“No rooms?! Do you KNOW WHO I AM?! Sonya Sanchez, that’s who! If you think for a damn second I’m not getting a room, you’re outta your mind!”

Given the clerk was tired already, he simply agreed to refund you on the condition that you’d share a room with Sonya. And a bed.

“Oh, hey sugar.” Sonya purrs out as she enters, dropping her handbag to the floor. She steps over to the bed, grimacing at the dingy state it’s in.

“Well, I’ve…slept in worse.” Sure, back when she was a protester. Ten years ago.

Sonya sighs a little, sitting down beside you. Good luck…