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Mar. 16th, 2012 12:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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They had been so kind (the shopkeepers) to send all of the purchases ahead to the hotel that they had recommended by the staff (and the citizens who had been drafted into the search-for-all-things-Russian army) that there was very little Skellig and Katya actually had to do, other than arrive at the hotel and ask for a room.
Skellig offers over a credit card (the plastic things can be useful it seems, especially when people neglect to shred their trash before putting it in the bin - this one is from three countries and two times over, so nobody will bother to check the details for a long time, if ever) and a winning smile to the clerk, who happily offers his congratulations and a pair of keycards.
(There's also a glance, he's sure of it - because it has been days since he's bathed and it's so not normal for this hotel, but they had the money so it does not matter what the clerk thinks.)
The elevator ride to the top floor is slightly dizzying; once Skellig slides the card into the lock (practice from Milliways - it only takes two tries before the light turns green) and opens the door into the room.
Their grocery bags are neatly stacked on the counter. He wonders how they knew which room, but perhaps it is better not to question fate.
"...wow," is all he manages.
They had been so kind (the shopkeepers) to send all of the purchases ahead to the hotel that they had recommended by the staff (and the citizens who had been drafted into the search-for-all-things-Russian army) that there was very little Skellig and Katya actually had to do, other than arrive at the hotel and ask for a room.
Skellig offers over a credit card (the plastic things can be useful it seems, especially when people neglect to shred their trash before putting it in the bin - this one is from three countries and two times over, so nobody will bother to check the details for a long time, if ever) and a winning smile to the clerk, who happily offers his congratulations and a pair of keycards.
(There's also a glance, he's sure of it - because it has been days since he's bathed and it's so not normal for this hotel, but they had the money so it does not matter what the clerk thinks.)
The elevator ride to the top floor is slightly dizzying; once Skellig slides the card into the lock (practice from Milliways - it only takes two tries before the light turns green) and opens the door into the room.
Their grocery bags are neatly stacked on the counter. He wonders how they knew which room, but perhaps it is better not to question fate.
"...wow," is all he manages.
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Date: 2012-03-23 04:42 am (UTC)And filled it with vodka.
He drapes one arm over the edge of the tub and idly begins to stroke the fur behind one ear, closing his eyes. It has been a very long day - and a long night. He can feel the wards on the door (and the balcony, even with the open slider door still allowing the evening air inside, there is a barrier there too) and it is safe.