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WEEK 1 - SUNDAY; RACHEL (night, lounge)
[ The lounge table that he's picked is in a secluded enough corner that they can speak without being overheard, and it's although it's past ten, they're in no danger of being kicked out of the lounge before closing.
He doesn't exactly drink, more like only if the occasion calls for it, and honestly, with the events over the past weekend and having come into contact with some of the more... colourful characters in the motel, it's no wonder that he has a glass of whisky (Scottish, on the rocks) in his hand, which he sets down - the glass making an audible clink as its set down on the mirrored surface of the table. ]
I hope you didn't mind that I wanted to speak with you privately. [ It's something that has been bothering him throughout most of the day. ] Forgive me for eavesdropping on your conversation with Craftly, but you seemed interested in the Dark Room.
He doesn't exactly drink, more like only if the occasion calls for it, and honestly, with the events over the past weekend and having come into contact with some of the more... colourful characters in the motel, it's no wonder that he has a glass of whisky (Scottish, on the rocks) in his hand, which he sets down - the glass making an audible clink as its set down on the mirrored surface of the table. ]
I hope you didn't mind that I wanted to speak with you privately. [ It's something that has been bothering him throughout most of the day. ] Forgive me for eavesdropping on your conversation with Craftly, but you seemed interested in the Dark Room.