Deadblood immediately strode past the lone bed and picked up the phone. Punching in the number for the front desk, he twisted the old cord around his fingers with frustration.
"Yeah?" Came the manager's voice over the line.
"I thought you said this was a fucking double!" Deadblood growled, gesturing over to the solitary bed. "I only see one fucking bed here."
"Yeah, it's a DOUBLE bed. Y'know, like a full sized bed." The manager replied, audibly chewing on his cigar. "I'm all out of kings and queens, so there is your double." Deadblood groaned, bringing his palm to his face in frustration.
"Don't you have anything else?" He said, as Red approached the open doorway lugging two cases of beer, one under each arm. Sheri wrinkled her nose and stepped to the side, hoping fervently the manager had something else to offer.
"Look, that's the last room I have. I'm all booked up.I think you'll find that to be the case in every motel in the tri-county area right now. Those direct marketing conventions reserve entire floors at a time. You can love it or leave it."
"Do you at least have one of those rollaway beds or something you can send down?" Deadblood asked desperately. The manager chuckled lowly in reply.
"Nope, just sent the last one out. There are only three of you, you can manage!" Deadblood swore, hanging up the phone hard.
Red set the cases of beer down, and cracked two open, holding them out to Sheri and Deadblood.
"Might as well call it beer-thirty! And hey, this is a good time to catch up on what's happened since I saw you in the Garden of Eden, Deadblood!"
Sheri gave Deadblood an incredulous look as Red began his story.
