You asked the guy behind the desk where Journey went, and he told you she's in room three. When you ask where the other room she payed for is, he fives you an odd look and says only one was rented. You head up and into room three and see Journey spread out on the double bed, bathing in the sunlight from the window with a roach between her lips. You ask why she didn't book you a room I did. Sharing is caring, y'know.
Comments
0No comments yet.