Oh. Oh.
It was so bad.
What kind of cursed side of Greece did the group end up on? A history of people shitting on the floor, the fact that every surface someone could sit on had a fluid stain on it... It was like they had books the gates of hell, if not the contents of it.
There weren't even enough beds. Simon was talking the pullout bed from the minimal staining, everyone had sorted their own place to sleep...
One bed short. That always ends well. At least in pornos...?
"See! That looks nice!"
Simon pokes his head into the bathroom where Jay and Neil had been poking theire heads around, and waved his hand in the general area of the bath. Mediocre. Nothing much there to describe really.
You weren't sleeping in the fucking bathtub for two weeks. You'd have to share the sofa bed.
But the moment that suggestion even left your lips, there's snickering. God.
"Ooh! 'Ello!"
Jay mocks, as mocking as ever. Neil laughs along with him, an 'innit' being said between cackles. Two weeks of this...? Maybe that dog was enviable after all.
"Right."
Jay grins, already getting ready to leave the bathroom, and seemingly the hotel room altogether. Also enviable.
"Well while you two decide who gets first go on eachother's... parts, I'm getting ready and getting out there. The gash isn't gonna fuck itself, you know?"
Charming.