"Cool." Cressida checks the time on her phone and sighs. "Wil's gonna be so mad that I'm out late. And I'm probably going to get grounded for drinking again." Since fixing her glamour earlier, she looks more like her actual age (16).
Meun tilts his head curiously. He had totally forgotten humans had drinking ages, though he supposed that was because he hadn't done his job much lately
Aspen flew around the car
Baz continued to follow after the group, standing next to Meun as he listened to the others talk, deciding to not really comment on the conversation. The only person that would honestly get mad at him for drinking was Daus, a godly friend who tended to check on him every once in a while.
Alright. Here we are." Al said, guiding them to a large motel. And then into his room. His suitcase lay beside the bed, and his keys lay on.the table.
"There's plenty of refreshments in the fridge, cable's decent too." He said. "Ice and towels are free."
Cressida walked in and sat down, checking her phone. She scrolled through notifications of missed calls and texts, all from Wilma.
Meun looked up at the hotel with wide eyes. He didn’t think he had seen anything as nice since the last time he was in his realm
"Hey, the bed' s all yours." Al said, patting Me in on the back.
Baz looked around the room with interest, finding it a lot nicer than what he was used to. He tended to move around a lot, so most of the hotels or apartments he was in weren't in great neighborhoods.
"Oh, you don't have to do that," Meun said quickly. "You should have the bed, it's your hotel room."
"I'll let you in on s secret." Al said leaning in. "I don't sleep much, if at all." He said, grinning.
"But…um…" Meun tried to insist, but he couldn't seem to come up with a good excuse. He had been sleeping on the floors of abandoned buildings for the past year or so, and a real bed sounded wonderful
"Call if you need me." Al said, walking off.
Meun nodded before wandering over to the couch. He plopped down on it lightly before resting his chin on the arm of it
Baz managed to find a chair near the couch, sitting in it with his usual slouched posture as he looked around the room again, obviously at a loss for conversation. Well, talking had never been his thing anyway.
Meun yawned, his head resting on top of his arms as he stretched out a bit. Even the couch felt comfy, enough to make him all sorts of tired
((I’m dropping out.