<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98126.msg4306188#msg4306188">Quote from: subrob99 on 26-02-2011, 06:43:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Having had too much to drink and been up late the night before. I finally wake up and look at the clock and cant believe the time. If I don't dressed and make my way down stairs I wont be able to make any money today. So I quickly freshen up. I put on some black slacks and a white button up oxford shirt. I then make my way down stairs and into the common room. "Good evening, sorry for not coming down sooner I was up a little hung over from the night before. "<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>As no one but River was in the common room, he raised his gaze up from his tea and blinked a few times at what may or may not be a whore.<br/>"...late night last night?," he mumbled, then added, grinning low "It's morning.."<br/><br/>A sip of tea and a girl ran in, almost making him inhale it, grateful it wasn't boiling hot any longer.<br/>What on earth..? Was the information about the Teahouse accurate or false? This girl had a bottle and a glass with her. In the morning! If this got any worse, he'd reconsider spending his families money here and inform them of the odd behaviours, too.<br/><br/><em>"How may we help you, Sir?"</em><br/><br/>To not let his emotion show too much, he dropped his gaze to his teacup. Afterall, the Teahouse did have a good name. Maybe he was imagining things.<br/>"I don't know, miss. I'm thinking I might be in the incorrect place to spend my money...," he said quietly, something of the spoiled brat shining through anyway.