Hotel beach

Willow crawled on the beach, getting strange looks from the beach goers. It’s not everyday that you see a naked twenty year old covered in bird crap and other filth. Looking ahead, she noticed a nice hotel. Hoping they could help, she collected herself, stood up, and marched to the lobby.

The the reception, a tall and well-dressed receptionist saw the sorry sight of Willow. “Miss-“

“Stop!” Willow raised a finger at him, not even looking him in the eye. “I had two REALLY bad days. I’ve been kicked out, chased, stripped, attacked, filmed, humiliated, arrested, objectified, robbed, and at one point, almost killed by a gorilla.

I need a shower. I need a place a place to live. I need some FUCKING CLOTHES! And you are going to get me that. I don’t care how you do it. I don’t care what I have to do. Just do it!”