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[oom: Iris takes it upon herself to begin a record of her stay through "letters" to her father.]

After trying to sleep on a table, in a booth, on the floor and on a chair next to the fireplace, Iris comes to one conclusion.

"This hoovers."

She slinks back to a table ~~If a speedster could slink.~~ and promptly buries her head in her hands. What follows is silent begging for something to render her unconscious so she doesn't have to worry about finding a room and paying for it. If there are rooms. If she has money.

She bangs her head on the table and then rubs her temples.

Yeah. This hoovers. Majorly.

[ooc: It will suck less if she had something to talk to though. *whistles innocently and trudges off to work not that this will prevent commenting*]

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He looks up to the tally board and sees that Iris West has been added to his tab. He pats Bar. "Thank you, lovely."

"Don't worry about it too much. We've had people running a tab here for months now. Have you had anything to eat yet?"

"So long as my world's not gone, I can pay you back...well...once I can leave. If I'm not dead. Maybe I can borrow money from Barry."

She takes off her red sunglasses and rubs her eyes. Because she's tired. Right. She's not upset just tired.

"No. I drank a lot. Well, a ridiculous amount. Not that you can tell, really." A great deal more than any human could who wished to live to tell the tale. Iris, on the other hand, is only just feeling slightly hungover. Damned metabolism.

He nods. "Would you like something to eat, or do you want a room right away?"

"I probably should eat something. Um...could I have four mushroom omlettes?"

Though she looks worried because if Richard's paying, chances are that's a lot of money. This is necrotic to the Nth degree.

"I could eat less. Or not eat. Really I just need a large glass of water."

Richard grins and rolls his eyes. "Hush, and don't worry about it."

He fetches the four mushroom omelettes and the large glass of water from the kitchens.

"Here you are."

She eats rapidly to save herself further embarrassment.

Then she downs the glass of water.

"Thank you."

She feels a little bit less like the Swamp Thing now.

"No trouble."

He grins.

"And, no offense, but that's quite a breakfast for a kid your size."

[ooc: stupid typo]

She manages a tired grin. "You're mega-apocalyptic, Richard."

"Yeah. It's my metabolism. I'm like Barry, Thad and--"

Looks down. "Wally."

Iris is still not used to Wally being fourteen and not her father.

"Oh, are you a super hero too?"

She looks sheepish. "Sort of."

"Sort of? What, are you a super villain? Or have more toys than powers?"

He grins teasingly.

She chuckles. "I'm like a junior super hero. I'm called Kid Flash."

"Should I call you that or Iris?"

Amused. "Please call me Iris. I haven't exactly done anything heroic for you lately."

He laughs.

"All right, Iris. What sort of room would you like?"

"Hoo. My own room? I suppose something with lots of sunlight."

He nods and gets a key from bar.

"Here you are. It's on one of the upper floors. Should have lots of windows."

Impulsively and very quickly, Iris gives him a hug. "Thank you."

Richard gives a quick hug back.

"No trouble."

"And now I think I'm going to go pass out."

Waves. Then she's a yellow and red blur.

"Seeyoulaterthough."

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