[Sodium_noir] Heading to a rest stop

[Spikey]

Tellos, Teddy McGregor
Bide-a-wee rest home and motel

>"If theres anything else I can get you ... sir ..." he raises an eyebrow
>sugestively "anything out of the ordinary like .... just ring Oh oh seven,
>kay?"

>He walks off with the key and heads for the room and would start unlocking
>it.  Then if nothing interrupted he'd enter and close and lock the door.
Then
>sit down and try to relax abit. Still keeping a watchful eye.

Teddy watches Tellos walk away without answering him. What he was about to
do next was made a great deal easier when the person in question was so
rude. His hand slides across the counter to the phone and he hardly needs to
look at the old fashioned dial to ring the number.

"Hello? Yeah its Teddy, down in Neon City. Teddy ... the Bide-a-wee rest
home and motel ... yeah that's right. Look you said you'd pay for info about
a certain type .... oh yeah ..... OK, I'll be here waiting!"

---

Tellos finds the room every bit as sparse and bleak as he expected. These
places were almost identical in their despair and mundanity. Non descript
wallpaper, bog standard bed sheets and a cheap TV. The smallest bar of soap
possible without it loosing molecular cohesion rested on a sink that
wouldn't look out of place in the loo on a train. A picture of some corn
field, probably bought as part of a job lot, hung above the bed and a bare
light bulb swung lazily from the ceiling.

At the very least, he was thankful it was clean.

---

Time passed, the sounds of the flop house rose and fell. Somebody's TV
blared away with the sounds of a cowboy movie or a cop show. Something with
lots of gun fire. An argument started down the corridor as some working Joe
got home. After twenty minutes of a female voice whining, Tellos heard the
same man slam the door and stomp back out again.

"What the fuck have you come as?" He heard the guy laugh as he reached the
top of the stairs. "Still a coupla weeks till HallowERKK ..."

The sound of a body slumping. Feet kicking a few times and then silence.

[Tag Tellos]