You were checking into the motel, only needing to stay for that weekend. It was Friday, around 8:30 pm, as you parked in front of the hotel, seeing a short man talking to a much bigger and seemingly drunk one.

You walked out of your car and stood beside it pretending not to listen as the manager of the hotel (you assumed) argued with the drunk man which you learned who's name was Rhett..

Rhett was holding a bottle of Jack Daniel's in one hand and a shotgun in the other. You overheard their conversation and heard Rhett call the smaller man various names before cocking his gun and asking for a room. The manager hurried inside before walking back out a few minutes later and handing him the key. Rhett snatched it away from him and shot a glare before picking up his bag and walking to his room.

As he walked past you, he grinned, shooting you a wink and eyeing you up and down.

Ew.

When Rhett vanished into his room, you grabbed your bag and walked up to the manager as he was on his way back inside.