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Desiree sighed as she stared at the in from inside her black Aston Martin. Clasping her hand upon the handle of the door she opened pushed it open and stepped outside into the cool air as it swirled around her body. Despite being summer and quite warm she gave in to a shudder as she stared at the height of the inn. She had been looking through her mail one day to find a bunch of requests and flyers and decided there was one way to meet some people and that was to comply with some requests. As per requested she dressed in a slimming one shoulder dress with held her body tightly despite the fact that she could easily move in the thing. The material was soft and a layer of lace decorated the dress. Desiree wore a pair of five inch heels which she had to strap in and left her silky long legs bare of the usual stockings she wore.

Her waist length pure white hair had been curled and had been placed in an elegant looking half up-do. In her hand she held a small black clutch which matched her dress. Despite Desiree's face being bare of any make up except for her lip stick which was close to the shade of her original lip color, she still remained rather beautiful and fresh. Desiree wore a hint of some perfume which wasn't enough to be too powerful but just enough. Wrapping her fingers around the handle she walked into the inn and marveled at the beauty it held with a smile she looked around. Only she also looked around in search of the man who she was to meet with, his name, Conor Alvey. Taking a seat at one of the tables she distinctly remembered the sound of his voice when they were on the phone to each other.

Though he didn't give her many details he told her to dress in a black dress, the choice of the dress, he didn't care he just wanted a black dress. Though it was strange. Chuckling to herself she shook her head and crossed her legs over each other, waiting for his arrival. Though it wasn't like she was going to wait long really since she had done a little research about the man. He owned the inn so he couldn't be rather dangerous could he? she thought to herself with a shake of the head, the thought of him being dangerous disappeared from her head. She wasn't the type to judge a book by it's cover and she wasn't going to assume he was bad until he proved to her that he had evil intentions on this request.

Honestly, it was the second time she had been chastised about her outfit, sighing she ran a her fingers through her long locks of white hair she narrowed her eyes at Conor Alvey. She was wrong about judging too quickly because her first impression of him before she had even met him had been that he was a bad guy. "What the ******** is wrong with the way I dress? Everyone seems to be complaining about it lately!" she snapped. It was obviously not surprising in her opinion that he hated the way she dressed so since she knew she was better off changing again she reminded herself to bring extra clothing in case she was somehow addressed as a hooker. Mainly because of the way these people reacted to her wearing simple clothing which covered most of her skin, she might as well be a hooker. Frowning she held up one finger to Minnie to wait for a minute before she walked out the doors and opened her car up, taking out a bag on the seat opposite of the drivers seat and swung it over her arm.

Going back into the inn she entered the women's bathroom and began to slip her dress over her head. Desiree pulled a black blouse over her head and slipped her arms through the arm holes and tied the ribbon in place, grumbling to herself quietly as she slipped on her black slacks. Sliding off her heels and placing them in the bag with her clutch which she had emptied into her black bag she pulled on her flats. Walking swiftly back to her car she breathed in relief as it was still there. She had forgotten to lock it. Tossing the bag of the clothes she had previously wore, she took the hair tie around her wrist and tied her hair back into a high ponytail as she walked back into the Inn, standing next to Minnie with narrowed eyes as she gazed at Conor Alvey. Any remains of herself that thought that Conor Alvey was even distinctly attract to the eye had been killed by his horrible attitude. "Are you ******** happy now?" she questioned her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at him. It was definitely a bad way to start meeting people. Allowing her foul mouth to cloud her judgement but it seemed everyone hated her at the current time. Her Co-workers thought she was a hooker and a complete stranger was being a jerk towards her.

Turning to Minnie her eyes softened quite a bit as she gave her quite the warm smile unlike Conor who she only seemed to give cold looks and glares. "Ah yes Minnie, I am here for the request," she began with a chuckle at Minnie's energy which seemed to look as if it would never end, "Don't worry Minnie, I don't have any trust issue either, I'm sure we'll have a great friendship." Concentrating on Minnie for the time being she allowed the girl to release all of her held up energy before she until back to Conor, her soft gaze turned hard as she started icily into his mustard colored orbs. "Well, Mr Alvey, are there any details that we should know about, before we begin?" she questioned with a sounding rather monotone and indifferent towards him. It was clear that she obviously disliked him at this point and favored Minnie more than the man of the request.

Before Mimi could get her hands on that wondrous bag of miracles, Desiree had gotten a call on her cell phone! Oh, foo, she guessed she was going to have to leave poor Mimi all by herself! The redhead made a face as she gripped the purse she snagged to herself as she watched the lady leave the door to drive away. Wait, she had a car?! WHOA! Mimi had only ever seen one family with a car that they actually used to get around and that was such a long time ago she couldn't even remember if that was really, real or if it was just something she imagined really hard! Her mouth gaped open as she watched the vehicle speed away and probably crash into a lake somewhere so no one could ever see it again ever. But that was beside the point! Mimi had a mission to do and, even if she had just lost her partner, she had another friend who always was there for her!

~Exit Mimi!~

“I haven’t actually tried to food at the inn yet. It’s kind of sad too since I live there as well. I tend to survive on snacks and whatever is around at the coffee shop, which is where I work too.” Morgan answered her sheepishly. He was a glutton and all, but he tended to just grab whatever was nearby. It wasn’t the healthiest of things, but it was fine since he was still young. He was going to make good use of his metabolism before it slowed down. “And don’t worry, it’s my first date here too.”

He was about to reply to more of Tshila’s rambling, but when he felt her arm hook around his, he couldn’t help but pause in his attempt to calm his inward flailing. It was a struggle to keep himself from looking like a complete moron by looking embarrassed, but he came out triumphant in the end! He managed to keep his composure, and while his ears might have been tipped with red, he pulled through. Morgan opened the door to the Torpedo Inn for Tshila to enter first, making to answer her question as he did so. “Oh? You work at the circus? What exactly do you do there? That must be pretty exciting. All I do is work at a coffee shop.” He was actually pretty content with working there, and there was no way he would exchange that for something as dangerous as working in a circus.

Tshila was just about to step through the door and answer Morgan when some crusty old guy with a foul mouth shoved them both out of the way and caused Morgan to slam into the door, then just walked off before either could even respond or do anything besides be swept along by his sudden entrance, which completely disrupted their date. Morgan didn't even have time to move or avoid being hit, really.

What a jerk. Then again, if she was that creepy and old, she'd probably be bitchy too so it was probably understandable that he had a bit of male PMS going on. He probably realized how bleak and meaningless his life as an old dude was and just couldn't handle it. It was kind of sad, in a way. Maybe they should consider putting grumpy old men down--the way you'd put down an old cat that had lost all its teeth? But that would probably be kind of mean or something.

But Tshila didn't concern herself with the date wrecker, who was off a corner shouting at a potted plant or something (considering she didn't see anyone else around to be shouted at). At any rate, she was more worried if Morgan was okay since the crabby hobo guy had just blown through them like a pissy, geriatric hurricane. She shot the man a glare and took Morgan's arm. "Let's just go somewhere else. I can see why the place is empty," she said, trying to make light of it because, really, she hadn't been planning to turn the date into an all out brawl with a random, scraggly man. (Kind of tempting but, no...)

She smiled up at Morgan, a little concerned. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt anywhere? You know. Cause you hit the door kind of hard and all."

The best thing about being the best ******** maid cleaning attendant that this town had ever seen was that he could just lounge around in his room all the time and even slip out while he was on the clock to take a power nap. Conor was hardly ever any the wiser, so he never cared enough to break his habits. This day, however, he was laying on the special bed in his room that he used for lounging and watching a re-run of some old western that he could practically quote word for word by this point. He had been up for a little while, made some cleaning stops and was now just chilling back. Unfortunately, that chill would not last very long. He heard the lovely sound of a seemingly peeved boss calling his name, but that was usually just the way Conor spoke. There wasn't much that alarmed him any more after dealing with it for so long. He flipped the TV off and started down the stairs when he heard the rest of Conor's request. Ah, right. There was a new maid in town. Well, of course a new addition to the cleaning staff, since he wasn't really a maid.

He turned from the steps and looked first at Conor, then down at the girl that he was supposed to be mentoring. Oh did he have many a' lesson to teach her. When you're going to take your little breaks, you don't do it in the main hallway. There were many little places that he had discovered over the years. He shook his head as he looked at her. Somehow, he'd make a maid out of her. "Alright, follow me. I'm Riley, as I'm sure you've heard." He turned back around after introducing himself and looked at the others around while he waited for her to get her s**t together. There was some hot blonde chick, but unfortunately she was with some goofy looking ********. Eh, he'd won over babes from more. It would be worth pursuing if he didn't have some work to do. He rolled his eyes and continued a quick scan when he spotted someone else, oh ********. That must be exactly why Conor was in such a pissy mood and wanted to pawn this ho off on him. That guy that could be Keith's twin was back. This moping around and bitching about everything was getting old. He figured it wouldn't be long before he had to search the world over for the real Keith. ******** if he wanted to do that though.

A commotion at the inn, was there really anything unusual in this? If there was one place on the whole island where it was almost assured to hear people screaming at each other it was the in; especially since Conor had taken over that old man... it was so long ago, that Even Keith couldn't remember his name... or maybe he had just never bothered learning it in the first place even thought he was usually slightly better than Conor when it came to that. However, Conor was getting cloer and closer to not remembering anyone's name anymore, because Keith was just about to rip his head out. He had went through all that trouble of not shaving for him! And there he was, ignoring him like if he was a stranger! A nobody! Him! For a second, Keith was considering grabbing his good old pocket knife and stab the blond man to death. But then again, he hadn't gotten any in close to a month and that wa driving him crazy. There used to be a time where he couldn't go 5 hours. That was probably the only reason why he wasn't stabbing his fiance of almost 20 year to death - they should really get around to getting that thing finalized - and dumping him into a shallow grave. Instead, he chose the secon best option.

He walked toward Conor in a steady pace, fist clenched and did what anyone would do. Well, not anyone, but any Keith! Point was, his fist was now flying toward Conor's face, punching him right over his right eye, sending him flying to the ground, half knocked out. "Riley. How've you been. Still ******** things up? Good, good. Now, please ******** excuse me as I deal with your boss. Congratulation, you have the ******** day off now." And on that, he grabbed Conor's feeth and started dragging him out of the inn, not even bother to explain himself to anyone there. Heck, that inn was basically half his, and so was half of the restaurant! He was more of the owner of that place than anyone else, so he could do everything he wanted. Or something. Whatever.

~Keith and Conor exits the Inn~