[He easily agrees with a wave of a hand, and the guy flips through a ledger to the page he wants, then thumbs through a box of keys.]
All right, room 104 it is. It's just two doors down to the right when you head back outside. Can I get your names and ID?
[Johnnie blinks as he reaches for his wallet, then fumbles through it. The dates are not going to match up whatsoever. Will he notice or care? Fuck it. He slides over the fake Benny Garcia card anyway. If they get kicked out there's sure to be another motel down the street.
The guy at the desk takes it, writes down his name and license number, and passes it back without so much as glancing at the birth date, and Johnnie breathes a soft chuckle as he tucks that away.]
That's twenty for the night, and any room service is extra, the number's by the phone in your room. Here's your key. Come on by when you check out and we'll square up. Call me if you need anything at all, there's someone here at the desk at all hours.
[Johnnie nods as he pockets the key, and heads back out with a smile on his face.]
There you go, baby girl, you got your pool an' more. Hell, we could order room service, live like kings, then fuck off 'cause he's never gonna find no Benny Garcia anyway.
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[He easily agrees with a wave of a hand, and the guy flips through a ledger to the page he wants, then thumbs through a box of keys.]
All right, room 104 it is. It's just two doors down to the right when you head back outside. Can I get your names and ID?
[Johnnie blinks as he reaches for his wallet, then fumbles through it. The dates are not going to match up whatsoever. Will he notice or care? Fuck it. He slides over the fake Benny Garcia card anyway. If they get kicked out there's sure to be another motel down the street.
The guy at the desk takes it, writes down his name and license number, and passes it back without so much as glancing at the birth date, and Johnnie breathes a soft chuckle as he tucks that away.]
That's twenty for the night, and any room service is extra, the number's by the phone in your room. Here's your key. Come on by when you check out and we'll square up. Call me if you need anything at all, there's someone here at the desk at all hours.
[Johnnie nods as he pockets the key, and heads back out with a smile on his face.]
There you go, baby girl, you got your pool an' more. Hell, we could order room service, live like kings, then fuck off 'cause he's never gonna find no Benny Garcia anyway.