So far have I journeyed, to find, at the end of the road, a place to rest my weary head. A fierce looking door man stares at me. After checking my travel documents, he tells me the suites are all taken, but a few rooms are still available.

I cautiously enter the dimly lit lounge. Instantly, I am comforted by familiar sounds. The music of my home! I wait for the pretty girl on stage to finish her number, then applaud. It is time to unwind. I just may have finally found the place to let my hair down.

Moving toward the bar, I notice a tall, good looking Egyptian male.

Should I? I am reasonably clean, but haven't shaved since Damascus.

Oh well.

I slink over to the bar, and position myself a few cubits away from him.