"good" she says grinning. " you can believe it was just for research. i have glasses,they scream research. i wore these before the hipsters did.so you can take that to the bank." she holds his hand tightly as if when she lets it go,he'll disappear." should we go back to the rv or what? i'm getting awfully tired." she says with a yawn.

terea shrugs. "probably not. we sleep on the couch.and it's either spermy or vomity. that,i can assure you." she pulls out her wallet. "i got 50.you want to hit a hotel? we could get a continental breakfast..." she says as if it's a 1000 dollar bribe.

ooc:cant says i ever have. but i looked it up and it seems pretty right on. and mr jones.the clock on the wall,says thats all.

"yay!" teresa says,still holding his hand. she finds a hotel,similar to the first one they stayed in. slaps the 50 down and takes the key to the room. inside the room,she drops her trousers,and gets into bed with just her t shirt and underwear on."hold me,please?" she says over her shoulder.

teresa wakes up and gets a shower in the scummy,probably hidden camera infested hotel bathroom.after she is done,she runs out to get some breakfast. luckily,there is a harvey's next door and she procures some poutine for her and her boyfriend.


ooc: yes,i had to look that up. it seems american chain poutine is looked down upon,and i didnt want horrid imaginary poutine for our imaginary people. though the idea of mcdonalds or burger king,or even kfc serving it sounds very weird.

Teresa kisses derrick's cheek. " i thought so too!" She grins.

"Me too." Teresa says,slipping her shoes back off. " i hate shoes indoors...though this Hotel carpet probably isnt barefoot safe."

Vara wakes up, her head still pounding, after being passed out on the couch for over 24 hours. Immediately, she grabs at the bottle of vodka on the table and takes a swig of it. "Good morning!"

Vara looks around. "Apparently. Where's Tray-sa and... the two other men?" She asks, grabbing the vodka and getting up from the couch.

teresa pops her head out of the bathroom. "crap,derrick! when were we supposed to be back the rv?!" she says panicked.

"I dunno," Derrick says, slipping on his shirt. "I'm sure we're fine, though. They're probably fucking or...you know, preoccupied."