Ainsley can't help but give a small laugh, leaning back on her hands on Sam's bed. "Why, Sam," she drawls, all sticky sweet and exaggeration. "Champagne? That makes it seem as if you're celebrating finding your way into a strange parallel hotel adjoined to the White House. What would your colleagues say?"
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Date: 2014-09-05 02:50 am (UTC)