Just Outside Kenzi's Suite at the Arms Hotel, Sunday Afternoon

[gunslingerpose]

It had taken Nikolai and that-one-cook-with-his-memory some time to find a cop who actually remembered being a cop, and, while he had side-eyed the uniforms somewhat, he had to commend the small handful of troopers who had arrived when he'd reported the fraudulent credit cards and the attempt to pull one over on the hotel. They'd taken his

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[regretiz4suckas]

"What?" Kenzi sighed, and flailed her way off the big bed, then wandered over to the door. "I didn't order any! ... Although, you know, I could use more towels."

Kenzi opened the door, blinked, then quickly tried to shut it again. Not a maid! Nope! Something going on!

[gunslingerpose]

Definitely something going on. And if that something involved troopers shouldering the door open before Kenzi could shut it entirely, well...

"You sure? Seems like there's a little more trash in there than there ought to be," Nikolai quipped. There was just something about banter that made this whole thing even better. "We just want to get it out of there, you know?"

[regretiz4suckas]

"Ah! Ruuuuude!" Kenzi said, jumping up on top of the bed and then bouncing up and down. "You're the one that brought the buzz-killers with you!"

Grabbing her might take a little bit with all that bouncing.

[gunslingerpose]

"Yeah, you'd think we don't like credit fraud here or something," Nikolai replied dryly, watching as a handful of troopers tried to corner her in. He was standing in the doorway in case she decided to make a break for it, and they were far enough up that a jump out the window would be... exceptionally stupid. She didn't exactly have many options, here. "Think of it this way. You got a decent room and room service for a night, all for the low cost of an all-expense paid trip to jail."

"Maah."

... Of course the tiny antelope had come along. She was hanging out behind Nikolai's left leg, watching the proceedings as though wondering if she ought to be demonstrating how to bounce properly. Everyone here was pretty bad at it.