Powerful Princesses (One on One)(Private) 2/2

[Peppermint_Candykane]

This is a private role play between xX Araleid Xx and Peppermint_Candykane. Feel free to read along, no stealing, thank you!

[Peppermint_Candykane]

The
Troublesome, Charismatic, Wicked
Law-Breaker

Colour Me #6E8B3D & #8B6969

Whilst I Use Convinco & Sound Manipulation

(aka:: Lorelei "Laurel" Hylda Heidrich)

The
Athletic, Sincere, Determined
Good-Cop

Colour Me #008B00 & #8B795E

Whilst I Use Elemental Mimic & Temperature Manipulation

(aka:: Dean Jay Harris)

The
Calculating, Cunning, Devilish
Future-Husband

Colour Me #333333 & #CDC673

Whilst I Use Sensior & Lumin

(aka:: Dorian Aurel Dulca)

The
Introverted, Anti-Social, Loving
Panic Attack-Princess

Colour Me #EE1289 & Dark Khaki

Whilst I Use Sixth-Sense & Phasing

(aka:: Alessia Alba Gaspari)

[xX Araleid Xx]

The
Sweet, Naive, Empathetic
Innocent Princess

Colour Me #0574FF & #FF478C

Whilst I Use healing & force field

(aka:: Alessandra {Alessa} Lena Gaspari )

The
Sly, Charming, Wild
Bad Boy

Colour Me #093731 & 77080E

Whilst I Use invisibility & shapeshifting

(aka:: Christian Sabastien Martel)

The
Stubborn, Distant, Guarded
Elementalist

Colour Me gold & dark green

Whilst I Use elemental manipulation & underwater breathing

(aka:: Iris Daniela Heidrich)

The
Kindhearted, Understanding, Just
Lawyer

Colour Me #01754F & #D5710E

Whilst I Use telepathy & telekinesis

(aka:: Adam Chase Lathim)

[Peppermint_Candykane]

Pairings

Alessandra and Dorian
Christian and Alessia
Iris and Dean
Adam and Lorelei

Arranged Marriages

Alessandra and Dorian
Christian and Lorelei

[Peppermint_Candykane]

Alessia was surprised to be awoken that morning by a knock at her door. No, not the door of her house, but the door of her room. Yeah, typically people knocked to get into her room because she was a princess. There were guards outside to prevent people from knocking on the actual door to the house, but that made no difference to her. They had servants who answered the door if someone were permitted to knock. No, today the knock on her bedroom door was not some stranger. It was a maid, whose meek voice called through the door and called out to the young princess. Sitting up, she stretched before throwing back the sheets (it was warm enough to not need the large comforter that was folded at the foot of the bed), placed her robe around her shoulders and went to the door. The girl wouldn't look directly at her, she was new and extremely shy. She spoke in their native tongue, Italian, and informed her that there was an urgent message from the television. The princess couldn't help but laugh. This girl had come from a poor home and didn't understand all the technology that her parents had lavished on them. They would be connected to their parents, who were currently somewhere in South America, via the television and a live stream. Alessia excused the girl and headed downstairs. The house the lived in was much like any Italian castle you would imagine. With large windows and big open spaces, it usually felt too empty to her, but it was home. When she finally did reach the bottom of the staircase, she saw that her sister had already been called down. Before joining her sister in the large room that held their overly huge television, she went to the kitchen to get a bagel and a cup of coffee. Once both were acquired, she sat on the couch next to her sister. They waited silently for a couple of minutes before the call actually came through. Using the television remote, they accepted the call and her parents smiling faces were enlarged tenfold on the screen. She smiled back but the greetings were rather quick. Instead of speaking in english, the way their parents did most times, they spoke in hurried Italian, addressing Alessandra. Her mother burst into tears and their father gave a hearty laugh before saying how much he loved them both and hoped them a safe flight to Miami Florida, America. Then the connection broke and the girl turned quietly to her sister, unsure of how she would react. "I'm so sorry." She said in a hushed tone. Her parents had informed them of why they were needed in the States. A man would be meeting them there. Not just any man, a prince, and they wanted to meet on neutral territory. This prince would one day be marrying her sister. Usually arranged marriages were known about for ages before the time came to actually meet in person or even marry, but her parents didn't even both to explain how such arrangements had come up. Obviously it had to do with securing an alliance or something, but her heart broke for her sister. She could imagine nothing worse than being forced to marry someone, especially a stranger. Okay, that wasn't exactly the truth. Not to make it all about her, but she knew one thing she felt was worse than that: having to get on a plane.

Hours later they were being ushered by butlers and maids to pack quickly and board the plane. Yes, them being princesses, they did have a private jet that their parents owned. That, however, did not make anything better for Alessia. She wouldn't be exactly the model for princesses. No, quite the opposite, she was extremely ... Normal for being a princess. They were held to higher standards, but the higher the standers got, the more Alessia crumbled under the pressure. See, though she is a princess and her parents can give her all the high paid treatment that exists, doesn't mean her problems are solved. No, she suffers from an anxiety disorder and although on medication, when situations (such as flying) arrive, she goes into a sort of panic attack. It had been that way her whole life. She never envied her sister. Although being the older sister and all the glam that comes with being the older child, Alessia never wanted to be her sister. Even with the perks. Alessandra could hold her own far better than Alessia could, especially when it came to public events and such. Not saying Alessandra was perfect, but she hadn't embarrassed the family by needing to breath into a paper bag in order to keep herself from revealing the contents of her stomach to a crowd of people. It wasn't always so bad, certain times she would have a panic attack without anyone even noticing, other times she could hardly stand without crying. Most people don't exactly understand what having a panic attack is like, Alessia found that it was especially true in the case of royal families. Growing up she felt like the black sheep of the family, so to speak, but she tried to never let that get to her. Instead she tried to focus on other things. Such as unpacking for the plane trip she was being forced to take. No, she did want to be there to support her sister, especially in meeting the man she would be with the rest of her life, but Alessia couldn't help her nature to fight against it at all costs. Not in front of Alessandra, of course, but with the servants. As they continued to place garments and gowns in her suitcases, she would one by one remove them. Prolonging the process wouldn't help and she knew that. Soon enough, one maid who was like a second mother to her, came to her with a small drink and Alessia took it without hesitation. The drink, she knew, was laced with drugs. Not street drugs or anything, but drugs that would aid in calming Alessia down for the plane ride long enough. Well the flight to America would take longer than the drugs would stay in effect, but Alessia didn't want to cry getting on the plane and the drugs would prevent that. after all, she felt the need to be strong for her sister. Even if she couldn't be strong for herself. She watched in a haze as her bags were packed, sitting on the stool of her vanity.

Soon enough she was escorted down the stairs and into the large black cars that awaited them in front of their home. Photographers shouted to them and she gave a wave before vanishing behind the black tinted windows. Two cars of guards escorted them, one in front and one in back in case there was an assassination attempt or something. Typically that made her nervous, especially when she was with her parents, there were tons of cars and police escort then. However, due to the drugs, she was sitting back and breathing normally, her palms remained dry as the scenery passed by. Soon enough they were at the airport, their private jets door opened into steps. They got out, their bags were placed on the plane for them and she took a deep breath as she followed her sister onto the plane. She began to fall asleep as they were making sure everything was okay. Which was good because she was asleep before the plane took off. What wasn't good, though, was that sleeping made the drugs wear off faster. She startled awake and it took a few minutes for her to remember the events that had unfolded prior to her being on the plane. Then she closed the window nearest her and a stewardess offered her a drink. She took it and looked at her sister. "How long have I been out?" It was well known that she had issues with certain things, she only hoped her sister wouldn't hold that against her in a time like this. After a moments silent, she sighed. "They didn't say who it was, did they? Maybe we could google him or something. At least get an idea...." What could someone possibly say in a situation like this? If there was something, she certainly didn't know what it was. She sipped on her drink for a while until they hit some turbulence and she buckled her belt and held on tightly to the arms of the comfy chair that held her. Like most private jets, this one had luxurious accommodations instead of the typical seating and such that other planes had. That didn't help her feel any better about the way the plane jumped around. She closed her eyes tightly and began to do one of the many calming exercises that she had been taught to do. Being a princess meant that she had to be on stage most of the time even when she didn't want to be, so knowing how to calm down before something big (or even during) was one of the most important tools she had at battling her issues. After a moment the plane calmed down and after what felt like years, the sign to have seat belts on was lit and the captain announced they would be landing. It didn't take long for the plane to touch down once in Miami. There awaited them a police escort and more big black vehicles. They entered them and Alessia found herself smiling. It was the beginning of summer but Miami was hot and the night life was well awake.

They were taken to the Hyatte hotel and were given help with their things by a very young looking bellboy. However, only moments after the door shut, leaving the two girls alone, Alessia went and jumped on her sisters bed. "How about we go out tonight? Lets have some fun and forget about your troubles for a little while?" They were by no means party girls. Then again, she didn't know how to help her sister and thought getting distracted from the whole issue might help. It was worth a shot, anyway, right?

[Peppermint_Candykane]

Dean gave a gentle sigh. "I wish you would just tell me their name. I mean you say you didn't shoot the girl, but someone had to have shot her." He sat back in one of the uncomfortable chairs that were provided in the many interrogation rooms. The case he was working was a really sad one. A gang rival had crossed some boarder in a less than classy part of town and a war had broken out. Two gang members were dead from Miami, another from up the coast was in the IC and wasn't expected to make it through the next few nights. On top of all of that, a baby girl had been shot. She had been laying in her crib inside of the house in front of which all the shooting had gone down. Her mother, a new time mother and druggie, had ran for cover in the bathtub when things went south. Unfortunately, she forgot to take the poor child with her. The baby had been born addicted to drugs and hadn't been seen by a hospital. He had already taken the mother in on charges related to her death, but he wanted the actual man responsible. The bullet had entered the child's thigh, and having entered horizontally (the same way the child was laying), hit the heart before exiting and completely destroying the shoulder. The arm was severed from the body. That had been horrifying to see. Being a detective meant you saw a lot of horrible things, but he knew this one would stick with him forever. It did not matter that the child would have died anyways but the fact that she died in such a horrific way. It had been exactly a month since she had been born. Several officers had vomited at the sight, but he, despite feeling sick, only felt like crying. The mother was too far gone in her addiction to notice her child was even gone from the face of the earth. No, if the baby would get justice, it would be through him. Before him sat a cocky little jack a** gang member who was acting too cool for school. "Look brotha, I ain't shot no one. Test me. I ain't no rat. Charge me for some s**t or let me go." "Listen here boy, I ain't your brother. You are gunna tell me who shot her or I'm fixen to let you have it." He snickered at Deans threat. Standing up, the detective moved to the door and knocked. Entered Deans partner, detective Grey. Jean Grey, to be exact. "Listen up here you little turd, I will throw your a** in jail for everything I got on you. You don't want to snitch? Well fine. You will do life instead. Even if we don't have a confession, we have pretty good evidence to you having a gun in your hand, several witnesses saw it. If you can't name the killer then you become the killer, see? That means the death penalty then, does it? Right, I'd rather die after spending years in prison than snitch." She grabbed the kid by the back of his head and slammed it against the desk a few times. "Enough." He wasn't one for violence. Jean, however, most certainly was. She was the bad cop to his good. She stopped and waited. The kid began to cry, repeating that he didn't know who shot towards the house, but he began to lay out names. Dean gave him and pen and paper to write them all down, along with is confession of the events that had transpired. Once that was all settled, he returned to his desk where he began to look into the names that he had been given. Two of the men were doing prison time, one of them was the one in the IC and the third had gotten away. He would bet money the man he was looking for was the last man. He was wanted on many charges, but Dean decided to put out an APB on him, his car, his wife, anyone in connection with him. Anything to catch that filthy b*****d.

Then it was paperwork time. Jean had a social life, unlike Dean, he was married to his job, as so many other men in his profession were. So he spelled out most of her grunt work for her too. He drank coffee as he typed reports and the account the young man had told earlier. It was well into the evening before he finished and decided to head back to his one bedroom apartment. He had a beachside view, but things got lonely from time to time. The drive home from the station didn't take too long. He parked in the parking garage below his building and took the elevator up. He put in earplugs as he entered the dinging doors. He hated the music that played. It drove him nuts. When the doors dinged again, he was on his floor and headed back. A door opened to reveal a lovely women in a robe. He gave a sigh and smiled at her as politely as he could. He removed a plug from its place as she began to speak. "Oh Dean, you're home early tonight. Catch some.. Bad guys?" He wanted to vomit. He gave a small nod and said goodnight. Miss Prim was newly divorced and on the prowl. She hit on him most nights and he just tried to get to his apartment in peace. It never worked, though. Most nights she accused him of being in a relationship with his partner, which always made him laugh. Had he spent more time than he absolutely had to in her presence, she would know that Jean was masculine and preferred the company of women to that of men. Though, Miss Prim didn't need to know any of that. It was none of her business and she hit on him either way. He just hoped to catch her at a time when she wasn't home, though she seemed to make a point to be at her door whenever he was going to be walking through. He entered his apartment and closed the door, locking the multiple locks that he had put in himself. Then he threw his keys, gun, and badge on the counter and went to lay on the couch. He took the remote and turned the T. V. on. News. Figured. He switched around until he found a comedy show. After a few moments he changed it to a dramatic movie. Only one scene into the movie he put on the nature channel. Watching comedy made him feel better about work most nights, but tonight he didn't feel much like laughing. A drama involving a child only made him feel worse. But what could go wrong with animals? Oh, of course, a male hippo kills a baby male hippo. He shut the T.V. off instantly and covered his eyes with his hands. Suddenly his phone began to play in his pocket and he pulled it out. "DJ, its Rick, the boys and I thought tonight might be a good night to hit up some bars. I heard about your case. Told you you shoulda stayed in blue. That detective stuff is a real-" Dean cut him off. It was a guy from his old unit, back when he was just a cop and not a detective. He agreed to meet up with them and asked where he should tell the taxi to drop him off. (If he was going to be drinking, he knew better than to drive.)

Most people would wonder why a good southern boy like himself became a detective in Miami of all places. Like most southerns, he grew up in a small town where everyone knew everyone. Well when he was about fifteen the richest women in the town had been murdered a robbed. Well naturally since everyone knew each other, they knew it had to be an outside job. Though, later investigation revealed that it had been his father. Yup, the good southern boy's daddy had knocked off some old lady for her money. Their farm hadn't been producing as many crops as usual and due to that their money began to lack. Things got tight and surprising to an already horrified Dean, his father had taken things into his own hands and gone to drastic measures in attempt to ensure their family would have enough. Well, being an only child, Dean became man of the house after his father was sent off to prison. It wasn't long before he was given the death sentence. Dean knew he would have to go watch his father die someday, but until that day, he had to do all he could to make up for his fathers mistake. So he decided to bring bad men to justice. First he was just a deputy in his hometown, but after a while he knew he had to expand. He moved to the largest city in his state, but even that wasn't good enough. His mother would never leave her home town, but she never made him feel guilty for doing so. Instead they talk whenever he has an afternoon off and she isn't out working someone else's farm. He ended up in Miami by accident, actually. He had been applying to jobs online and didn't know how to work a computer too well. When he submitted to the places he was applying to, Miami got checked on accident. Turned out they were the only ones who called. After that he moved out to the big city and hated big city living, always wanted to one day return to a small quiet town. He thought about that as he drove down the speedway in the back of the taxi, considering even staying in Florida if he could find a town he liked.

[Peppermint_Candykane]

A couple of days ago:

Lorelei, shortly after waking up and showering, moisturized her face and placed a thin layer of foundation on afterwards. Then, placing concealer in the creases of her eyes, she set to work on the layering of various golds and browns of eyeshadow that went so well with her coloring. Being a princess was tough work. No matter where you went, you had to look your best. That was a high request, but not too high for her. Everyday when she woke she went through the same progress in order to look decent enough to leave and be seen by the many who would see her. She even drew her eyebrows on most days, just adding to the fullness hers naturally lacked. Eyeliner was next, then she curled her lashes before adding mascara to them. A bronzer for her cheeks and lastly her lipstick, an almost nude bronze to tie in to the rest of her face. Once happy with that, she blow dried her hair and fixed it in big loose curls. Sure she could have someone do her hair for her, but she liked the way it looked when she did it herself. They just didn't know her hair like she did. Being a princess came with a lot of perks too. Money, for one thing. They, she and her sister, were German princesses. Currently on vacation in Miami Florida, in America. The hot weather and energetic night life offered her all she could handle. Home was just too boring. There were photographers there too, but here the people seemed to be obsessed with the idea of royalty and they hardly had to pay for anything whenever they went out. Men were a dime a dozen and very fun, when she had her fill of one, the next one was waiting in line for his chance to be seen with her. It was all so shallow, but she seriously doubted she would be having this much fun anywhere else she would go. People were awake all day and all night here. Staying in the Hyatte hotel had perks too. Especially the pool and unlimited room service. Not to mention their room. A suite on the top floor with an incredible view. Miami had everything. A good place to live, interesting people, clubs and raves. Of course her parents didn't approve of her lifestyle, but then what parent really would? Now that she was of legal drinking age, who was to stop her from enjoying the many drinks that men sent her way? Absolutely nothing. After pulling two curls back into a beautiful dragon hair clip, she went out of the bathroom and headed across the living room, dining room and long hall before making it back to her room. She dressed herself in a dark green mini dress, matching heels and clutch. With a gold chain and bracelet to add just a little extra touch, she was ready for her night on the town. She walked over to the second room, where her little sister was. "I'm ready. You coming out tonight?" Though she felt fairly certain of what her sisters answer would be. Turning, she took out her cellphone and told them to ready the car. After heading down the long elevator ride, she arrived on the lobby floor. Then it was just a short walk that would take her to the car that would drive to the club.

Well, while at the club, some unfortunate events went down. She had had too much to drink. Lorelei, for a number of reasons, didn't like to get drunk. Drinking to get buzzed was the best, but once she crossed a line, things would go bad. It happened every now and again, but this time was worse. She was not only drunk, but as the oldest story in the book goes, she ended up dancing with some chicks old man. Well, excuse the hell out of her for not knowing! Oh no. Well this crazy witch wanted to take things outside, so Lorelei, being polite, obliged. It didn't take long for the two to get into a bad fight. Okay, bad for the other chick. Lorelei had taken self defense classes a time or two and knew how to fight. This beezee had no idea how to actually fight. She kept going to Lorelei's hair and Lorelei was forced to punch that hoe in her face. The police had been called and had arrived just in time to se that. Lorelei was placed in cuffs (not for the first time, either) and was thrown into the back of the cop car. She was taken to the station and placed in a holding cell (alone due to her 'delicate' nature, in other words because she was a princess). When she sobered up they allowed her to make a call. She knew exactly who to call. "Daddy. She deserved it this time, I swear." Her father and mother had her on speakerphone on their end of the call. They were back home with the man who got her out of all her trouble, their family lawyer. "Sweet-ums, I have some bad news, he's dead." That was blunt. She began to cry and her father spoke up. "Now, you stop that. His son is taking over, I'll just make a call and he will fly out there after the funeral." That calmed her down a bit, but she didn't know this son. Was she sure that he could get her off the hook. Usually money bribes worked, but she had spent a lot of money bribing the Miami police and the public was starting to take notice. She had a trial hearing date set and she knew she would have to at least show her face once before a judge. She could already see herself in orange on the side of the highway doing service duty. A wave of fresh tears flew over her. On the other end of the phone, however, her parents were arguing very fast in German about telling her something. They were talking about this being the wrong or right time to do so. Then her mother spoke up. "Besides, you should be happy, you are going to get married. He's a French prince!" "WHAT?!" The other end of the phone went dead and the phone was taken from her and she was returned to her cell. Tears smeared her make-up down her face and her hair was a hot mess. She posted bail and returned as quickly as she could back to the hotel room. Pictures of her in her horrid state had been taken and she laid in bed, feeling sorry for herself. Her parents said the lawyer would call when he was in town and would meet her in the hotel room. She was advised to keep out of the eye of the public until he could come and make a statement for her.

Now:

Lorelei paced back and forth. Looking at her sister, she gave a sigh. "I don't trust him. I doubt he is half as good as his father." She said. The princess was still waiting on his phone call, but staying put was so hard, she got antsy. Plopping down next to her sister, she screwed up her face. "And why a French prince? Who says I want to be married to a French man? I don't even like France!" She vented to her sister, waiting. Waiting for a call, a response, some news, waiting for anything.

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[Peppermint_Candykane]

Dorian had arrived in the area only a few days previous. He was here for business, luxury, and necessity. The place? Miami. His home was far, back in Romania. He was a prince there, but here he was just another tall, (not so) dark, and (yes very) handsome man on the street. His anonymity was his safe cover. Unlike others who came here, he didn't want to be instantly A-listed and put on display for others. His parents had informed him that his bride to be would be arriving in America in order to meet him in neutral territory. Their families didn't exactly get along' which was cause for the marriage. In any case, he knew of another set of princesses that were currently in the area. A friend of his was also in an arranged marriage with one of these girls. Until his own arrangement arrived, he had been asked to look on to this princess. She hailed from Germany, set to marry Dorian's French friend. He most certainly was not disappointed. He had to sneak in to most of the places that these girls went into. You had to be an A-List member to obtain access to these types of places. Then she went and got herself arrested. That was quite a show. Upon returning to his room, he dialed a French number. No, it was not the prince himself, but an informant. Speaking directly to one another was dangerous. Not because of war, but because if their parents found out he was looking into a princess, they both would be in a load of trouble. "Oh no, he will have his hands quite full. No, I assure you. Yes, the Hilton, inform me when he lands." He hung up and placed his phone down. A chuckle escaped his lips. It was terrible, but he couldn't help but find the humor in the situation. He went to the hotels built in gym and worked out for about an hour before going back to his room. Once there, he showered and his phone rang. This time the number was local. "Your fiancé has landed sir. Should I arrange the meeting?" He shook his head, despite that the other could not see him. He wanted to wait a few days. Or, at least give them time to settle in before he went to meet the woman he was supposed to marry.

A little about himself? He was born to a Romanian king and one of his third wives or something along those lines. His mother was an exotic beauty. Well, by Romanian standards. She had fair skin and fair hair. Whenever Dorian spoke, he sounded like his father, but it confused people since he looked like his mother. Everyone expected him to be American. It was hard for them to wrap their minds around the fact that he was Romanian since he didn't look anything like what people assumed Romanians should look like. It helped him blend in, which he liked. As long as he didn't speak or tried to cover his accent, he was fine. It was nice to blend in. He hated to on stage unless he had to be. Not that he totally hated it, but he liked to be able to move about without being known. When everyone knew you, they knew your business. He wasn't exactly one to keep his business public, though it was a hard thing to fight against. Except in American where no one knew what he looked like. Romanian princes weren't exactly the most popular, the english ones were all over American news, especially the royal wedding and babies. How was he supposed to find out anything about the girl his friend was set to marry if she knew what he looked like? She wouldn't be herself in front of another royal. It was just some code they all abided by. Play fake and nice with the other rich children and make your parents look good. It bothered him, because he hadn't been taught such things. Perhaps they were indirectly taught those things, but who would ever really know? No, he had to stay under cover, so to speak, in order to obtain the information he needed. He only hoped he could perhaps do the same with his own princess. It would be very nice to get to know her while she was being honest about who she was. Though he had ways of making people feel comfortable with him.

[xX Araleid Xx]

It was early, that much Alessandra knew when she was awoken by a knock on her bedroom door. She could feel it in her body, could see it in the light that shone in through the curtains drawn over her window. A meek, early morning sunshine proving it was too early to be awake. At least for her. But whoever was at her door was there for a reason and she knew they wouldn't go away by simply ignoring them. With a heavy sigh that turned quickly into a yawn she climbed out of the large, comfortable bed and quickly covered her nightgown with a black robe. At last she opened the door to see a maid standing with a raised hand - as if to knock once more. When she laid eyes on Alessandra her hand fell to her side immediately as she began to apologize in Italian for waking her. No. No, va bene. Che cosa è necessario?" She assured the girl before her that everything was alright before inquiring after what she needed. The girl spoke in Italian of course, rushed and hurried. In her sleepy state Alessandra only caught the gist of it. Some kind of urgent call from their parents. She thanked the girl and dismissed her. Alessandra took a moment to stretch and try to wake up a little more before she headed downstairs, pausing momentarily to pour a cup of coffee in an attempt to wake up a little before their talk with their parents. It wasn't long before her sister, Alessia was sitting beside her. Alessandra wanted to ask if her sister knew anything about the call, but she knew she wouldn't. Their parents had been gone awhile now and neither of them ever knew what was to be discussed when they did call. Finally, after a few more minutes, the call came through and the sisters accepted it. They were greeted by their parents happy faces but the polite greetings were over rather quickly and suddenly everything was a rush of hurried Italian, tears from her mother, and a laugh from her father. Alessandra heard no more after that and she couldn't speak to even tell her parents goodbye. Alessia turned to her and the apology fell from her lips. Alessandra was still in shock and trying to process what her parents had even said. It couldn't have been what she thought, right?

But a few hours later her and her sister were being told to pack quickly and then they were escorted from the house and to the vehicles that would take them to the private jet that would take her to meet her future husband. The words played through her mind as if on repeat. She was meeting a man she didn't even know - someone her parents expected her to marry. Suddenly being a princess didn't seem so nice after all. All Alessandra wanted to be now was normal. She just wanted to be able to choose her own husband. After all, isn't a wedding to a man you love something every girl dreamed of? And it was a dream entirely obtainable for normal girls. Alessandra barely noticed the photographers. She was certain her face didn't show joy or happiness. She didn't wave and smile at them as she usually did. Today she kept her face stoic. It had been drilled into her for so long to never look as if things were wrong. As a princess she was to always appear happy when in public. Today she could not muster a fake smile and so she settled on anything that wasn't a frown. The trip to the airport was not long and when they arrived her door was open and she was able to see her sister once more. However, Alessandra waited until they were on the plane to speak with her. She knew her sister well enough to know that she had a few fears - and flying was one of them. When they were finally settled in and the plane was ready to take off she turn to Alessia to see her sleeping. She must have already taken her medicine. She noted, smiling down at her sister. If sleeping would help her get through this, Alessandra would not be angry with her sister. Instead, she would speak what was on her mind when she awoke.

Hours passed as Alessia slept and Alessandra spent them reading and taking drinks offered by the stewardess. The closer they got to America the more nervous she was becoming. Finally,she heard a voice call to her and she turned to see that her sister had finally awoken. "A few hours at least. I'm not sure how long, honestly." She said with a small smile. She didn't know how long the plane ride would be, but she would admit she was not eager for it to be over like she knew her sister probably was. Again Alessia spoke and Alessandra shook her head. "Not that I heard." But she hadn't heard very much. She stopped hearing much after the announcement that she was to be married. "I am sorry that you were dragged into coming with me. I know how you feel about flying." Their conversation ended there and she returned to her book until the turbulence hit. Not long after that they were landing and Alessandra had to remind herself to breathe as they were let off the plane. Hopefully she wasn't expected to meet whoever her future husband was right away. All she wanted to do now was get to their hotel and spend some time trying to calm her nerves enough to be able to do anything. And as she stepped off the plane she was relieved to see that her prince wasn't there. The only thing that awaited them were more black vehicles and police escorts. They were taken to their hotel and a bell boy helped them with their bags. Once he was gone Alessandra collapsed into one of the beds and let out a heavy sigh of relief and closing her eyes. They snapped open almost immediately when the bed began to bounce. Alessia had jumped onto it as well and she smiled up at her sister. Alright, getting out of the hotel might not be a bad idea." Besides what else were they going to do? If they stayed in the hotel Alessandra was sure all she would do is mope. "But where will we go? We don't know anything about this city..."

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[xX Araleid Xx]

Adam had known before anyone had even spoken a word. That was the curse he lived with - although it wasn't always a curse, just today. Most often the power he had been born with was a blessing. It helped him tremendously in his line of work. Yet today his father's best friend stood before him, hesitant as Adam read the thoughts going through his mind. Jason was struggling over something, struggling to find the right words to tell him his father was dead. Adam could not react, not until it was spoken. No one knew about his ability to read minds and it wasn't something he wanted to share with Jason - especially not today. "Adam, there's something I must tell you, bad news I'm afraid." Jason hesitated and Adam sighed. "Just say it." He didn't want to hear them, but hadn't he already? "Your father has passed away. A car accident." Adam didn't cry, didn't show any emotion at all. Yes, the news hurt, but he knew there was too much work to be done to break down now. "Thank you, Jason. I'll start taking care of the funeral arrangements now." Jason looked at him as if concerned for his well being. "Adam, you don't need to handle everything on your own. I will help." Adam shook his head. "He was my father, I will take care of everything, but thank you for the offer." With that he turned and left the room. The first thing he needed to do was get a hold of his father's documents that outlined the funeral he had wanted, and of course the will. But the last could wait until his father was in the ground. It took a week to prepare everything and when he was finally finished he allowed himself to mourn. Adam had loved his father, who had taught him everything he had needed to know in life and had inspired him to be a lawyer. He spent the evening alone with a six pack of beer but the next morning he woke, dressed in a suit, and attended the funeral without tears. He spoke the eulogy and threw a handful of dirt on top of the coffin as it was lower into the ground. When the funeral was finished, he went home and read his father's will, which left him with money, but more importantly to Adam was his father's law firm, which he was now put in charge of.

The next day he went into work, the same he always did. His father's secretary - now his secretary - greeted him with a smile. He could read the thoughts running through her mind, Poor, poor boy. It must be so difficult. He wanted to ignore the pity, but blocking it out was not something he had learned to do even after so many years. "You have a message from your father's biggest client, Mr. Heidrich." Adam forced himself to smile at her. "Thank you, I will return the call immediately." Adam disappeared into the office that was now his and promptly returned the phone call. He did not speak with Mr. Heidrich personally, he wasn't even sure his father had ever, but the man he spoke with did inform him of the situation. It seemed one of the princesses had gotten themselves into some trouble in Miami. "You can assure Mr. Heidrich that I will handle everything. I will book a flight to Miami tonight and be there with the princess tomorrow morning." The man on the phone thanked him and hung up. Adam then told his secretary he was going out of town for business and booked the first available flight to Miami. When that was taken care of he went home and packed his bags. Unsure of how long he would be there Adam decided if he needed more clothes than what he had packed he would just have to pick up some more from his place. Clothes weren't worth the hassle of an extra bag. When he was finished he went straight to the airport, wanting to get through customs in enough time as to not miss his flight. Unlike his new client he didn't own a private jet and he certainly did not fly first class. Once he made it through customs and finally boarded the plane, Adam was able to relax. The flight would not be too long, seeing as he had only been in Los Angelos, where his father's office was located. Adam had his own apartment in Los Angelos, where he handled his own work. But now it seemed with his father's passing he would have to be taking this plain ride a lot more often.

When the plane finally touched down there was no time for Adam to rest. He headed straight for the hotel his new client was staying at. Why the princess was in town he didn't know, and it wasn't his job to know. His job was to make sure whatever she was in trouble for went away as quickly and quietly as possible. "I'm looking for Lorelei Heidrich. She is expecting me." He told the concierge when he arrived. The man called to the room first and asked for his name to give to the princess. "Just tell her I'm here about the other night." He wouldn't advertise to this man anything that would become attorney client privilege.Hopefully she would know by that that he was her lawyer. It seemed to work because seconds later the concierge hung up the phone and told Adam which room to report to. He took the elevator to the top floor - which he should have known was where she was - and knocked on the door. It was opened by a young girl and he looked at her. "Are you the princess?" He asked. "Not the one you're looking for." The girl opened the door wider to let him in. "Lorelei, your lawyer is here." She called out before disappearing. Adam closed the door behind him and as he waited he pulled his laptop out. He would need to document everything, so he may as well be prepared when the princess finally showed herself.

[xX Araleid Xx]

Christian knew long before his bride-to-be that he was being wed to a German princess. He knew her name - Lorelei - but he didn't know much else about him. As a prince he had many ties to many other princes - one in particular that he was close to and was also in his situation. Dorian was on his way to Miami to meet his own future bride sooner than Christian would be able to travel. The father of his fiance had informed his family that Lorelei would not be in Miami for a while longer, and although Christian accepted the information gracefully he knew that it had been a lie. He had his own ways of tracking Lorelei's movements - had had them in place since the day he had learned of their arrangement. And so it was through those means he knew of her vacation to Miami - which happened to be where Dorian would meet his fiance. So kindly he had asked his friend to keep tabs on Lorelei until he was available to leave, which would be very soon. Christian took care of everything he needed to put in place and informed his parents that he would be going to Miami earlier than planned. When questioned as to why he smiled, almost shyly. "I would like to know my way around before the princess arrives so that I can take her places without needing a map like a foolish tourist." Lucky for him his lie was believable. But it wasn't until he was on his jet early the next morning that he received news of Lorelei. Dorian had done well in watching over her and it seemed Christian was not leaving a moment too soon. Of course the details were not relayed over the phone - he would have to meet his friend in person for those - Christian was certain Lorelei had gotten into some kind of trouble.

When his plane finally landed he was escorted to the Hilton, where he had planned to stay to make it more easy for him to speak with Dorian. After settling into his room he requested his go between to inform the other prince he had arrived and to get a room number where he could call upon his friend. It wasn't long before Christian received the information and was escorted to the room. He knocked on the door and when he was allowed entrance he turned to his security. "Wait outside. I shall speak to the prince alone." He couldn't risk anyone knowing what the pair had been up to. If it was found out they were looking into the princess things would not go over well for him or Dorian. When they were finally alone he turned to his friend. "So tell me, what is she like? You said I would have my hands full, just how full are we talking?" He spoke in English, the only way the pair could communicate as he did not know Romanian and Dorian did not speak fluent French. As he waited for the reply Christian took a seat and poured himself a glass of Chardonnay. Now that he was here, his friend would be able to focus on his own fiance. And if he needed any help looking into her, well Christian would be the perfect person to aid him. He had a knack of being anonymous. Or more, invisible, or not human. See, he could shapeshift into any animal and if that wasn't enough to look into one of their princesses he could always just become invisible. "And what of your princess? Have you had time to look into her at all?"

[xX Araleid Xx]

It wasn't that she hadn't wanted to be with her sister, and it wasn't even that she didn't want to go on vacation, but why did it have to be Miami? A place so crowded with people she didn't know or care to ever know. Iris was not what you would call a people-person. She hated socializing with anyone excluding her family, which is why she was thankful Lorelei was the older sister. More was expected of her - especially when it came to speaking to the public. Iris was content to sit in the wings and let her sister handle everything. She was fully prepared to spend the vacation inside the hotel with the American television but she should have known her sister would not stay still. When Lorelei turned to her and asked if she was coming with her, Iris sighed. "I don't think so." Her sister said something along the lines of 'suit yourself' and disappeared. She certainly hoped Lorelei behaved herself and didn't get into any kind of trouble. Maybe she should have gone with her...

Iris' fears were confirmed when her sister didn't return to the hotel. She fell asleep waiting and was awoken early in the morning to a phone call from her father. He told her that Lorelei had been arrested but he wouldn't say what for - just that she would post bail and return to the hotel soon. After that he hung up the phone and Iris was left to await her sister's return to learn anything else. She was back later that day and went straight to their room to mope on her bed. "Tell me what happened." Iris insisted as she sat on the bed and held her sister's hand. "It can't be all that bad." But it was, and then some. It wasn't just that she had gotten into a fight, no their family lawyer had passed away as well - the one who had gotten Lorelei out of all her past problems - and the icing on the cake? She was getting married to a French prince neither of them had met. "Okay so maybe it is bad, but just maybe there's a bright side somewhere." As unsure as she was, Iris was there for her sister to lean on for strength the next morning when the son of their deceased lawyer would be arriving.

Iris watched her sister pace as she worried over the new lawyer. She opened her mouth to speak but Lorelei plopped down beside her and went on about the French prince. Iris couldn't even imagine what her sister was going through and so when the phone rang she left to answer it, hoping her sister would calm down. The concierge told her a man was calling upon them and said to tell her sister he was there to discuss the other night. "send him up." She was sure he was the new lawyer. Iris hung the phone up and waited by the door so she could answer it, as she didn't think her sister was in the state to get up right away. When the knock came she opened it and let the man in. He didn't look as tough as his father and now Iris was getting doubtful. He asked if she was the princess and Iris scoffed. He didn't even know what her sister looked like? "Not the one you're looking for." She spat before turning to walk away and calling out for her sister.

[Peppermint_Candykane]

Alessia gave an understanding nod when her sister told her how long they had been in the air. Of course she wouldn't know. Why would she? She just found out she would be marrying some random guy. They didn't even know what country he was from! It had been stupid of her to think that her sister's mind would be on the time or anything else for that matter. However, when her sister spoke, she shook her head. "I would have come either way. You can't do this alone." Okay, she really could, her sister was strong. What she really had meant to say was that she was in no way letting her do it alone. Their parents wanted her there, but even so, her sister needed her there. It was well worth facing riding in a plane if just her presence helped sooth her sister about her new, messed up arrangement. Though, there wasn't much she could think of to say to help ease her sister. It was what it was and she was in the position of least power in the family, not that it mattered, but she hoped just being there would help. Since she wasn't sure how Alessandra would meet her prince, Alessia wasn't sure she would be there when the two met. Making her even less helpful in the whole situation. It would be terribly frustrating to not know the man even after her sister did. How was she to have her own opinion on him? Perhaps she wasn't meant to, she certainly wanted to. Their parents really had no other reason to keep her from meeting him too, excepting if they feared she would not like him. In that case, she seriously doubted her sister would like him any better, even if Alessia didn't know him. If only there was something she could say to help the blow her sister had taken by the news. Nothing she could say would do the trick, that much she knew. The only way she could help was by doing exactly what she was doing, being there. Even if Alessandra didn't talk to her about things, Alessia had a way of picking up on things. Subtle things and it was especially hard to do with Alessandra, but she could pick out emotions or even thoughts sometimes (rarely) and touch on those with her sister. If Alessandra was feeling open. If not, then she would wait as long as it took for her sister to feel comfortable to open up about... Anything, really. Really, she had no idea what to even talk about. How do you talk about an arranged marriage? 'Oh that sucks'? No, they both already knew that. The young sister gave a sigh, feeling hopelessly lost as to go about helping her sister and making her feel better.

That is until they got to the hotel room and she suggested they go out. Her sister, clever as always, pointed out a flaw in that plan. They were here for the first time. At least they spoke the language. Then an idea came to her. "We can ask at the front desk for a suggestion of where to go... Of course..." It then dawned on her what issues might arise from going out. The girl had... Abilities, for lack of a better word or description. As did her sister. Her own abilities, in this case, would bring about problems. Where her family was concerned, she was the least sensitive to them. The way she could pick out emotions or thoughts was only if she forced herself to concentrate and often times after doing so she would get sick, dizzy, or even have a bloody nose. When others were around, unfortunately, it became worse. There were often times blinding lights coming off of people (auras, as she found out they were called) and spirits that weren't ghosts but weren't human any longer, emotions were sometimes so overwhelming, she felt them herself and would at times begin to cry or laugh depending on the situations unfolding around her. In large crowds, as anyone could imagine, the emotions only grew more intense and she would end up collapsing. One time, before she could remember, she actually ended up having a seizure due to the overwhelming nature large gatherings had on her. Mostly, however, it dealt with sensing emotions or, as in a hotel setting, she would know someone would be at the door before they would knock. Events never came to her as visions, but she had been working on that for some time. Working with spirits frightened her, so she never spent any time attempting to further that ability. Mostly she wanted to be able to block things out, but it was extremely difficult to do. Emotions were very powerful and forceful things. Then there was her other ability, her ability to become less than solid. Her whole body could ... The girl hardly understood it herself, whatever it did, her body would make her able to pass right through a wall. Although she had no attempted this ability many times, she often wondered if there were types of materials she could not pass through. Other than glass, that is. As a young girl she had been playing hide and seek and did not want to open the door, since it was loud and she knew she would be found out. Upon attempting to pass through it in her fog state (as she referred to it) the glass shattered. Alessia often avoided going into such a state since it enhanced her abilities for picking up emotions and thoughts (and more), but as soon as she was solid again, she would forget most of what she felt in that state. It wasn't exactly something she liked to do, but it was there and she had explored it a bit.

A smile crossed her lips. "How about either the beach or a fancy restaurant? The beach might be really crowded, but I'm sure we can find a quiet place somewhere. Or sitting down in a nice place with new food. Maybe they have a place that does dinner and a show. Like Vegas." She suggested before she picked up the phone and dialed the front desk. As soon as they picked up on the other line, she began to ask them about the beach areas and nice restaurants in town. On the pen and pad provided in the drawer under the phone, she wrote down a few suggestions and then showed her sister. "This beach is reserved just for like.. High class people. They said something about a club but I didn't write that down. They even suggested a stripper show. Classy, I think they described it as. And theses are the few places they said we might like. I thought it would be best to let you pick." She said with a smile as she waited for her sister to decide, happy that Alessandra had taken her suggestion at all.

((Okay I didn't pick a place, but we can discuss this when we are both online lol))

[Peppermint_Candykane]

Lorelei hadn't been surprised when her sister turned her down. Lorelei really liked to do things that shocked their parents. Not that she didn't respect them or love them, because she certainly did, but she felt they were too uptight. Understandable coming from a king and queen. Then again, what year was it? People had to be people, even if they were royal. She just wanted to be normal and free. Well, with still being rich. She lived... Extravagantly? Not because she felt entitled to it, but because she was able to and she enjoyed the time she spent doing such thing. Her sister didn't exactly see things that way. As much as the two were alike, they could be total opposites. Most of what Lorelei did was a front, a sort of wall. How could she let people get close to her when she didn't even know who she really was? It wasn't the pathetic-ever-teen-goes-through-this stuff, it was her rebelling against being a princess and having such high expectations but not only wanting to be a princess. Partying was the furthest thing from a princess as she felt she could get. That still wasn't who she was, just something she did. Not that she would ever admit it. No, there was no opening up and talking about such things. Much and more was expected of her. To show her hand and let slip that she had fears or anything? Impossible. So she played her role. These weren't fears, just things she didn't like. Even if they were fears, would she admit that even to herself? Doubtful. Even her own sister wouldn't grasp he exact situation that she was in. Especially now having to marry some damned man that she didn't even know. The girl knew her sister could help sooth the pain, but only a person who was in the exact same position as herself would really understand what she was struggling with. And even then they wouldn't get certain things. Is knowing yourself really all that important? It seemed to be more important than she wanted to believe. On one had, she did feel she had a good grasp of who she was. Then, on the other hand, she felt everything she was was due to her parents, her positions, her status. There wasn't much that belonged to her and her alone. Except, of course, her powers.

It was the strangest thing. One day she told someone to do something, and they did. Amazing, right? Though, she soon learned there were tricks that made it work and not work. First, she always had to be looking into their eyes. If she couldn't see the eyes, then it wouldn't work. Or if she was touching them, but only skin on skin, no hand on a shoulder covered in a suit would work. If she used slang, such as 'buzz off' it wouldn't work. She learned to be very specific, the more specific the better. The less specific, the less it worked. It began to weigh on her, before she knew that there were side effects. Her hair began to fall out and some of it even turned grey. That was back when she first found out about it and used it all the time. She also felt like she aged when she used it too much, or she was just being paranoid due to her bad hair experience. Since looks were so important to her being a princess and being on covers of magazines and whatnot, she drastically cut back her use. The only times she ever used it were in situations, such as getting arrested. If she could see the officers eyes, she could tell him not to arrest her. Usually, however, they were behind her back, cuffing her. The more calm she was as well made the ability weaker. If she was in a heightened state of emotion, she could really charm the pants off of someone. (Not that that was the first thing she did with her victims). Then there was her other ability. It came to her much later in life and thus she doesn't have the same control over it. If there is a sound being made, she can change it and have someone think they are hearing something else entirely. Such as? If a glass breaks, before the sound reaches someones ears, she can see the sound waves (life seems to move in slow motion for her) and make them hear a dog barking. Or something like that. It was difficult for her to understand what was happening at first. However, unlike her other power, this one only works when she is calm. Lorelei has to concentrate deeply before she can even see the sound waves. Even then a successful manipulation is not certain. Not only does she need to know what the sound is, but she has to be able to hear the sound she wants it to be instead. Obviously this does not come in handy nearly as much. Though she has yet to find negative side effects.

While she paced the hotel, she looked a hot mess. Her hair was in a messy bun atop her head. Her clothes, although expensive and nice, were nothing compared to her usual state. Her make-up was simple and neat. No foundation, with eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss. Of course the worry on her face didn't help her looks any. Her sister had been so sweet to her. As she paced she thought on how her sister reacted to the news. Yes, Iris, it could most definitely be that bad. Part of her was sure it could be worse, but she wasn't sure how. The phone rang and Iris took it. Poor Iris, cleaning up her big sister. Lorelei knew she had lucked out getting the sister that she did. Most princess sisters hated each other (at least secretly), but she loved her sister. Iris left to get the door and as soon as the man entered, Lorelei almost collapsed. Looking to her sister, she frowned. "This? This is him? Tears began to well up. She was jail bate for sure. How could this kid get her out of trouble? "Well? Are you even going to introduce yourself? That's it. I'm going to jail. Are you even done with law school? Okay, she wasn't trying to be so hard on the guy. He was cute. But she was promised to someone else. It was causing her to be far more upset than she would have if she had just seen that he was young. He was young and cute. Things were not going her way in this city. Why, then did she have to like it so much? "Well? Did you come to hear my side of the story? I'm innocent. It was self defense. The stupid cop just didn't see the first part. So what? I danced with her boyfriend. They shouldn't be in the club if she is worried about him dancing with prettier girls." She sat down, not bothering to suggest that he do the same, despite the chair at the desk next to where he now stood.

((Hope I gave you something to work with! I can edit. Won't be posting Dean until I need to LoL))

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[Peppermint_Candykane]

Dorian finally met with his companion. Christian was a prince from another country, but the two got on smashingly. Unlike the other prince, Dorian didn't bother with guards. Not unless he was known where he was. If he needed to, he would call on them, but otherwise, he hated feeling like someone was breathing down his neck. Or worse, reporting things back to his parents. Such as his current situation. Take out the fact that he had been spying on a royal princess. If his parents knew he was meeting other princes secretly, that would not go down well at all with them. No sir. Then if you added the whole watching a princess thing on top of that? His parents would have his head. If his body guards couldn't constantly watch him, there was no way they could tell his parents. The fact that he went without them caused his parents discomfort, but he explained it off as drawing too much attention to himself. Especially in a place where his face was not so easily recognized, if at all. Perhaps it was dangerous for him to do so, but he wasn't worried (even if he should be). He was grateful, however, that Christian decided to keep his men outside. Naturally he assumed that Christian would do so, since he too could get in trouble for their activities, but he was glad to see it. He shut and locked the door behind his friend as he entered the room. Not that he didn't trust the guards, but maybe he was paranoid in his own way. Not enough to have him call upon guards, but oh well. He lead his friend to a back room. Christian was already asking questions, but Dorian wanted to be certain even the guards wouldn't be able to overhear anything they spoke about. Even if the two of them spoke in English (and perhaps the guards didn't speak the language?) but he wasn't about to take any chances on that. Once they reached a back room, he turned to his friend and listened to the rest of the questions. It was natural for Christian to have questions about the woman he would marry. Dorian had his own questions about his own blushing-bride-to-be. However, Christians fiancé was already in town, whereas Dorian's had only just arrived not long ago. After Christian was done, Dorian smiled and wondered how best to word his reply. After a long sigh, he decided.

"First, allow me to say welcome old friend. Second, your princess? Very full. Very full indeed." Dorian had debated for some time as to whether or not to tell Christian about Princess Lorelei's ... Misfortune? Then again, he knew better than to keep something from his friend. Not only did he respect the prince before him, he also feared him. Only a fool would not fear his friends. That did no mean Dorian was helpless, not in the least. A small thing about Dorian. He had the ability to control emotion. Or at least manipulate it. It had saved his life a few times. Being able to calm down a savage animal or man, for that fact, had kept him breathing. Though, angering a man just by being near him had also been useful. Especially since he did not like to get his hands dirty. It wasn't something he always needed to use, he hardly did, but it was there when he needed it. There was more than that, but his other power he kept to himself, mostly. In any case, he gave a small nod. If Christian didn't hear it from him, he would have heard it somewhere else for certain. Then again, he had been sent there to give him this sort of news, so better him right? "She was arrested. Two accounts. One being drunken in public and the other assault. She and another girl got into a brawl. Lorelei had been dancing with the girls boyfriend, or so the girl said. Her sister posted bail for her and she hasn't left her hotel since. My informants told me a man went to visit the room she and her sister share. I assumed a man from the club at first, but perhaps a lawyer, although the description seemed far too young." He decided to let that sink in before he went on. "She likes to drink and loves to go out. It seems she cannot keep herself from the spotlight, though I'm not so sure it loves her as much she it." He had heard rumors of the time previous to his arrival. Mere rumors, of course, but they had all been the same.

"As for my own princess? She has recently arrived here, with her younger sister. They are staying at the same hotel as your fiancé, so my men will be keeping an eye out for both. If she leaves, one of them will follow her. Seeing as, even though she does not yet know my face, I cannot risk spying on her the way I have done Lorelei. Other than that, I have not heard anything." He said as he stood up and poured them both drinks from his bar. Handing one to his friend, he asked; "Do you know yet where you will be staying while here?"