Sam: ok?. . -wispering to himself- . . I'm not a girl or royalty . . -confusion-
Damien rolls his eyes at you and walks inside
Sam: -he just follows-
Max: -just happy to be under a roof again-
The person at the counter is flipping through a magazine and doesn't even look up at them when he says
???: We only have singles.
I- what does he mean by singles?
Damien sighs
Damien: Single beds...your rooms clean?
???: ...that's subjective...
Sam: ohh . . Ok
max: -he goes to sit beside Sam-
Damien:...alright...how much for one?
???: 10 dollars
Damien looks in his bag at something and sighs
Damien:...alright, we'll take one...
Sam: :|
Damien glares at Sam
Damien: You got a problem with that?
