quicklog: motel - adrian/ren
"Oh, shit, yeah," Ren stood, sliding past where Adrian was sitting and disappearing back into the bathroom. He took a second to wash both of the glass tumblers in the sink with the detergent he kept on hand, and then reappeared, neither completely dry.
"Sorry," he shrugged. "There are worse accommodations, but there sure as hell are better ones. It works most of the time though. I don't have company often."
Which was true. Claire had come over to watch films. Hannah sometimes dropped by, but she had her own room there, and so that didn't seem remotely out of place.
He sank back into the chair and considered Adrian as he poured the beer. Ren questioned briefly if he should pull on either of those threads, and finally he leaned back against the chair back, it protested with a creak, but held. "What do you do?"