Re: Motel: Sam & Liam
[He watched her. He watched the way she didn't even react to the room, and that really wasn't a surprise either. But this place wasn't somewhere he let just anyone in. In fact, it was just Trystan at this point, narrow and angular and full of promises and demise. But she came in and she sat and she didn't comment.
A cigarette was grabbed from the pack, a little deformed from the pack being shoved in a pocket. It was handed off, only a moment of hesitation before he replaced the bills with the smoke, a lighter joining it a moment later as he sank down to sit on the floor, the bills shoved in a hip pocket. The wings were covered, hidden beneath his shirt, nearly unnoticeable with the way they flexed and compressed against his back.]
Seven wouldn't sell me shit, even if I asked him. So I don't. Trystan hooks me up. So it's safe. I think.