It was about an hour past dusk when Melanie and the Rabbit eared man arrived at a motel on the side of the road. The "Roadside Estates" as it was called wasn't much of an estate at all. The main building was simply a rectangular, two story structure made of cinder blocks that were painted the color of summer squash. Windows lined the building, and some rooms on the second story had a small balcony with wooden railings. A sign, about fifty feet tall, loomed over the parking lot. Bright neon lettering that spelled the name of the motel hung on the sign, the "e" in roadside and one of the Ts in estates burned out. The poor excuse for a defense against the Grimm that would pass through was made up of a wall about seven feet tall and a guy sitting by the glass doors with a weathered assault rifle.
"Jesus this place looks like a dump." Melanie muttered, looking around with a grimace on her face
The rabbit faunus shrugged. "Not much else around here besides this place." He said. He nodded to the security guard and walked inside, motioning Melanie to follow him inside. The interior of the place was somewhat basic, with gray linoleum floors and a tacky looking chandelier. The lobby also had an old, wooden table tucked off to the side with a few chairs and a computer on the table. The computer was one of the holographic screen models, which felt out of place, considering whoever owned the motel did not look like they could afford it.
Melanie sat in one of the chairs, set her bag of stuff down, and looked down at her heels, inspecting them to see if the blades were dull or chipped.
The man walked up to the service desk, which was made of the same wood as the table and chairs, and rang a bell. After he rang the bell, a thin, middle aged, tan skinned man that stood about six three walked up to the counter and looked at him.
"Sorry, we don't serve faunus around here…" the two men glared at each other until the receptionist started laughing "Hey I was just fuckin' with you, do you need a room?"
The rabbit eared man did not look amused by the joke. "Well yeah." He sighed
"How many people?"
"Two"
The attendant started to laugh "Do you have a hot date?" The other man shook his head.
"Well then, who are you staying with?" The attendant asked
The rabbit eared man pointed to Melanie
"Her eh?" the receptionist chuckled "I went down to a nightclub in vale and she looks exactly like this one bitch who threw me out of there."
The man just shrugged and sighed, looking annoyed. "Look, can I just get my room?"
"Sure! Sure!" the receptionist shuffled over to a set of boxes holding room keys and pulled out a worn, tarnished key with a blue plastic cover that had the number 212 etched onto it with a black sharpie. "Not one for talking, eh?" the attendant asked.
"Well it depends, you're not worth my time." The rabbit eared man grabbed the set of keys and walked over to Melanie "hey I got our room, let's go"
Melanie got up, grabbed her bag, and followed the man up a flight of stairs to their room. They both walked down the hallway until they got to a door that had the number 212 engraved into it. The man put the key in the door and opened it, revealing a decent looking motel room. Nothing was out of the ordinary, but it was a pleasant surprise to Melanie, considering the poor condition the exterior was in. The room had two beds, a full bathroom tucked off to the side, a dresser with a holographic TV, and a small microwave with a fridge. Melanie walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. about five minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom wearing a white onesie.
"Nice pajamas." The guy said, stifling laughter.
"Fuck off."
The man rolled his eyes and sat on his bed. "So, I assume you want to know my name?"
Melanie scoffed "Well yeah, I like just tagged along on your little adventure."
"Pyotr"
"You have a last name, right?" Melanie asked.
"Yeah, it's Brzezicki"
"I don't know how to pronounce that…"
"Well I figured you didn't" Pyotr laughed "Anyways, I wonder what's on TV"
"I doubt anything because the CCT went down"
Pyotr ignored Melanie's comment and turned on the TV anyway, sifting through news having to do with the fallout after beacon fell. He finally found something that wasn't news related. "You like cooking?"
"Whatever"
"I'll take that as a yes." He put the remote on the dresser and sat back down to watch the chef on TV make crème brulee. "Crème brulee isn't all that good." He commented.
"Agreed." Melanie glanced at the TV and then at the ceiling.
"You just gonna stare at the ceiling all day?" Pyotr asked.
"I've been through a lot okay?"
The man rolled his eyes. "Jesus, she's a bitch" he muttered to himself. He started sifting through channels again, being bored of the cooking show. "Damn, there isn't shit on TV"
"Meh" Melanie said and continued looking at the ceiling, wondering why she went with this man in the first place and slowly falling asleep.
Four Hours Later
Melanie walked down the hallway towards the vending machine, being unable to sleep. She tried sleeping but she could only sleep for about a half an hour before she heard a pounding on the wall. She walked over to the machine and put in a half lien coin, waiting for her Grape soda to fall to the bottom of the machine. Once she got her drink, Melanie walked down to the end of the hallway only to encounter the attendant from earlier smoking a cigarette.
"Hey." He said slyly looking at Melanie
"whatever." Melanie started to walk back towards her room before she was blocked off by the man.
"Look, don't pull that valley girl whatever shit on me." He glared directly into Melanie's eyes
"Can you move?" she asked him, with an annoyed tone in her voice
"Nope. I want something from you." The man had a slight grin as he said this
The tone in Melanie's voice turned from annoyed to nervous "Like what?"
"Well there's not a lot of women that come around here…and I have some money…" he trailed off
"Do you think I'm a hooker?"
"Well you dress like one that's for damn sure."
"Look, how about you move. I'm not some blonde haired, purple eyed slut that's willing to suck you off for your money." Melanie's eye twitched as she filled with anger
The man laughed and grabbed her thigh "I'm afraid that's not an option…"
Melanie stepped down on his foot, the blade of her heel sinking into it. The man howled in pain and jumped away, only to be kicked in the face by Melanie's other foot. She kept her foot on his face as he fell to his knees, twisting the heel around in the fresh wound. "I haven't done this in a while…" Melanie cooed.
The man's face turned white "Y-you crazy bitch."
Melanie said nothing, simply pushing the heel deeper into his wound before kicking him onto the ground.
The attendant curled up and looked up at her "Please, don't kill me."
Melanie giggled "But then you take away all the fun out of it." The commotion had woken some of the other guests up, and a door started to open down the hall. She sighed and cursed to herself.
"Fine." She muttered flatly and walked away, leaving the man to lay there.
