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Ophrenia didn't feel a particular way about Z turning her down for a roommate. To each their own. She was trying to save money by going halves, but whatever. The walk from the cafe to the motel was short. In this heat it felt like forever and she was very disappointed when they arrived at the motel and that too didn't have A/C. Or at least A/C from this century. There was an A/C hanging out the window the lobby. She didn't expect anything less in their room with their two beds. She grinned at Z teasingly. Wiggled her eyebrows and resisted the urge to blow a kiss at her. That would be too much for a total stranger. 

They were given a room on the first floor. Not ideal. She liked second floors, but Z had a limp and they had a lot of walking to do so it would probably be best for her leg at the end of the day when they came back.

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It was another short walk to the office building. It said public relations across the front. There was work being done on it. Considering how old the town is, she's surprised none of the other buildings seem to have work being done on them. They're probably in a line up. Black family buildings first, then everyone else gets their turn.

"Hope we don't breathe in asbestos or get lead poisoning. Speaking of, let's not drink the tap water." She didn't want to know what swamp tasted like nor did she want whatever illness causing microbes were in it either. Z suggested two ideas that had Ophrenia's eyebrows in her hairline. Neither of which would be a good idea for them, especially not with her in the picture.

"Thoughts, compañera?" Z said.

"Do you not see me? Do you not see you? We'd be clocked right away saying anything about business dealings. I know these types. We don't fit the part of business partners. I don't have a suit in my bag and I'm sure you don't have one either. Let's just ask about the old lady like Jen suggested." She snapped her fingers, something Jen said right before they left clicked into place. "Remember she said that the old lady love her kids and grandkids. The grandkids' names were Gen-something and Cody, right? And they're troublemakers. We go in say we want to talk to Mary-Louise about her grandkids. Something about one of them scratching your bike or spray painting it or setting it on fire. They might connect us right away. Could be a good strat to get our foot in the door."

She gave Z a once over, then moved her hand in a motion referring to Z's face. "You're going to have to do something about that to get it to work though. The stoicism is hot, but we need anger, righteous fury. Something that says 'Some little punks fucked up my bike and there will be hell to pay.'"