“seriously?” you grumble, stepping uncomfortably into the suite with your suitcase beside you. your rifle is slung over your back, and your belt holds a revolver and backup ammo.

“what?” ashe drawls, “it was the cheapest option, honey. i’m not made out of money, y’know.”

you roll your eyes, and ashe scoffs.

“besides, it’s not like we’re using the.. uh..” ashe scans the room, “..handcuffs. or the rope. or any of it, for that matter. we’ll be out an’ about, looting shit. y’hear?”

she’s starting to regret her choice of room the more she stares at your flustered face. her arms fold across her chest defensively as she hears you mutter a few profanities under your breath.

…

the bedroom is a bigger problem. there’s only one queen-sized bed, which ashe thinks is better than a double or a single. but.. well, the bathroom does not have a door and the only door to the shower is made of clear glass.

“you’re kidding,” you say flatly, and ashe pulls a face.

“come on! it’s not that bad, sweetheart. i can close my eyes,” ashe argues.

god, why did she book a love hotel? a few bucks isn’t worth the embarrassment.