The rain crashed on their damp skin. Muffled groans as he splashed more water onto his companion. The puddles grew and grappled, yearning for more water, for more people to walk in them, splash themselves and those around them.
A light could be seen ahead. The two had been walking for hours, forced into the cold and the wet by a dare. They didn't hate each other, yet they weren't friends, or rivals, or enemies. They didn't want to change that though. "Finally somewhere we can hopefully dry off." One points out, continuing to trudge through the rain.
It seemed the light was a small inn, secluded in nowhere. One room was available, it was cheap, and the service seemed good enough. They agreed.
The bar and dining area was bustling with tourists and locals, obviously from miles away, closer than their home though. The food was nice. It wasn't to the taste of southerners however they could get used to it. The same with the drink. Alcohol was in limited supply, so they stuck to fanta, pepsi and sprite.
The night dragged on and the two grew tired, heads beginning to throb from the boisterous people and music seeping into every crevice of the building. The two made the hike to their top floor room in silence.
