Prompt: hostel
Word Count: 127
Disclaimer: Ryan Murphy created them. I just like playing with the moulds.
"I'm not staying in a hostel, Sam!" Brooke was the embodiment of an 18 year old toddler as she stomped her foot outside of a coffee house in Paris. They'd been sent out into the world for four weeks as a graduation present.
"And why the hell not? I'm not made of money, Brooke. Mr Plastic Fantastic isn't my best friend." Sam folded her arms across her chest and took a defensive stance.
"Um, I don't know. How about because I don't want my teeth pulled out of my head with pliers? Or my intestines tied into a pretty little bow outside of my stomach as my mutilator offers me as a present to Satan." Sam stared at her.
"No more Friday night movies for you, Princess."