The Palm Leaf Motel, Downtown Charity
Saturday, June 11th, 11:09am
The Palm Leaf existed on the edge of downtown Charity. Close enough that you could walk into the town but far enough away that its trashy, old visage would not scare away anyone who had actual money to spend. It took the traditional route of dirty, uncared for motels with lax rules. The office lived at the center of an "V" shaped building. On each side were rows of doors, five on each with a parking space outside of each door. Beside each door lived one large window that had bright floral curtains to hide the goings on within. The curtains perhaps should have died in the seventies. The building had peeling white paint that showed that it might have once been something that looked like terracotta beneath. The roof had a few shingles missing and the orange color had dulled from weather and sand. It now appeared to be a burnt sort of color similar to a moldy orange that gave it less of the Spanish vibe the building had once flourished in being. The doors had been replaced recently but were made of a feeble, light wood that wouldn't have held back anyone attempting to break-in.
Lucky number seven had a bike covered in a canvas tarp sitting outside of it. Inside the room, on an old creaky spring mattress bed, slept a young couple. The sheets, stubbornly stained with fluids of past guests, were in great disarray providing hints to a night of passion between the pair. The man rolled over in his sleep and wrapped his arm around the small woman beside him. Slowly he nuzzled the back of her freckled neck and his hand snuck up beneath her tank-top to close around---
Panic filled her as she awoke to a larger presence fondling her. Instant reaction was a balled up fist dug into the palm of her other hand and an elbow forced backward at him. Her elbow connected with the man's nose and she felt the crunch of it breaking rather than hearing it. The man cried out, holding his bloody nose as he stood naked from the bed. Bobbi sat up, rubbing the stinging feeling caused by the impact away from her elbow. "What'd du fuhk you do dat for," he shouted as best as his banged-up nose allowed.
Bobbi pulled the sheets back and crossed her arms over her chest with a well-practiced scowl on her face.
"Ya scared me!" she responded with great irritation.
"De fuck are ya still doin' here? E'ray couyan knows tah leave before de light." Her travels had done little to dull the New Orleans Cajun accent with which she spoke.
"I fell asleeb dammit! And I thought some mornin fun would-" She cut him off with a wave of her hand and a sour expression.
"Nah, I didna invite ye tah be stayin'. Get de fuck outta here." Bobbi hopped out of the bed and started throwing his clothes at him. When she ran out of clothes, random objects in the room sufficed. At long last, she had forced him from the room, naked and bleeding. He threatened to call the cops as he grumbled and mumbled outside of her door. She rolled her eyes, knowing full well the fool wouldn't.
"Fuckin' couyan," she huffed as she flopped back in the bed.
She had come here to visit an old friend who said she was in trouble. And by an old friend. Well it was more of an acquaintance. Ah, she should be real with herself. Diana was an old drug buddy. And when there was trouble it meant she was deep into drugs again or was being hunted by someone demanding money from her. Or both. And here Bobbi was, coming to uncharacteristically save the day. Even being here for Diana was something she wouldn't have normally done. But here she was, new and improved Bobbi. Out to save the world or some shit.
With a sigh, she got up from the bed, dug around in her bags, and popped open a light orange, plastic med container. Two blue and white capsules spilled into her hand. She closed the bottle and tossed it back into the bag. Before heading into the bathroom, she popped on the little clock radio. At first, there was static and then music filled the room.
My girl's name is Senora
I tell you friends, I adore her
And when she dances, oh brother!
She's a hurricane in all kinds of weather
Bobbi rocked her way into the bathroom, popped the pills into her mouth and swallowed them down with a handful of water from the sink. She caught her face in the mirror and grimaced. She looked like someone threw a raccoon into a trash compactor. Her eye makeup was smeared over her face and made her look much more tired than she was. With a shrug, she turned on the shower and waited for the water to get hot while she peed.
The Palm Leaf Motel ---> The Boardwalk
Saturday, June 11th, 1:25pm
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Her hair was still a bit wet from the shower when she left the motel. It looked like rain so she decided against riding the bike to the boardwalk. She called a taxi, finding that might be a much more comfortable ride. Through her pay-as-you-go phone, she tapped out a quick text to Diana before shoving it into the pocket of her jean shorts. She leaned her head back against the seat and crossed her scrawny chicken legs. The outfit the tiny girl had chosen was rather simple - cut off jean shorts that stopped just above midthigh and black tank with a skull bedazzled into it. She had cut it up further so that the sides came down low and showed off much of her mid-drift and what little womanly advantages she had from that angle. She had stuffed her feet into old and beaten combat boots that looked about ready for the trash bin, and a black baseball cap that advertised is was from Louisiana sat upon her head. Beneath the shirt, she did wear a black bandeau as it was generally frowned upon by law enforcement and grumpy middle-aged women to show off side-boob or nipple.
The taxi could not go too far into the boardwalk so she had to walk a little way. The sky threatened her by dropping tiny spots of rain on bare skin every so often. She didn't much mind. Bobbi yawned as she approached the little restaurant on the boardwalk. On her way, she passed by a giant lizard.
"Cho! Co Mistah!" She whistled loudly and waved.
"Laissez les bon temps rouler!" She blew a kiss before walking the rest of the way to and into the establishment. She passed Cowboy Bob on the way.
"Dig ya threads, Mistah," she commented in passing.
Unfortunately, it seemed Diana had not appeared just yet. Bobbi indicated there would be two, was seated and ordered a Corona right away. She leaned back in her chair as she pulled out her phone again to ask where her friend had gotten to. As she quickly tapped away on the phone she chewed her lower lip and her brows furrowed in concentration. The chair was now on its back two legs as she pushed a knee against the table, rocking forward and back.
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