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It’d been an hour or so since he’d arrived at the luxury hotel for the evening, time which he’d spent enjoying a flute glassful from the complimentary chardonnay and one of the mint chocolates that came with the suite. Flynn wasn’t surprised at checking in first, even if the vacation had been Roxie’s prize -- he was the one that had been residing in the city for a few years now while everyone else had remained somewhat transient. He didn’t mind the peace that came with the quiet, lounging on the couch, boots long since kicked off to revel in the full comfort that came with the cool leather.
He’d meant to sit up once more as soon as his ears prickled with the soft click of the door, responding to the keycard on the other side, but his large form had sunken in so far that he was ill-prepared for the flurry of motion that rushed towards him. Blonde hair tickled at the lips and nose as slender arms slipped around the male’s neck before standing up again to give her best motherly scolding of a look. “Billy Flynn Josue Motier, don’t tell me you’ve already popped the free wine without us!”
“What can I say,” the male chuckled, “I love a good vintage when I see one.” Propping his elbows against the cushions to return to an upward sitting position, his eyes caught onto someone else coming up from behind his sister. Almost reflexively, a smile creased his features. He didn’t need to check; he’d been aware of who’d Roxie invited to the trip the moment she’d texted about it. “Hey Aja, hey Nando.” Though it was unintentional, Flynn craned his neck a bit to get a better look at them as he gave a little wave.










