#laylaxmanning

Celeste wasn't paying attention when she walked into the suite, storming into her room after she'd been too annoyed with what was happening in the hub - only something was different this time around.  The main suite looked similar, but the second she opened the door to her room none of her stuff was there.  What in the actual hell was going on right now?  "What the-" and then she saw the asset sitting there on the bed, "who are you?"  That was when she made the realization, this was the SAME room but DIFFERENT suite.  Fuck, she was NOWHERE near her own room.  "I'm uh, shit, sorry, I thought this was suite one..."  Well didn't she just look like an ass right now.

He headed over to the couches, sitting down and taking a sip of the juice. He felt something off, however, and after a few moment’s deliberation, figured out what it was. He should have seen that it wasn’t pulpy, but to be honest, his eyes were wondering around the room, looking at the people here, not examining his orange juice for pulp. Tristan noticed someone watching him and presumed that he’d been making some funny faces. ‘I’m partial to high pulp; this just threw me off. I’m Tristan, nice to meet you.’