The evil day orb was once again in the sky, you know that thing others call the sun. Damned bright thing that, at least that is what Morgan was thinking as he spatula scraped his pale ass out of the back seat of a rather sketchy looking taxi with more interior decorations than a Turkish bazaar. He paid the cabbie for the ride, which at various times had him holding on for grim death inbetween bouts of violent nausea. Never before had he wanted to kiss the sidewalk of the city, surely it was a safer bet than riding in that cab ever again. He silently vowed to walk anywhere he needed to go if he saw that cab idling. He also promised to hide behind something solid, preferably a steel and concrete mix, if he ever saw the cab in motion.<br/><br/>With a squeal of tires and the braying of several horns, the cab once again lurched out into traffic, creating its own lane to drive in as it motored off. Morgan watch, waiting for the imminent impact and crush of metal, strangely disappointed that there was not a wreck as the cab turned the corner. He turned, looked to the front door of Rhapsodic 2.oh and stepped forward, not yet trusting that he was still alive and not some ghost from an accident he did not remember being part of.<br/><br/>He passed through the door and looked about, today he was not in rare form, but rather sedate. He was freshly showered, and what is more, the permanent 7 o'clock shadow of a beard that usually decorated his face was not present. Luckily he had made it from the previous location with his credit cards and bank information intact. He was dressed rather calmly is Cassini clothes and even had pants and shoes on. A momentous occasion indeed. He made his way across the floor. Seeing Aline he could not resist the temptation.He headed over towards the small group at the counter, a grin on his face and mischievousness apparent in his eyes.