Alyo: *lifts up sleeve revealing stab*

Alyo: *quietly cries her self to sleep*

Alto: *rubs arm* whispers: o-ow bad idea

Alyl: *stares at wall*

Alto: I'll pick this one and you pick that's one! *plops on the bed on the right*

Alyo: *opens hotel room and goes to the bedroom* which bed do you want?

Alyo: well take the double * pays and walks to the elvetaor with dwyer*

*slurps drink*

4

7

? Yeah there sorry if I'm being annoying

Lady at desk: what will it be?

Dane: do you get many guys that like much?

Last at desk: do want a single *slurps drink* or a double? *slurps drink*

I wish you luck.

Good luck.

Oh will she be ok?

Thank god!!!!

Alto: *walks to the desk*

Alyo: we're at the hotel.