Liz was still stuck with Red and Donald on this trip to the middle of no where. She despised the states they had to drive through and that they hadn't just gone in Red's jet. She also hated the fact that she had virtually had to beg to get the two to agree to getting a room for the night. After they got the room, she hated that as well.
"She'll share a bed with me." Red had started the argument causing Liz to look between the two men tiredly.
"Forget it, Reddington. She's with me." Donald argued back with a glare. Liz didn't bother listening to them as she sat her bag down and got ready for bed. When she finished, the two were still bickering.
"Hey," she said getting their attention. "Don't I get a say in this?"
"Of course, Lizzie." Red answered with a smug grin.
"Great. I choose Ressler." Liz answered causing Red's grin to drop as his ego seemed to deflate. Donald held back a triumphant laugh as Liz crawled into bed.
It wasn't long before the light was shut and everyone had gone to bed. Liz sighed and closed her eyes. She felt like she was about to drift off when she heard Red start snoring loudly. She glanced at Donald only to see him sound asleep.
'How can he sleep through that?' She thought to herself. Liz settled back down and closed her eyes. "Ouch!" She yelped when Donald's foot collided with her shin. Glaring at the sleeping man, she got up and moved over to Reddington's bed.
Liz considered crawling into bed with him but thought better of it from how he had managed to spread himself across the entire thing. There was no way that she could lay down comfortably next to him. Plus, she'd never be able to sleep with the snoring right in her ear.
Liz sighed before going back to Ressler's bed. She laid over to the side of the bed to where she thought she was out of Ressler's reach. It wasn't long before she was proven wrong. His foot connected with her rear causing her to yelp and fall into the floor.
Red woke up and stretched. He yawned as he stood and walked to the bathroom. Something seemed wrong. It took a moment for him to notice the woman curled up in the bathtub.
"Lizzie, what're you doing?" He asked groggily. He felt a chill go down his spine when she met him with an intense glare. Without waiting for a reply, he backed out of the bathroom and closed the door. Maybe he should send Ressler to tell her they had to leave in an hour.
author's note_
...I'm freakin sleepy and my family aren't the easiest people to sleep in the same room with.
