[b]Motel[/b]
"Get your gad damn hands of of me Horace!" He swiped Horace's hands of of his collar. Brandon was usually cheerful, but with Horace around, there was no way that was gonna happen. He now turned to the man in the coat. "Hey there. I'm Brandon, this is, [i]Horace[/i]," he said in a more severe tone. "Let's loot this hellhole while we still can." Brandon then proceeded to the rooms. He looted one and found canned beans, Scotch, and a revolver, fully loaded, six bullets. He took a swig of the scotch. Scotch. Alcohol. Lighter. "Horace finish looting get ready to bail!" He could perfectly well use this on Horace, but there was another person as well and they had to get to safety.