[ he doesn't respond to either the glare or the order, instead reaching over the bar to take a second glass, pouring for himself and leaning back on the stool. he downs the finger of liquor in a single long swallow--a waste of good whiskey, but he needs the bracing--then pours a second to linger over. ]
What do you suppose a room in this hotel costs a night? [ he taps a finger against the credit card lying on the bar, sliding it back and forth across the smooth wood, staring across the bar at the rows of bottles lining the mirrored wall. ] And there were.. ten? Twenty new arrivals, at least? [ the cards with no limits, the expensive hotel rooms, the technology available.. something just doesn't seem right. ]
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What do you suppose a room in this hotel costs a night? [ he taps a finger against the credit card lying on the bar, sliding it back and forth across the smooth wood, staring across the bar at the rows of bottles lining the mirrored wall. ] And there were.. ten? Twenty new arrivals, at least? [ the cards with no limits, the expensive hotel rooms, the technology available.. something just doesn't seem right. ]