The hotel in question is less a proper, upstanding establishment and more of a sordid conglomeration of rooms for let. She leans heavily on him and giggles and laughs through the foyer and up the stairs, ignoring the matron's glares as she watches them ascend.
"She'll be wanting her cut, later, I suppose." River keeps him close as she fishes out the key to the room she keeps.
The room is small, a simple bed in one corner, with a wash basin and a wardrobe. There's a table with two rickety old chairs as well. She settles into one of these chairs with a wince and a sigh.
"Under the bed." He'll find a beat to hell leather bag that reveals a very advanced medkit inside.
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Date: 2010-11-16 09:22 pm (UTC)"She'll be wanting her cut, later, I suppose." River keeps him close as she fishes out the key to the room she keeps.
The room is small, a simple bed in one corner, with a wash basin and a wardrobe. There's a table with two rickety old chairs as well. She settles into one of these chairs with a wince and a sigh.
"Under the bed." He'll find a beat to hell leather bag that reveals a very advanced medkit inside.