A blonde kid with a broom looked around and then up at me. As if askin' for permission to clean the dust from the vamps up. Course I nodded and slid off the bar stool. The entire bar was a wreck. Patrons havin' gone out the back entrance. Vamps comin' at me towards the front. Idiots. Tha' had been their final destination. Well, 'side from hell tha' is.
But damn! I felt alive and enpowered. Hungry and damn well fuckin' horny. Too bad all the guys left but the pimpled face kid sweepin' and the beer belly bartender. I wasn't that horny. I was though, that hungry.
Knowin' the hotel hadn't anything to eat, I made my way to a Seven Eleven and paid for some Doritos and a can of Sprite. Finishin' it on my walk back to the hotel. Of which had been a pretty fuckin' long one if I do say so myself. Tha's only natural when ya leg had been twisted at wha' might'a been a ninety degree angle. Definite ow's. Even f'a Slayer. Ah well. Worse I had was the gash across my knuckles, bones showin' and wha' jus' might be a broken rib. I'd live though. The thing I was mainly worried 'bout were my clothes. S'not like I had any but the ones on my back. If I had to wear sommin' of Cor's...well, cheah...tha' ain't g'na happen. I rather five finger discount than wear sommin' more trashy than wha' I normally wore.
Swinging open the lobby doors, I called the first name outta impulse. Which had been, "B?" before falling to my ass on the top landing of the foyer. Is tha' wha' it was? I ono. Boss used to call entry ways foyers. Beats me why. I mean, if they hadda name already, why name it twice?
(Open to anyone inside the hotel lobby.)