Damn it. [Is hissed lowly, the roadie having to breathe heavily as he tugged at the loose collar of his shirt. The heat of the room making him just grouse, giving into his urge to strip himself of his vest. Tossing it aside so it'd be on the bed.]
The hell is it so fuckin' hot in here for? Did they crank up the heaters? [He wipes his brow, trying
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Excuse me, where am I?
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Wait.
Is that music? Loud, obnoxious music at that. Someone is on this floor, and he decides to just march up to their room (it's fairly easy to find), knock, and say hello.
And ask them if they have a change of clothes, because his are disgusting and sweaty and my goodness, the air is almost pink with aphrodisiacs. So hey, you two, have somebody knocking on your door and then shouting when he realizes you probably can't hear him over the music.]
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Especially not Sasha. Cue the music stopping. He trying to resist the impulse to just jump the other man.]
Bro, you told me when I got here. The love hotel-[Which is cut off by the shouting.]...Hold on.
[Eddie reluctantly sets aside his guitar to open the door. Blinking at the other Sasha before glancing back at the bed.] ...Uh hey Sasha. I have another you in here...?
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I assume you're the Sasha this gentleman knows? [Maybe he fell into someone's mind by accident? Oh Goodness, it is hot in here. And why does he feel so...
Ach, he didn't want to think about it. He wanted to find a cold shower.]
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