“Staggering, more from sleep than drunkenness as he hadn’t indulged like he’d been known to in the past, he made his way to the cramped bathroom at the other end of the glorified closet with a bed that passed for his hotel room. Small as it was, it was a might bit prettier than a lot of places you happened upon along the road, especially this far out. The fact that the sheets were clean and he had yet to discover anything crawling about lent him comfort. Sighing long and with... deep relief Quey loosed a dark yellow stream into the toilet for nearly a minute before he thought he was done. He gave the lever on the side of the bowl a push and took a deep breath to clear his head before deciding that if he was going to be worth a shit in the morning he was going to need some water. He found a plastic cup near the sink and filled it with water and drank hastily, droplets spilling from his lips and dampening his shirt, before filling and drinking again. When he was through repeating the process a few more times he walked back toward the bed. Halfway there, with the water slowly working its revitalizing magic, he heard a soft sound outside. Curious he went to the window and parted the curtain. Rain was sitting on the trunk of the blue car backed into the space in front of his room with her face in her hands.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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