’t really care. He just hoped that one of them remembered seeing him and Lucy off.
“Guys are you in there? It’s Dylan and Lucy!”
