At Bricen's inquiry Alice had turned to stare at him thoughtfully, as if almost remembering something, before commenting off-handedly.<strong>"Laplace? I don't know any Laplace. My name is . . . . Weston. Yes, that'll do."</strong><br/><br/>. . . That was the worst lie about your name ever. Ever! Apparently she didn't quite recognize Bricen. Perhaps she was too distracted by her overly sexy friend, as she dragged her off towards one of the rooms she had found. This one was surprisingly clean, with a decent bed, and was probably used by the leader of the bandits. Releasing Maribelle's hand once they were inside, she moved over to hop onto the bed, kicking off her little shoes.<br/><strong><br/>"Well, clearly it was an excuse. An excuse that has merit, but an excuse none the less! Now, it's time for more of the dancing!" </strong><br/><br/>The normally deadpan Alice had a bit of a twinkle in her eyes, and pulled out a small bag of coin from her robes, looking just a little bit excited. Then again, considering her reactions to Maribelle's dances so far, that was to be expected!