Mike and Bonnie are driving on the highway on their way to the hotel. The night felt young.. well at least to Mike it did. He was in a great mood. Speeding while rapping to his music out loud. He gripped Bonnie's inner thighs the whole way there.
They get to the hotel. He reached for his wallet.
He felt and felt for it.Mike: FUCK!
Bonnie: What's wrong baby?
Mike: I can't find my fucking wallet.
Immediately Bonnie thought this motherfucker is going to try to play the I don't have no money on me card.
Bonnie acting concerned but not too pressed. Just enough to come across as caring.
Bonnie: Damn boo, you lost all your money?
Mike: Oh hell no. I don't put my money in my wallet because of shit like that. My money is on me at all times. I just don't like losing my shit at all. Anything. Especially my i.d.
Bonnie: I'm sorry what else you had in there?
Mike: A couple of credit cards, it's all good though I get that back. I can't let this sweet thing go tonight. You're going to have to book the room for us.
Bonnie: That's no problem. I got it.
Mike: I'm going to have fun with you tonight.
Bonnie: (laughs) yes you are.
Bonnie gets out the car to check in
While Mike parks the car.Bonnie: I'm going to text you the room , I'll leave you key card down stairs.
Mike doesn't say a word and smiles.
She began to switch as she walked away. Mike pulls off.