Arms Hotel, Room 111

[apocalypsesoon]

What a Thursday. After seeing the sign, John broke out the chaps for Mary's free cookies.

And now he's back to get out of those assless chaps stifling clothes.

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[montecito_east]

Mary, having absolutely no qualms whatsoever with squirrels seeing her enter a male guest's hotel room, showed up with a full plate of chocolate chip cookies.

Knock Knock

[apocalypsesoon]

"Just a sec," John said, half out of his chaps. He only fell a little, one leg still being eaten by the chaps as he peered through the door. Mary?

"Come in," he said, opening the door and hopping out of the way. Please excuse the mess."

The hotel room is not quite housekeeping-standards military-corners clean, but there aren't dirty clothes strewn about or broken TVs. Okay, yeah, so there's a big giant motorcycle next to the doorwall but we'll just ignore that part.

"Cookies?" He quirked an eyebrow.

[montecito_east]

"Just one of the many services we offer here at the Arms Hotel," said Mary, smiling. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

[apocalypsesoon]

"Nope." He walked to the bed, trailing the chaps. "Not really," he said as he finished taking it off, leaning against the bed.

"This is some good personal service," he said. "I should call those Zagats people," he said with a smile.