"Look, Dale. I'm not gonna be in Mexico forever and as soon as I see your skinny white ass, I'm kickin it!" Hank yelled as he hung up the payphone he was using to contact Dale for assistance. He turned around to face Bobby. "Well, looks like we might be here longer than expected."
"Okay..." Bobby said quietly, not giving a damn.
~ Vista Oceano Hotel ~
Hank and Bobby walked through the hotel's entrance. He had seen a decent-looking building, about seventy floors, with a sign that read "Vista Oceano Hotel". An ideal-looking place for him and his son to take shelter. Hank's truck wasn't with him at the time, given that it was broken down and unable to travel to Mexico. There was no leaving anytime soon. He approached a suited man at the front desk.
"Bienvenida, mi amigo!" the man said.
"Gracias, mi hermano. Usted habla Ingles?" Hank replied, approaching him.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do. Now, what can I do for you?"
"My son and I are looking for a cheap, basic room, one or two bedrooms will do."
"No, I can't do that. I'm sorry, but some cheap assholes already stocked them up."
Hank sighed in disappointment. "Well, I guess I'll try another place." Before he could begin walking away, the suited man caught his attention.
"Vista Oceano is the nicest place you'll find in this part of town. I can't let you pay for a basic room, but I can get you a damn-fine one up on the sixty-seventh floor, free of charge. That is, if you can do some work for me."
Hank turned back to him. "Like what, exactly? If I may ask."
"Well, when some people are unable to afford a better room and can't get into the hotel because some cheap assholes already got into the low-priced rooms, I offer them an unoccupied, expensive one free of charge in exchange for some favors. It's like a secondary currency here. The more work you do, the longer you stay. Take care of me, I take care of you. You catch me, amigo? Of course you do. But, moving onto the job, there are some druggies up in room eighty-seven. They've been smoking up the place for a week, haven't paid for anything and no matter what, they will not go. Even if Vista Oceano, hell, even all of Mexico burned to ashes, they would stay. Get them out, and I'll get you three free nights here."
"Sir, you've picked the right man for the job," Hank smiled and shook the man's hand. "I'll have these druggies out faster than you can say 'propane.'"
