Re: Hotel: Ash D & Shane A
Someone beat the fucking shit out of you, yeah. You got a face like fucking hamburger. [Shane grunts as he puts Ashleigh back on the carpeting. He removes his jacket to fold under her head and settles next to her. He then moves to pull the useless wraps from her wrists, to check how deep the wounds are.] You got a way to explain this to anyone?
[He pauses.] I don't give a fuck what actually happened, but you'r gonna need an excuse, or they'll call the cops. Hell, they'll probably call 'em anyway.