<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Laundry - Bloody Hell!!</em></span></strong></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://media3.popsugar-assets.com/files/2015/01/06/043/n/1922283/c3bb29ee1d12b9d4_CillianJI9phI.xxxlarge/i/Sexy-Cillian-Murphy-Peaky-Blinders-GIFS.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dr. Artemis Fowl II<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>Administrative Chief of surgery<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>October 1, 4:00 a.m.<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Guinevere Staff Apartments, hallway<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Tired, stoic.<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Hover over dialect for translation.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Amira Hensley<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em>[/font]<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>The Irish doctor was highly amused at the woman who seemed to be put out of her surroundings. America for anyone across the pond was a lot to take in. Needless to say as he held the door opened for them and shut it behind them as she finally entered, he did get a good look at her backside. <br/><br/>Flesh and lots it. <br/><br/>Artemis Fowl licked his lips his Irish accent thick as he tried to pronounce his words carefully so that she understood him. Her accent was clearly muddled with an American accent at best.  The man smirked giving her a slight chuckle oh he noticed just how little amount of clothes she was wearing. <br/><br/><strong>"Laundry day?"</strong><br/><br/>He asked rather amused as he held out his bad hand that had the cut wrapped up and gently shook her hand, <strong>"Artemis Fowl, pleasure to meet yer, Amira." </strong> <br/><br/>Setting his keys down he went over to the fridge where the mini kitchenette stood and peered inside, <strong><acronym title="Hey care for some Guinness? I have some wine or Irish Whiskey.">"'Ey, care for a Guinness? Erm. Oi 'ave some wine or OIrish Whiskey."</acronym></strong>  <br/><br/>He pulled out his beer and uncapped it with the bottle opener then got whatever she was having, even if it was water, just go with it. Handing her the drink he motioned to the couch, <strong><acronym title="Go on have a seat I'll call up Maintenance, good?">"'Shov' on, 'ave a seat, Oi'll rin' maintenance. Gran'?"</acronym></strong>  <br/></span></span>