<div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/SamMurphy.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Sam Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Murphy’s Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, late evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Matthew Ayman<br/><br/>The pleasant smile vanished from Sam's face. "I guess I wasn't doing as good of a job hiding my feelings as I thought I was," Sam commented. "A good friend of mine lost his family tonight," he indicated with his hand the TV behind the Check In station, which was now playing the late night news. The story of the murders seemed to be the highlight of the evening. Sam grimaced.<br/><br/>"But don't worry about me, Son," Sam straightened his back and lightened his face, laugh lines reappearing. "This town will pull through this as she always does. Lime soda it is."<br/><br/>Sam left the table but returned shortly with a lime soda from the bar. He had always been a very hands on owner. How could he expect his staff to do the work if he wasn't willing to put in the effort as well?<br/><br/>"Would you like to start a tab? Will you be staying with us? If so, I can just put it on your bill," Sam stated, the kindly smile returning.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/A8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aryanna Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897479#msg5897479)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Murphy’s Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, late evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alexander Emerson<br/><br/>Ary exhaled through her nose, looking down then back up, giving a little laugh to the man's description of his sister. When she caught his eyes again, she recognized just how powerful were the fear and concern. Her brows pursed and she gave his hand a squeeze. He'd paused and when he spoke again, something altogether foreign shown in his eyes. It didn't make her uncomfortable, but the unfamiliarity took her hand away from his to cup her ice water. She took a sip before answering him. The cold refreshing liquid made its way down her throat, spurring her vocal cords to life.<br/><br/>"Yes, Aryanna," she didn't know why but she was slightly surprised that he remembered her name. Something inside of her lit up. This man didn't make her blush to talk to him. He didn't ooze sex and money the way the writer had. Yet, there was something even more handsome about him. If she didn't know any better, she'd say he seemed almost innocent. She had this urge to protect him, take away all his pain and heart ache. That blush that wasn't there before? Well it began to creep across her cheeks, a light dusting on her nose as well.<br/><br/>"Well I'm not that young," she stated, her brow furrowing only slightly. She knew this man didn't mean any harm from his assumption. "I've had my share of troubles and heart ache, and I'll be 18 in three days. Thank you for your compliments but I'm surely no child. I can handle anything you throw at me," Ary smiled lightly and sat a bit straighter in her chair.<br/><br/>"Listen, I don't know your name, but I'd like to help you to your room. Do you know which one it is?" Ary glanced about the table, hoping to see his room key. When she didn't find it, she looked back to his eyes.