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Wharekauhau Country Estate, New Zealand
Oct. 15th, 2008 08:07 pmThe hotel was nicer than anyplace Tyler had ever stayed. Real art on the walls, sheets with a huge thread count, real antiques and a real fireplace in the room, a little leather binder with ecru pages listing all the five hundred activities and spa treatments sitting on the bed.
There was a time when it would have made him want to puke.
Though right then, what Tyler cared about was finding something potable in the mini-bar and going to sleep. "So jet lag's not any better in a private plane," he announced to Tony as he opened a tiny bottle of vodka.
[OOC: For the guy with him, NFB due to distance.]
There was a time when it would have made him want to puke.
Though right then, what Tyler cared about was finding something potable in the mini-bar and going to sleep. "So jet lag's not any better in a private plane," he announced to Tony as he opened a tiny bottle of vodka.
[OOC: For the guy with him, NFB due to distance.]
