Re: Quicklog, Hotel: Neil D, Lou D, Cris M
Cris didn't spare Neil a look, huh? Not even a fucking glance. Not a word either. He watched Lou, the white draina color from an already colorless face, and he knew this was a bad idea. He knew he was going in with a guy who was gonna snap two minutes in and another guy he wanted to hold underwater until he swallowed as much chlorine as he'd fucked into Sam while making her talk about Mere. But, Sam was in whatever nightmare cooked behind the door and there was no time for second-guessing, no time for drowning people who deserved it—as usual.
His breathing was fast from running, but he was steady, huh? He put his hand to the knob and he didn't wait for a nod, nonea that. He shouldered the door open hard and went through, into the embracea fog like a child to mother.