Parking in front of a decent looking motel, Judith unlocks her car. She pulls out some spare one hundreds from her wallet and hands them to you. You blush lightly at her gesture.
"Judy, no, I couldn't." You wave your hand dismissively.
"Hun, it's the least I can do." She urges, her old, wrinkly hand still holding out the cash.
"Ju-" You start but are quickly cut off.
"Hun, my arm is getting just as tired as the rest of my body. Now, please, take the cash and get a room." She huffs. You reluctantly take the money, thanking her before shutting the car door. You watch as the woman backs out and drives away.
Gripping the cash, you make your way into the front building. You pay for your room and take the key. Heading to room 31, you unlock the door and step inside. You take in the small cramped room. A small bathroom is to the left, one large bed and nightstand ahead of you, and a tv is across from the bed. It wasn't your home but it would be best to stay here instead of go there.
After shutting the door, you grab the remote to the tv and turn it on, flipping through the channels until you find a decent looking show. You fluff the pillows on the bed before crawling under the covers and snuggling into a comfortable position. Closing your eyes, you drift off to sleep.
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You awake to your phone playing Hypocrates by Marina and the Diamonds. Groaning, you reach for it to stop the alarm. After tapping on the phone blindly a few times, the song stops playing and you rest your head back down on the pillow. Your head still hurt and your headache hadn't returned which was probably a good sign. Rubbing your forehead, you sit up, swinging your legs off the side of the bed. You were still dressed in the tank top and shorts. You didn't have any clothes being you didn't stop by your house. Not did you have any shoes still. You probably looked like shit, which is exactly how you felt. You stand and grab your phone and what money you had left.
Today was probably a good time to stop by your place and get situated. So, you grab the key card and leave your room. You hand the key back into the clerk before heading in the direction of your place. You ignored all the weird looks from the New York sluts and assholes as you continue your way home.
Soon reaching your place, you jiggle the door handle. Shit, you think to yourself. Must've left the damned keys in that wreck or left it at Wades. Sighing, you turn to your left, walking stiffly to your neighbors front door. Knocking, you step back, waiting for them to answer. Soon, a teenage brown haired girl answers, a phone held up to her right ear, stuck between her head and shoulder.
"Can I help you?" She asks, giving you a sarcastic, pissed look.
"Um, yes." You respond politely. "I'm locked out of my place and is like to know if I could borrow a bobby pin?"
She speaks her goodbyes briefly to the person on the phone before hanging up.
