Amsterdam.

The next day, they didn’t get up before midday; that damn Dutch beer had proven to be more sturdy then they took it to be. Orlando moaned and complained; the rest of the party kindly told him to shut it. He pouted a little, but finally just did the wisest he could; take a painkiller and drink lots of water.

Dom really wanted to go see the Rijksmuseum, so he went down to the reception for some additional information, which the woman behind the desk graciously provided to him.
When Dominic was about to thank her, she said: “Good thinking of you gentlemen to go to the museum this afternoon. Especially with all the thousands of freaks clogging up the city tomorrow. Excuse the pun.”
Dom was puzzled, so he asked her to elaborate. “You don’t know about Queensday then?” She giggled. “Oh my! It’s a holiday; we celebrate the birthday of our queen Beatrix. Her real birthday is on the 31st of January, but because her mother was born on that day, she dedicated it to her.”
Dom laughed. “That’s odd, but funny! What about the freaks?”
“Well, there are a lot of people visiting the capital from the provinces; they are even worse then the “normal” drunk-out-of-their-skull provincials that I told you about yesterday. You have been warned; goi going to be crowded, loud and insane. Not my cup of tea. No sir-rie. Oh, and you can expect a busy city tonight as well; there are a lot of people that are going to “pre-celebrate. But the real freaks will come tomorrow.”
Dom’s smile became a frown.
“I’m sorry sir, but it seems it must have escaped your friends attention.”

When Dom returned to “Headquarters” as they jokingly had named Orlando’s room, he softly slapped Orlando on the back of his head, this causing the curly-haired to resume his moaning; much to the hilarity of Billy and Lij. “Ya daft wanker! Mr. I-know-everything-about-the-Netherlands!”
“What?! What’s going on?” Orlando looked surprised.
“Apparently, it’s a some big holiday tomorrow and Amsterdam will be flooded with insane people who will be totally annoying, so we can forget about walking around without being asked for autographs or pics!” Dom rattled. “Now what?”
Orlando looked disappointed. “Guys, really, I had no idea!” He lifted his hands up in an apologetic manner. Dom rolled his eyes, but he stopped when he heard Elijah’s idea to take a “fieldtrip” tomorrow. He smiled. “Good idea, Lij! Seems we at least got one person with brains around here…” he said, while he winked at Orlando.

Billy hadn’t said anything, cause he was mesmerized by Dom’s appearance, damning the eyes of the object of his affection.