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[attr="class","lyric2misc"]I lost my mind, in the city of lights
In the backstreets buildings
and the neon lights

[attr="class","textbodmisc"]Honestly, Reagan had never even heard of this place before, which was embarrassing considering he had been living in London for nearly twenty years at this point. But his current missing persons case had led him to the so-called Fleur de Lis hotel. If you could even call it a missing persons case. Reagan had a feeling it was more of a wild child gone rogue situation, but the parents were at a loss and the Ministry had put the case on the back burner--likely coming to the same conclusion as he had--so Reagan was pursuing it. And one of his leads had brought him here: the Fleur de Lis. It looked relatively normal, really. Nothing about it was off. It was just a hotel. But there was something in his timeline that suggested that his clients' daughter would have passed through here at some point. Could have, anyways, and Reagan just wanted to cover his bases. If not here, then he had a couple more places to check off of his list. But this place was relatively close to the office, so Reagan figured he would check it out.

Nothing seemed amiss, though. There was a bar. There was a front desk. It seemed like a normal hotel. The upkeep was pretty good, too. Besides--what would she have been doing at a hotel, anyways? Even if the girl had been here, it would have been for a short time. Reagan had a feeling she was trying to get away from something, after all, which meant she would not stay in any one place for too long. Maybe he could ask Harper for some input on the case when he got back to the office, because he was honestly at a loss for what to think. And as normal as the place looked, Reagan just had this feeling that he was missing something. A gut instinct he just couldn't shake. Part of him wanted to investigate further, but he also knew that when it came to being a private investigator, there was a fuzzy line when it came to collecting information.

For the moment, though, he probably stood out like a sore thumb. Standing in the middle of the reception area, glancing around aimlessly, Reagan didn't really know what he was expecting to find here. Should he just... call it a day? That wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Sometimes he just needed to sleep on it. Not all cases were instantly solvable--as much as he had a tendency to go through cases at a rapid fire pace. Reagan was just about to turn on his heel and head out, conceding defeat to the mystery at hand for the day, when someone seemed to be approaching him. Well... there was no turning back now. Reagan gave a polite nod as he greeted the person, "Good afternoon."

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welcome to the jungle
_{we got fun and games}

What in the actual hell did he think that he was doing? He was just out on a stroll and he had the idea to go to a hotel like this. He doubted himself over and over as he had worked on getting the information that he had about the assignment and ever single sign that he had and every single report said that around this time every day of the week his mark was found here. Which meant one thing, looking like a sleazeball. He didn’t like that, but hey what was his reputation when it came to the job, right? He smirked as he walked past a delicious looking red head and smirked as the woman waved to him and blushed. Laughing as he kept walking Ennis looked around the place with a smirk.

He loved his job, but sometimes the places that it took him were more than a little odd. He would have sold his teeth, his good china and his father’s…. Well. He would have sold some valuable things to not have to go here, to be here. He had heard a lot of things about the place and honestly it was not somewhere that he had ever felt the need to go. Should he have wanted the company of a female, like Katya, he could easily seek her out again, or meet someone else in a bar. He personally didn’t feel like he needed to be in a place like this in order to meet someone. So being here just irked him.

Maybe it was because he thought that places like this made people lazy. Not the hotel bit, but the part that no one spoke of. The part that almost everyone knew what happened here. He was not one to judge, because honestly he might have come here if he wasn’t so proud, or hung up on the wife that robbed him. Feeling like a fool and then stalking Catrine had left him busy for a while, but the latter had started to bore him since she just wasn’t interested. Pity too, since he knew exactly things that he would have done and said, but he was going to have to agree with Sin and just move the fuck on with his life. He clung to things that he didn’t need to be clung to, he wanted things that he had no right to want and yes, that messed with his head more than it should have, but eh. That kind of happened when someone is lonely for so long, he supposed.

He looked around the place and couldn’t help but sigh before making his way to the bar when someone approached him. A younger lad Ennis would gauge him to be not more than five years younger, but then he was terrible with ages. ”Afternoon to ya lad.” He said with a nod, his thick brogue rolling off his tongue like molasses.

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