The hotel

Cathy showed him the hotel pamplet she'd gotten, flipping pages

• see? Its even got a hottub!
• oh man, that looks so sketch
• wait I thought that was the point

• true, yeah we probably wont leave the bed anyways...
  And their chatter continued, sickening the gristled old men standing limply in the El.

  Soon, John finally got the magnetic card to swipe, and they busted into their wonderfully cheap room. The lights were musty, the bed looked heavy, but it didn't matter. The door clicked shut behind them, and Jim and Cathy's eyes locked.