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[caterwaiter]

It was a busy night at the restaurant, but whatever -- more bucks to bring home, right? "Home" is an interesting concept these days, shacked up with Kevin, his not-boyfriend-turned-possible-maybe-boyfriend, though where that left Jason, Kevin's missionary-boyfriend-turned-possible-ex-missionary-boyfriend Scotty isn't sure of. He should feel a

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[goddamnbat]

"I take it you're new?" Here's a slightly tired pretty billionaire, on his way to the gym. "Welcome to the hotel, then."

[caterwaiter]

The scenery is nice, Scotty has to admit. He's still in single mode so every new guy gets a cursory once-over. "Uh... Thanks. I... think. I'd feel more welcomed if I knew where I was and how I got here." After a second's thought, he mutters aloud to himself, "...maybe the salmon was bad tonight..."

[goddamnbat]

"You're in a hotel," Bruce says patiently. "I can't tell you how you got here, I don't know myself." There's an amused smile. "Though it could have been bad salmon. I was just going back to my penthouse and then I was -- well, here."

[caterwaiter]

"It would have to have been some pretty bad salmon to cook up all this..." He glances around at the lobby, suddenly feeling small and a little lost, like the first time he stepped off the plane in LA. He doesn't like that feeling. "I'd guess I was dreaming but you're pretty normal for my dreams. Ten fingers, two arms, flesh-colored..." So he's being slightly firtatious but maybe he is dreaming, and if so, why not score with the random hot guy?

If he isn't dreaming... Scotty's really just trying to do everything but freak out.

[notbirdnorplane]

And Clark will walk by and look over at him a bit ruefully. "... Just get here?"

[caterwaiter]

Turning around, he tilts his head and raises his eyebrows. "... yes?" It seems the only appropriate answer, even though he isn't really sure where here is. What else could he say? "Though it'd be nice to know where here is. And why here isn't L.A." He flicks his eyes over the stranger, quickly taking him in. Looks nice enough.

[notbirdnorplane]

"Nobody's entirely sure, really. It's... a hotel. Um, and... people just... show up from wherever they are. And nobody can get back out."

[caterwaiter]

Scotty lowers his chin, stepping a little closer to him. "So we're in Hotel California? At least I know I haven't left the state. Who are you?" It's probably not polite to demand that information without offering his own first, but... oh well. Politeness isn't a high priority for him right now.

[heroweneed]

Harvey, who's not so much pretty as he is ruggedly handsome (or he would be if he was getting any semblance of sleep at nights), is on his way to his makeshift office when he sees the new arrival.

"Welcome to the hotel." Harvey's smile is tired but he is making an effort to be bright and welcoming.

[caterwaiter]

Is this a hotel of men? If it is, this is a pretty decent set up. Nice hotel, sunny island, plenty of good looking men cycling through. As long as he isn't thinking with the logical pieces of his brain (the pieces reminding him about Kevin and his parents and his friends, for instance), he actually doesn't mind it here.

"Thanks. I think. Not sure if it's really the sort of place you're happy to go to, but." He gives a little shrug of his shoulders and slides one hand into his pocket as he offers the other out to him. "I'm Scotty Wandell."

[heroweneed]

"This is true," Harvey says wryly. "Still, it could be worse, right? At least, that's how I'm trying to look at it." Of course it could be better, what with the resident pyschopaths, but that's neither here or there at the moment.

"Harvey Dent," he introduces himself, shaking Scotty's hand firmly.

[caterwaiter]

"Things could always be worse," Scotty agrees. His eyes go wide a little, staring at their hands, before he looks up at Harvey with a wide grin. "Quite the handshake you've got there. Lawyer?" Kevin's had never been that masculine, but it had tried to be. He narrows his eyes and shakes his head, drawing out the word 'no.' "No... Hm... Politician?"

[drcaresalot]

Cameron will walk by and give Scotty a warm smile. "Hi. Welcome to the craziness."

[caterwaiter]

"Just when I was beginning to think I'd died and gone to gay man heaven." He smiles at her and holds out his hand. "Scotty. Are you the only woman here? If so, we're going to have a monopoly out on these men."

[drcaresalot]

She laughs and shakes his hand. "Allison. And I'm not the only one, although we're... definitely outnumbered by the guys."

[caterwaiter]

"All the better for us then," he grins. "Way better than L.A., if you forget about the being stuck here part. All the guys there are either involved or something you don't want to get involved with." Including Kevin... who's a little bit of both, actually... ...and Scotty already misses him. How pathetic is he?

[beautifullygood]

Aaron gives a small smile, rubbing a towel over his still wet hair. He has his swim trunks on, but has modestly added a t-shirt (bare skin in public still makes him a little nervous).

"Are you new...?"

[caterwaiter]

Scotty turns to find his sights landing on what is most definitely an adorable gay man. His gaydar is pretty accurate, not that he really has to finetune it in L.A., but it was a useful skill back home in Mississippi. "I sure am. Do I still have the new car smell?" he teases. He really is a giant slut today, but whatever.