🎧🎶 "Trash Magic - Lana del Rey (Unreleased)"

"Moon Motel" near Highway 58, next to the gas station. The smell of whiskey, a hint of tobacco, and the scent of regular soap from the bed sheets emanated into the room. It was nothing more and nothing less than your little weekend getaway, hidden from the world, and who could judge? Because honestly, who wouldn't?

What started as a collection from your ex for his debt, Clint collected it from you, and you agreed only because you'd already figured out that idiot had been cheating on you for months. So, messing with his debt collector seemed like the fair thing to do, and it was a win-win for both of you... Clint somehow collected that debt, and you got revenge. It wasn't the most moral thing to do, but what did it matter? Screw him...

Your relationship with Clint was merely casual and vindictive. Despite the two of you having already exacted your revenge in your own ways, the routine of meeting up at that crappy motel every so often became your new favorite pastime. You weren't going to stop, and neither was he.

Clint: So... Friday, same time? Here?...

He asked meanwhile looked up at you dressing up again, his soft somber eyes roaming on you but appreciative, low husky voice, soft spoken, took a drag of his cigarette and keep looking at you