<em>Ingrid with India, Aline, Morgan, and whoever else is near</em><br/><br/>Hungry, though not for food, Ingrid's gaze turned predatory and locked on Morgan, hunger flicking in the flames of her eyes as she looked him over.  "Alright. I'm going to see about getting a hotel room. If anyone can't afford it, you point them my way, but I'm not paying for someone who can, I'm nice but not that nice."  She snickered and moved closer to Morgan, her desire for him burning like the fire behind them.<br/><br/>She could quash it, right? Surely?<br/><br/>[Will pick up at the Awful Waffle later.]<br/>