It was late morning and Eames was a master mind of evil, even at this time of the day. He was sober, or more so then he was before. The hangover wasn't even that bad. He'd battled worse. The feeling that Arthur however would have a harder time with it however... amused him.

Eames was currently stretching, towel wrapped around his naked body, fresh out of a shower, hair slicked back and damp still. He clinked around things, from a breakfast cart that had been delivered not long ago. In his hand was a bloody mary with a celery stick sticking out of it. In the other he tossed a tin lid, loudly on a plate, in hopes that it would wake the dead to the world Point Man from his compromising slumber.

The hotel suit that had still, left over from the job the day before, was thrashed. The bed sheets were thrown and twisted. The blankets fallen off the bed. Clothing, both mens suits, were strewn all over the room as well. Arthur's suit vest was draped over a knocked over lamp even.

Arthur? Well Eames had been nice enough to let the naked man sleep in while he went to shower. But now Eames was making noises to wake the man, while snacking on breakfast.