Room 210, Saturday Evening

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A little earlier today – but after the kerfuffle on the island had died down – Ezra had decided he was going out tonight. Somewhere fun, with pretty people and alcohol. He'd showered, put on a good suit, sprinkled some glitter in his hair for the fun of it (and because he'd found that tended to make people want to run their fingers through his hair), and generally gotten ready for a good night on the town.

And then he'd decided he was too lazy to actually go anywhere.

And that was the story of how he ended up flopped down on his back on his bed in a suit, leafing through a gossipy magazine. Nicely done, Ezra.

[ooc: Open door, open post.]

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"Pass," Ronan said, waving a hand at Ezra. "You have a fantastic night. I know I will."

He hoped he would, at least. If what he bought was truly showing him the way, he'd be out of here soon.

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"I didn't know that word was even in your vocabulary," Ezra drawled. His gaze flicked back to the magazine. "But, whatever you say."

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Ronan said nothing else. Just rolled his eyes, hefted his back up and went on his way.

Such a lovely interaction that had been.