Location-Lebanon, Kansas

A girl about 5'1" walked into a small motel with a few boxes of towels and soap bars. She set them on the counter and took a moment to catch her breathe. It was around eight in the evening and she looked up.

"Hey old man! I brought the extra towels and soap!" The girl exclaimed.

She brushed her short brown hair behind her ear as the 60 year old man got up with a clipboard and a grin. "I told you to stop calling me that Al", the man said. She gave a playful glare to the man.

"And I told you to stop calling me "AL" Uncle Tommy…" She proclaimed with sass dripping off every word. He gave a hearty laugh and smiled. "Fine fine ALice…". They both shot each other dirty looks and then smiled.

"So the rooms that we need filled are 14, 20, and 25 through 30. Apparently the hockey kids stole our towels and soap and since it's too much of a hassle to try and charge them. So can you step to it right now. We're pretty slow so no need to rush." Tommy read down from the clipboard. She nodded and grabbed a small plastic cart and started loading up the needed supplies. Alice placed a small handgun into her jacket and made her way to the door.

"I hope we don't get anyone else tonight, i'd love not to do someone's paperwork."

"Hey! Don't wish that. Those late night owls pay for the meals in your stomach"

She waved off and nodded to him and walked out. Tommy organized behind the desk and started balancing the numbers.

Around 8:30pm a car pulled up and parked in the front. The headlights flooded in through the windows and Tommy squinted to try and not be blinded by these lights. The engine was cut and the lights dimmed down. He looked up and saw two figures walking out of the car and coming towards the door and grinned lightly. They entered through the door. The bell jingled from the door opening. They walked up to the counter and looked up at Tommy.

"Well evening there gentlemen, how can i help you today?" He said with a stereotypical happy salesman tone.

One of the gentlemen looked up and nodded and gave the slightest grin, " Hi, I need a room for this mess of a kid here for about two weeks.". The man looked like a mix of a biker and a lumber jack had raised a cowboy. He had dark dirty blonde and a gruff look. The man wore a black beaten up leather jacket and underneath it was a black and grey colored plaid shirt. The man looked so plain and roughed up that even his shirt was a plain black shirt with denim that has seen better days. Tommy could tell that some girls may fall for him in a heartbeat.

"Let me see what rooms we have available for that period of time….." Tommy said while pulling out a book. He licked his thumb and pointer finger and started going through the logs. He looked up and saw the other man with him. Rather than a man he looked like a kid. He was oriental for sure; short black hair and tanned skin. He dressed a little nicer than the gruff man. He wore a red button up shirt and a jacket. The sleeves were rolled up and he had a dark orange tshirt on underneath. His jeans were nice but he held his duffle bag like his life depended on it. His eyes shifted around every once in awhile. Tommy looked up and stared at both of them. He had found a room for the kid but he had a concern about this late night customer.

"Look… I could care less about your past but this kid looks like he's been tweaking on some heavy drugs and this is a family business I run here and I'll be damn-"

"I understand your concern but don't worry. Slugger here ain't no doped up hippie. He's just had a hard time and small vacation is just what he needs."

Tommy nodded and still looked at the kid. He wrote down the information for the room and handed it to the gruff man, "Please sign and fill out any information and I can take any form of payment"

The gruff man grabbed the pen and started filling out the paperwork and handed Tommy a dark blue plastic card. He ran it and it went through.

"I'll call Al to show you to your room since it's late at night and I don't want tweek getting hurt".

Tommy picked up the phone and called Alice to the desk so she could show the guest to his room.

"I wonder what All looks like. 40 year old guy with a mean attitude and a beard and a playboy in his back pocket" the gruff man joked around.

There was a jingle through the door and Alice walked through with an empty cart and looked up at the two gentlemen, "Your friend ok? It looks like he got into bad meth or something"

"All, I need you to show these gentlemen to their room please."

"Yeah yeah, come on you two, let me show you to your room."

Tommy handed her the keys, "Room ten, it's the best room for kids who have too much on their mind"

The two gentlemen followed Alice out the door and down the sides walking past several doors. The gruff man looked at her, "So… uuhh… You're name is Al?". Alice stopped in her tracks and looked at him.

"No, my name is Alice. That old man is my Uncle Thomas, Tommy for short. He has an obsession of calling me All because everyone assumes i'm some old creepy guy with a beard a porno mag in his back pocket."

The gentlemen looked at eachother puzzled then back at her. She raised a single eyebrow and shrugged.

"ANYWAY… You know my name is not Al but Alice. What's you and druggies name?"

The gruff man looked at her, "My name is Dean and this is Kevin. He's not a druggie"

"Could've fooled me."

They continue walking down and stop at a light blue door. It's been scratched up and there's a rusted gold number ten on the door. The handle was also a rusted gold. A very typical looking motel looking door. Alice unlocked the door for them and walked inside and showed them the way.

"Home sweet home here boys." Alice said as she turned on the light.

The decor very retro. The sheets were a all different shades of brown and orange with a floral pattern. The wall was a dark brown and there was a wall full of poles that were painted black with a half wall underneath. The wall separated the eating area/ couch area with a cheap tv sitting across from it. Dean and Kevin looked at each other.

"Well, at least your outfit matches the room" Dean said in a chipper tone

Kevin walked over to the bed and put his bag down and then laid on it, "I could care less. All i want is sleep."

Alice and Dean looked at each other. There was a moment of silence before Alice piped up, "Well…. breakfast is at eight, room service, pay per view and just call the front desk if you need anything…"

There was another moment of silence.

"I think he's out like a light… Better give him a wake up call tomorrow to tell him" Dean said as he closed the door to let Kevin sleep.

Alice locked the door for Kevin and then handed Dean the keys, "He also needs these tomorrow. I'm guessing you're staying here in another room?"

Dean shook his head, "Nah, i got somewhere else to be. Just check on him, make sure he's, you know, breathing"

"Yeah, I don't want another dead body in this room"

Dean looked at her in question. Alice smiled, " Damn , can't take a damn joke? Thought you'd laugh"

Dean smiled lightly and walked with Alice back to the front.

While Kevin slept away his exhaustion and Tommy kept organizing the papers behind the desk. Alice and Dean looked at the Impala with glee. There was a figure standing across the street in the shadows. Watching the motel, waiting for their moment.