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[youngtimer]

[the elevator deposits her in the short hallway that leads to the penthouse, where Horatio is waiting to greet her]

Hey...

[seeing her like this takes him aback, definitely: she's usually so full of life and joy or mischief, and he wishes he could drag Peace back from the Starry Sea for her with his bare hands. the Fog must have had a reason for it, but he knows that reasons can suck just as much as they can be right.]

The pizza just barely beat you here. C'mon back.

[the Presidential Suite does, indeed, smell strongly of red sauce, cheese, and fresh crust, along with the hints of onion, fennel, and a billion other toppings. he leads Annie through the main sitting room and into his room, where he's set up a pile of pillows on the made bed, so that they can flop down and watch the movie. the pizza boxes are at the foot of the bed, and lounging nearby in a chair is Dolores, wearing a tasteful vintage loungewear blouse. there's a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of cola on the nightstand, along with a bucket of ice and a pair of glasses.]

Throw your stuff down wherever you want.