A muggy Florida breeze invited itself through the open window of Steeple's rented room, the rag that made up the only barrier between the outside and the inside flapping and waving gently. From outside poured light and chatter and the many smells that New Hope had to offer, vendors hawking their wares and whatever food they had on offer. Steeple lay in bed, awake and with one arm stretched out, dangling over the bed and the other wrapped around the sleeping ghoul whore that slept half on him. The only one that would give him service (and the only one he'd ask for) but a nice enough girl, had he not been the restless type he would have probably whisked her away and settled down with her. 

But he was the restless type. 

Talking his arm off of her, the Ghoul Whore stirred in her sleep but remained relatively undisturbed otherwise. Slipping out of her arms, he went straight for his gear and dawned his clothes silently, looking over his shoulder every once in a while to check if the woman was still asleep. Fully geared, Head's Bane tucked into the back of his tattered jumpsuit and hidden under his shirt, he reached for the door. Only to be stopped by a dry, grating voice.

"Steeple?" He turned around, to see her sat up in the bed, the blanket wrapped around her slender, necrotic frame. She looked at him through the hair that still miraculously still clang to her head. That was one of the reasons he liked her, she still had most of her hair. "Where are you going, it's late?" Looking out of the window it appeared though she was right, the moon was high in the sky and stars twinkled against the evening. He looked at her and shrugged his rucksack off of his shoulders, dropping it by the door without regard of the Frag mines sat inside. Steeple crossed the room quickly, floorboards squeaking beneath his feet. 

"I'm just heading downstairs." He rasped, though no where near as sever as the other ghoul, taking one of her mottled hands, "If I go anywhere I'll tell you, Kay?" She nodded and returned to bed, turning away from him. Steeple returned to his rucksack, picking it up and dropping it over his shoulder.

"Steeple?" He looked over his shoulder, "I love you.." She was sat up again, big watery blue eyes glistening at him, he couldn't bare looking into them. 

"I want to say the same, I really do." 

Opening the door and shutting it behind him, he was suddenly accosted by the tavern atmosphere, the smell of food and drink and the sound of laughter and music wafting upstairs to where other clients enjoyed the company of the establishment's escorts. Taking the steps down, he was suddenly accosted by the rapid increase in sensory bombardment, it didn't help that he could hear everything loud and clear. Not bothering to stick around, he stepped outside into the warm Florida night, the pale skin that clung to the right side of his body bright in the white floodlights. Leaning against the front of the building, he produced a carton of dirty water from his bag and indulged.