"Can I help you?" The receptionist asks them.
"Yes. We'd like a room." April says, sporting a sad face.
"Name?"
"Uh- "
"Are you crazy? You're killing me here!" Jackson tells her. "We can't give away our real names! We're on the lam!"
"I hate being on the lam. It's stupid. Besides, you're the one that wanted to check into the hotel, not me." April reminds him.
"Hush, you!" Jackson says.
"Ahem." The receptionist tells him.
"I'm Charles Percy." He tells the clerk. "And this is Reed Adamson."
"Charles and Reed? I like those names." The clerk says.
"Thanks. This is probably a long shot, but you don't happen to have any chain cutters or acetylene torches back there, do you?"
"No, we don't." The clerk tells him.
"Damn it. Well thank you."
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"The motel gift shop may not have had any welding equipment, but the book selection wasn't half-bad." April says.
"Are you serious? How can you read at a time like this, when I am trying to get my beauty sleep?!" Jackson asks distastfully.
"Hush, you!" She says repeating his sentiments from earlier.
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"Damn it! Can you keep it down?! I'm trying to sleep!"
"Well, I'm trying to read, and it's not easy with you tossing and turning." April snaps.
"You think I like having to share a bed with you?"
"Yes. Last week, we were going at it like rabbits, and we had lots of fun!" April reminds him. "And let's not forget that you were the one that proposed to me after we went all night long!"
"I hate you right now! I especially hate that we are sharing a bed, but not in the good way because we're chained together."
"At least in prison we weren't chained together. We had a whole cell to enjoy." April says dreamily.
"Oh, will you just shut up?!" Jackson demands.
"Oh, cell block number five!" She says happily.
"Well, you're no picnic, either! You think I enjoy listening to you wax nostalgic about your time in jail? Ha!"
"You are acting like such a bitch!" April snaps at him.
"And by the way, a prison nickname doesn't count if you give it to yourself, dynamite!" He says, uncovering April's fake jail tattoo.
"You better watch it, Princess, because the fuse just got lit." She snaps angrilly, flexing her arm. She imitates a fuse that is about to detonate, and Jackson does the unthinkable.
He spits in his hand.
"What are you doing?" She demands.
He wipes the fake tattoo off of her arm.
April gasps.
"HA!" Jackson gloats.
"How dare you?! No one, and I mean no one, would do something that rude in prison! Now good night, Charles." She says turning off the lamp next to her.
"Good night, Reed." He says with a smile on his face.
"Checkmate." He says to himself twenty minutes late as she's dead asleep.