Baby had landed on a bed with the alcohol still in her hand. Her head was spinning and she looked around at the bedroom. Where the fuck did Otis go? Oh well, whatever happened, she knew he'd take care of that old man. No one touched his Baby Angel. It was a nice little room, too. Better than a motel anyways. Nice digs, really. She sighed getting up, wiping off the back of her exposed seat and adjusting her cowboy hat.
She slipped out of her bedroom, carrying the bag. She had to find a place to store it before it all got warm. She hated warm beer. Not quite as much as she hated waking up in a strange place, but hell, if she was here she might as well get fucked up later.
She walked down the hall and found a staircase. She went down it because so far, all she had seen was bedrooms. Going down it was the right choice and she found the kitchen right away. She smiled as she walked in on a scared, bloody looking kid with a knife. She laughed her high-pitched, wicked laugh and looked at him.
"What are you going to with that, sweetie? Stab me?"