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*walks downstairs, stretching and yawning, though he needn't really do either, and places the key back on the bar*

Room is free now, bar.  And please, the next time we ask for a room, can you guarantee there are thick black curtains?  My eyes hurt now.

*there is no response from the bar, other than the key disappearing, and so he assumes his suggestion has been taken to heart.  As much as a bar can take things to heart*

*scans the room for familiar faces, and seeing only Lestat reading a book, takes a seat in a far-off, dark corner*