A/N A double drabble this time. I'm having fun ;)
Sweet coincidence
She went to the car, on her way back opened the wrong door, and froze, speechless, looking into the small room. She couldn't even say what shocked her the most. First, there was a middle-aged, scruffy looking man sewing a long and bloody cut on another, younger man's shoulder. Next to them there was a table full of guns, knives; she spotted even something that looked like a machete. At the window there stood one more man. This one wore a trenchcoat, which was surprising in itself, taking into account the heat outside. He was deeply concentrated on the task of putting together a broken cell phone, and his expression reminded her of a child constructing a fortress with plastic bricks.
Just as she was going apologize and close the door, the bathroom door opened and fourth man walked into the room. He was young, athletically built and incredibly good-looking. He cast her a long, almost flirtatious glance and winked, reaching for a towel lying on the cupboard. Except for that towel, now wrapped around his hips, there was no single article of clothing on him.
On the other hand, maybe she should thank her sister for picking this motel?