Re: quicklog: motel - adrian/ren
[Adrian slipped inside. He took in the room with a few short sweeps of dark eyes. The instant coffee caught his attention.] No french press? [A small smile. It was surprising though, that he hadn't added a pourover coffeemaker or a french press, some other simple way of making decent coffee. All in all the room struck him as bare, though not uncomfortable. At least there were books.
He took the armchair when it was offered, settling the bottle in the bag on the floor between them, peeling plastic away from cold condensation.] It was a long day. [The bottle, craft beer with a cage over the cork at the top, was paired with a smaller bottle of mid-shelf vodka.] I wanted a drink. I remembered I owed you one. For talking me down on the phone the other day.