<b>Name : Cloe Perez <br/>
Location : Zodiac Island <br/>
Time : 19 June <br/>
Tagging : Kenji <br/>
Mood music :Royals - Lorde<br/>
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</div></b><br/>Now that they were out of the metal cages she instantly felt better. Gone was the anxious fear, gone was the nausea,only a pleasant buzz. She lazily rolled her head towards him when he mentioned the dinner party.<b>"I don't do fancy dresses, this is the fanciest thing I own. Unless I can show up in expensive underwear, I have loads of those. Your fault for not telling me so you ow me something nice to wear for tomorrow." </b><br/><br/>She nearly stumbled over a rock, snort laughed at the fact, then started jumping bunny hops for some absurd reason. She stopped and threw a hard punch at his shoulder.<b>" Don't be a teat! I'm not a basic bitch! I don't mean cups and shirts and shit. I mean shit that belonged to a super. I bet someone will pay big if we find some crap that belonged to Apolo, orComet or something." </b><br/><br/>The hotel it turned out was really not that far and after about a 15min walk they entered a very posh looking reception.<br/><br/>Cloe stumbled on a stem, staggered slightly before knowing into a face in the entrance. It shattered.<b>" Fucking hell, that shattered huh. Sorry" </b>She leaned over his shoulder as he checked in<b>"Hay, he said all expensis paid right, send champagne up, its our anniversary and shit!" </b><br/><br/>The porter had their bags ready and was about to show them to the room when her foot caught a rug and she went down, very Un ladylike, her short dress showing she wasn't joking about expensive underwear.<br/><br/>She was up surprisingly fast though, and in a quick sudden movement jumped into his back.<b>"The fucking hotel is trying to kill me. Carry me" </b>