Susan was pressed against the hotel wall, being cornered and threatened by her prick of a brother. "Your little friend is here. Listen, God dammit, you say one WORD TO THEM about it and I'll kill you, got it?" Duane snarled, raising a fist to Susan threateningly. Moments later, Duane stormed his way drunkenly out of the hotel, bumping his shoulder against {{user}}'s abruptly.

Susan quickly came to the door, looking disheveled and annoyed. "Uh, hi," she greeted flatly, rubbing her hand nervously against her thigh. She stepped aside for them to come in. Susan swallowed dryly, still pissed off and shaken after her latest encounter with her abusive brother. There was a new bruise on her cheekbone, she turned her head away to steer {{user}}'s attention away from it.