[ His lips twitch into a smile of his own. Sounds like a deal. He digs out the colourful bills from his wallet, waits impatiently for the clerk to notice before he says, Hey. The lady looks up from under her bangs. Logan pushes the stuff toward her.
He chuckles. ] Is that how it is?
[ He counts his money, scrounges up a few last dollarsā€”or joolies, whatever they call it hereā€”and catches the clerk's attention one last time for a couple of single cigars. He doesn't appear to have any hangups spending every last dime he's got, isn't especially concerned about it, either. He stuffs the cigars into his pocket and gathers up Karen's things, carrying it back out the door for her. She pops her trunk; he puts her groceries inside.
Then he's leading the way eastbound. He rides slow so she can follow, keeping one eye out for any cars who look like they wanna make trouble. With his bike alongside hers, though, nobody tries to bother them. Eventually, the stores give way to haphazard buildings, cheap and dilapidated. He pulls up beside her window for the third timeā€”and by now, she's probably figured out that means he's got something to tell her. ]
Pick your poison. [ He nods toward the random vacancy signs that dot the landscape. As he's discovered, they're all about the same level of crap standards. The nicest room he's found was a little up north, where the hot water runs pretty good in the mornings, but frankly, something tells him that was a fluke during his stay more than a guaranteed benefit. ]
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He chuckles. ] Is that how it is?
[ He counts his money, scrounges up a few last dollarsā€”or joolies, whatever they call it hereā€”and catches the clerk's attention one last time for a couple of single cigars. He doesn't appear to have any hangups spending every last dime he's got, isn't especially concerned about it, either. He stuffs the cigars into his pocket and gathers up Karen's things, carrying it back out the door for her. She pops her trunk; he puts her groceries inside.
Then he's leading the way eastbound. He rides slow so she can follow, keeping one eye out for any cars who look like they wanna make trouble. With his bike alongside hers, though, nobody tries to bother them. Eventually, the stores give way to haphazard buildings, cheap and dilapidated. He pulls up beside her window for the third timeā€”and by now, she's probably figured out that means he's got something to tell her. ]
Pick your poison. [ He nods toward the random vacancy signs that dot the landscape. As he's discovered, they're all about the same level of crap standards. The nicest room he's found was a little up north, where the hot water runs pretty good in the mornings, but frankly, something tells him that was a fluke during his stay more than a guaranteed benefit. ]