He was driven to his hotel by a taxi. The ride was nothing fancy, and nothing with a spacey extent. Sean's luggage was a cluster both in the trunk and in the back seat. He didn't bring all that much, but he was regretting the large suitcase that was crushing his lap. "I've seen some crazy styles of hair before but yours takes the cake, my friend." The comment came from the taxi driver, he glanced at his rear view mirror to view the green-haired dude in the back. Sean laughed, "Hehe, oh really? You've never seen a super sweet head of hair then! Believe it or not, green isn't even my favorite color!" He shifted under the heavy suitcase and looked at the driver's shiny, bald head from the back seat. To this surprise the driver replied, "You dyed your hair to just some random color that isn't even your favorite? Why?" He adjusted the rear view mirror so he could see Sean's face. Sean shrugged slightly and answered bluntly, "Green is kinda my scheme. It represents me and my logo on YouTube. People like resembling me to the color green, so I gave them something more to admire I guess. I like how it looks on me too." The vehicle stopped at a red light so the driver was able to turn around and examine Sean. He nodded at the green-haired dude with a grin, "Well, your accent sure does do the job with that green scheme. Are you Irish by any chance?" They each heard a beep from behind them, thus making the driver turn back around to grab the steering wheel and press on the gas pedal.

"Yeah, actually I am. I just took a flight from Ireland, no kidding." Sean couldn't help but giggle to himself after saying that. It sounded so ridiculously consequential yet it was the flat out truth. The driver chuckled and slapped the steering wheel. "No kidding? So that's why you have so much shit with you! Pardon my French." He believed Sean. Sean smiled and nodded, "Yup, and I didn't even pack all the necessities! Just shit! Pardon my Irish." They both laughed at this; what a nice guy this taxi driver was. If Sean had taken any other kind of transportation he wouldn't have been as comfortable as he was right now. well, metaphorically speaking anyway.

《Time Gap》

The Staybridge suite was the hotel that the Irish YouTuber decided to stay at. It was close and convenient. Sean had help bringing in his luggage, a fine suited gentleman that worked at the hotel stepped forward with a genuine smile. "Welcome to the Staybridge hotel. I hope you enjoy your stay, mister...?" The richly-dresed man motioned his hand as if to say 'gimmie' in expectation that Sean would tell him his name. Sean hesitated for a moment; he took a minute before stating, "My name is Jack. Thank you for your kind welcome! So, where are they taking my stuff?" "They will transfer your luggage so you, sir Jack, don't have to use laborious effort. You are here to indulge, so leave the manner of working to us." Sean had to laugh. He felt like a little kid, having people take care of everything for him. Sean had booked his suite ahead of time, thankfully. They still ask your name though, it was only polite in their perspective. He was guided into the fancy hotel by the sharply-dressed gentleman, and boy was it huge inside! There were magnificent paintings as large as the welcoming signs from the airport! Sean held his breath, he was awestruck by the sight. "It's fookin' amazing in here! Oh-sorry, sorry!" He anxiously apologized to the proper hotel worker. The gentleman, who was now only slightly irritated, raised his voice a bit to affirm, "My good man, do be more watchful of that tone of yours. I say this with aid, and your apology is accepted so long as it doesn't happen again. Now, this way." Yep, Sean definitely felt like a child now. He was scolded for using unseemly language, or in his case, potty mouth.

"It won't happen again. I promise." The green-haired dude conveyed with his hands held together. Sean cleared his throat awkwardly, following behind the hotel worker quietly. He turned his head to glance at the suite doors and stopped at a door that that held the number, 'BJ69' and Sean immediately tried to cover his burst of laughter with both of his hands. His face turned red as he tried to muffle his laugh, but his attempts didn't work whatsoever. The suited man had to glare at the door, as if it was an old enemy. He had no idea what was so funny. "Sir, please calm down. Tell me what you're laughing at because I am jargogled! Why is it that every time I guide a person to or past THIS specific room they go insane and lose their buttons?! WHY?!" Because of this reaction Sean could only fall to his knees, laughing even harder. The gentleman stared at the Irish man, completely bewildered and faintly agitated. Although, seeing someone in such bliss was a soft spot in the sharply-dressed man's heart, so he couldn't stay mad long. So, he just sighed, smiled and shook his head. "Your sense of humor must be quite good to find a mere door this amusing. Now, can we continue? This isn't your suite, sir, sorry to say." The hotel worker stated while motioning a hand straight forward. Sean got back to his feet and wiped away tears of pure joy from his eyes. "Yes, yes, sorry! Heheheh, that just MADE my day! Lets go!" They didn't have to walk too much further before they arrived at Sean's suite. The gentleman opened the door for Sean and said, "Your suite awaits you, sir Jack. Your luggage will be with you momentarily." "Just call me Jack, not 'sir Jack', it makes me sound like a knight or somethin', hehe, and thank you so much!"

The Irish dude smiled and stepped into his hotel room eagerly. The first thing he did was drop his jaw at the rich room. He couldn't believe that he could afford such an outstanding suite. "Its like a house! Whoa! Look at that! Is that even real? Cool! Look over there, what is that?!" Sean asked many questions energetically. All he received was, "Enjoy, Jack. If you require anything the number is on the table right there." He pointed to the oval-shaped table that was made of glass and polished redwood. Sean kept nodding dumbly as the gentleman spoke, not catching a word he said. "Sure, thank you! Its perfect in here! I'd love it if you would bring me a fudge brownie with some ice cream, oh, and also an orange soda, please! Thank you again!" Sean declared this while beginning to stroll around the luxurious suite. The sharply-dressed hotel worker left to go fetch Sean's desert. The Irish dude spun in a circle with his arms out. "This place is SO cool! Tomorrow is going to be even better than I can imagine, well, I hope! So much to do tomorrow and-oh! I almost forgot!" He slapped the heel of his hand onto his forehead, as if doing that was trenchant. He pulled out his cell phone and scrolled through his contacts to find his parent's house number. Once he found it he pressed 'call' and held the device to his ear with a smile. As the other line rang Sean took small steps around the long couch which settled near the windows. After about ten seconds the automatic voice messaging of his parents apologizing for not coming to the phone was heard. Sean frown, he never expected his parents to be busy on a Friday. In fact, they were never really 'busy'. Whatever, it didn't bother him all that much. Sean put his phone on the table and stretched his arms over his head with a sigh. "I need a fookin' bubble bath. Where's the bathroom around here?" He walked around the suite for about a minute until he found the room he was looking for. Sean opened the bathroom door and grinned with arms akimbo at the opulent room.

He was halfway through taking off his shirt when a knock was heard at the suite's door. An unknown voice stated, "I am here with your luggage, sir Jack." Sean groaned quietly to himself and strode towards the door. Once he opened the door the first thing he said was, "Its just 'Jack'," he corrected the hotel worker kindly. The fancy employee gave Sean an inexplicable look as he walked past the green-haired dude with a long suitcase in hand. "Please, come in." Sean welcomed with an unamused tone, yet a smile on his face. The well-groomed hotel worker didn't; he finished bringing in two smaller suitcases then left, shutting the door behind him. "Great talk! Thank you!" Sean yelled out to the door as if the guy was just behind it. That was rude. What employee just barges in and then leaves like their customer or guest is trivial? That was the moment that Sean knew what to call that specific person. Bozoballs. Mister bozoballs, to be exact. Sean removed his shirt swiftly , making his way back to the bathroom to take a nice, long bath. He didn't see any bubble bath liquid, nor did he see a simple bath bomb of any sort. No problem, he'd just take a regular, much less awesome bath and enjoy blissful solitude. He turned the right knob to stream hot water into the bathtub. "This time I'm going to stay here so I don't fookin' flood the damn bathroom. I can't do that here, heheh," he giggled while taking off his fuzzy blue socks and tossing them on the floor. The thought of his dessert coming slapped him across the face as ANOTHER knock came from the hotel room door. "A fudge delicacy sundae and an orange side for a...'Jack'?" The voice stated questionably, no breaking and entering following after it. Sean smiled and strode out of the bathroom once more to open the door and ask jokingly, "Can't a guy just relax around here?" He kept his contagious smile, and the familiar gentleman smiled right back.

《Time Gap》

T-shirts, jeans, socks, Septiceye Sam plushie, toothbrush, toothpaste, and cologne. Everything he picked out of his suitcase was laid out on the Queen-sized bed. Sean looked at the clock that hung above the elegant bed, it was one in the morning. He needed to go to sleep NOW if he wanted to be prepared for tomorrow, no, today, rather. The Irish dude was in his comfy clothes, which most people called pajamas, but he was used to the nocturnal life so falling asleep at a decent hour seemed unlikely. His set the alarm on his phone for seven in the morning. He crawled onto the bed, over his stuff, and wiggled underneath the covers. "Its pretty damn cold in here! Brrr!" Sean hovered while rubbing his hands and legs together. He curled up into a ball under the blankets, closing his eyes and humming peacefully. Sean fell asleep within the hour. Unfortunately, the clock above his bed was three hours behind.