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Virgil continues his search for his shirt, Uber already on the way according to the phone. He takes a left out of the bedroom, keeping an eye out for the shirt he'd been wearing last night- he was pretty sure it was grey. Maybe a navy blue. A groan as he's stopped by the hallway ending in a bathroom; way too fancy and tidy. The whole decorated room probably cost more than his rent payment. Letting out a quiet curse- he remembered nothing about the layout of the house. Can't imagine he'd paid much attention at the time.

He's just about to turn around and guess again when he hears her voice carrying through from the direction of the bedroom. Another curse and a glance towards his phone. Ten more minutes, but it was starting to feel like forever. Running a hand through his hair as if it could improve the disheveled state that came with a hangover and a long night in the bedroom, Virgil started back towards the way he came.

Stopping, he finally gets a good look at the woman standing in the doorway and is more satisfied with what he saw than his previous glance beneath the covers. Standing there in a soft looking dressing gown, for the first time in awhile, Virgil was the one feeling out of her league. "Appreciate that," he comments with a glance towards the direction she pointed to before his eyes dart back down to his phone. Time had never seemed so slow. "You wouldn't happen to have a guess as to where my shirt ended up, would you?" A long shot- she probably remembered just as much as he did and he immediately waved the question off.

"Forget it. I'm sure I won't be the first shirtless customer."