They'd started talking during brunch and then kind of...didn't stop. It was more than just twenty years of history to catch up on; they'd always been able to just fall into a conversation and keep it going. For two fairly quiet people, they'd never suffered for topics to talk about.
Brunch had turned into dinner, right at the hotel because it had been closer than most of the other restaurants (and after the radio report about the creepy guy at Luke's, they'd agreed to skip it). Then, since they were already there, Evan decided to rent the girls a hotel room for the night. Unlike him, he argued, they weren't shapeshifters and therefore couldn't just make themselves comfortable wherever they ended up. Sholeh had tried to argue, but Zeela had played the, "I am still kind of recovering from a stab wound" card and Sholeh had gotten overruled.
Dessert was promised via room service, because it made no sense to order a room and not get some (thank you, Zhahar, for that logic) and Sholeh tried not to be nervous about inviting Evan into what would essentially be her bedroom for the night. They had spent a lot of time in and out of one another's dorm rooms over the years of high school having conversations just like these. There was nothing to be nervous about, right?
[For one please, and modded with permission.]
- Arms Hotel, Sunday Night