“I think I said all of the right words last night just fine,” Nichole counters with a laugh. “I mean, I got what I wanted, right?” She lays back down on the pillows of the bed, holding the menu above her head as she reads it. “Man, an omelet would absolutely kick ass right now.” Her stomach seemed to growl in agreement. She rolls over onto her stomach and looks up at Adam. “Pretty please call the front desk and ask them for a Denver omelet with a side of bacon and a mimosa, please and thank you?”

“Good dick, a restful sleep, getting to wear one of those nice ass robes in the closet…” Nichole names off all of the things that she had wanted the night before, checking them off an imaginary list as she does. “Thaaaanks,” she says in a little voice when Adam gets off the phone, kissing his cheek as she hops off the bed and walks towards the bathroom. “I’m gonna check out the shower situation while we wait for the food.”

“Good to know, good to know…” Nichole strips back off her clothes and turns on the shower, taking her time getting clean before coming back into the room with a towel wrapped around her body. She stands next to Adam and shakes her head violently, throwing water droplets from her shaggy wet hair all around the room and all over Adam. “Damn, you were right, good shower.” She grabs one of the robes from out of the closet and wraps herself up in it, and then opens the door to the balcony, grabbing her cigarettes out of her pants pocket on the way there. “What’s your plans for the day? Anything?” she asks, leaning between the doorway from the room to the balcony, her hand with the lit cigarette in it stretched outside in a shallow attempt to keep the smoke from getting into the room.