<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/2aif2na.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Alexander Emerson</strong></span><br/><em>Murphy's Tavern<br/>Day one - Night<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>: Aryanna Murphy</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Alex's eyes stayed true. If they strayed in any direction, it was up, in order to appreciate the frame work. Upon the landing, he had no need to restrain himself. the images on her door weren't amusing. They only outlined her innocence. Following her further, the two of them shared a long moment of silence. It was unintended, but every piece of phrasing that came to his mind sounded like a pick-up line, and he nearly panicked. Finally he settled on one of the better sounding remarks. "I'm- I'm not quite going to sleep yet. I think my adrenaline is got the upper hand on me." He spun himself about, clearing the air with a sense of apathy for the world. "thanks for the help, in all honesty, I probably wouldn't have asked anyone else. I might've found it, though."<br/><br/>He held out his hand to take the key back from her. "If the implied hour is correct, I suspect you'll be retiring for the night. I'll probably have a few more drinks before the sun comes up. I'm hard-pressed for sleep in times like this. I'm a natural problem solver. So, when i can't solve something, it turns into a pretty big problem." The unnoted respect that he had for this little woman twinkled in his eyes. In a way, he wanted her to stay up with him, he wanted to get to know her, he wanted to find out what haunted her nightmares, and inspired her favorite jokes. She seemed to be responsible for something, something beyond the organization of bar-tabs. Alexander felt like he was in the right place at the right time. "It was wonderful to meet you Aryanna. You'll know where to find me if you need anything." She was an employee at the tavern. But, his services yielded much more for her than hers did for him.