Channel surf.

With absolutely nothing to feed the unsatisfied grumbling that is your stomach, you try to distract it with some hotel television. But nothing holds your attention for longer than a minute, and anything you do find remotely interesting cuts to commercial before you can get invested. As you lean back on the bed and flick through the channels, you sigh heavily. This is definitely the worst start to a holiday you've ever had.

Breaking you out from your boredom, ****-Sook comes out of the bathroom, wearing just a t-shirt, with her panties peeking out from underneath. "Anything good on?" she says, kicking off the hotel slippers and getting into bed next to you.

Directing your head back to the screen, you see that you've landed on what looks like an old cowboy movie. It's currently showing a typical bar scene, with what you assume to be the protagonist walking in, when the piano music stops. "This looks interesting." you shrug. ****-Sook sighs and shifts closer to you, taking your hand and placing it on her shoulder, settling in to watch.

The scene plays out pretty much in typical fashion. A few shots of whisky, some back and forth between the characters, and surprising no one, a bar fight breaks out. "What the heck is going on here? Why are they fighting? Who is this guy?" ****-Sook says, raising her eyebrow.

"No idea." You reply flatly, as the Law comes in and breaks up the fight.

****-Sook blows out an exasperated raspberry, as the scene shifts to another set of characters, riding out into the plains. "And who are these guys?" You tell her again that you have no idea, and she groans. Rolling to face you, she looks at you and runs her finger on your chest. "Hey, why don't we do something a little more fun than watch tv? Maybe they can watch us and have some ideas of their own."

To your own surprise, you decline. Her brow furrows in confusion. "Really? But that's what you paid for."

"June, we're running on snacks and hotel coffee," you counter, rubbing her arm. "We literally don't have the energy for this and I don't want to make this holiday even worse if we risk a pulled muscle, or a stomach bug or something. So why don't we just take it easy for the night and see how we are after breakfast?"

Just for a moment, that flash you saw in her eyes before is there again, before vanishing away with a smile. "Alright, alright, that sounds fair. Not a lot of clients would be that thoughtful. But, can you do me a favor? Please?"