Without You, There is No Point in Surviving

Chapter 15 The Inn At Grimsby

Besides the fact that it was a fishing town, not much else was going on in Grimsby that evening. The most beautiful thing about the town was the seaside. The streets were crowded, no one flashed the couple a second glance, even the officer they passed, looked right through them. The white streak that was removed from Sweeney's hair seemed to be working, the thin beard he had grown helped as well. He grasped onto Nellie's hand as people flooded and pushed around them, trying to get home for dinner after their busy day.

"The Doctor from the last town recommended an inn keeper named, Monica." Nellie said.

"That one?" Sweeney pointed to a large building, saying Monica Clay's Inn.

"That one." Nellie echoed. Squeezing each other's hands, they walked inside.

The inn was bustling with several men and women, talking, eating, singing, dancing. "Hello! Welcome." A woman happily shouted, almost tripping on her way over to them. "Sorry, busy time, we have a birthday to celebrate." She raised her glass to a rosy cheeked man in the corner. "Needing a room? Would you like something to eat first?" she gestured around the room, "We have plenty to share."

Without getting to say much of anything, Sweeney dragged Nellie to a small table in the corner away from the celebration. The happy woman set plates of roasted potatoes, vegetables, and a hearty piece of chicken in front of them. "You two look absolutely famished." She declared. It was true, Nellie and Sweeney stared at the food, they're mouths watering.

"You're Mrs. Clay, yes?" Nellie said.

"Not Mrs. just miss please, in fact just call me Monica." Sweeney fished some coins out of his pockets. "Oh no, don't bother. We'll discuss payment in the morning. For now, eat, enjoy." She smiled waltzing off. Nellie and Sweeney took no time in devouring their first decent meal they've had in a little over a week. When finished it was dark out and they weren't in too much of a dancing, celebrating mood and requested their room for the night.

"I don't blame ya. You two look like you're about to fall over." Monica pulled a book out from under the desk and a pen to write with. She looked up at the two, "Names?"

"Sebastian Oakley," Sweeney said.

"Are you married?" Monica asked.

Sweeney opened his mouth but froze, he almost said yes but closed his mouth again. "Engaged." Nellie said. "I'm Margery..." Nellie paused, should she use her maiden name, would it be wise? "Plummer." She said.

Monica scribbled the names down, closing the book. "Right this way."

They followed the inn keeper down a long hallway on the second floor. She stopped in front of one of the closed doors. "Here we are." She smiled. "There's only one bed, a bit small too." She looked at the demon couple. "I'm sure you don't mind. Being engaged, you'll have to get used to it after all." She finished unlocking the door, showing them in.

It was quaint, with yellow wallpaper and flowers rotting on the window sill. A small, double bed in the corner of the room. "Let me know if you need anything." Monica smiled stepping out of the room.

Sweeney quickly went and closed the door. Nellie plopped onto the bed; a small layer of dust flew into the air. "Lovely." She crinkled up her nose looking all around. "Better than sleeping on the ground I suppose."

Sweeney placed their bag on the dresser. Nellie excitedly walked over to the en suite, poking her head through the door. Her smile faded among seeing a small porcelain bowl next to the wall and a window for dumping. A wash basin lay in the other corner, along with a pot of cold water, and towels. "My bagnios on fleet street was nicer." Nellie smirked stepping into the room.