L.A.
Dawn had just crept over the horizon, painting the sky a beautiful violet and blue mixture, as the old man pulled his truck up along side a curb on the outskirts of L.A.
"This is it son the end of the line. Time for ya to wake up." The old man spoke kindly as he shook the boy sleeping in his passenger seat.
Xander awoke with surprising quickness to the shaking first his eyes coming open and his mind wondering where the hell he was.
"Thanks sir. I appreciate you giving me a ride and all especially at night… However I don't recommend you do it again though." Xander told the man as he hopped out grabbing his bag out of the bed of the truck.
"Your right son. I shouldn't have stopped but you looked rather down so I figured it couldn't hurt to give ya a ride." The old man replied. "I wish ya well lad. Maybe I'll see ya around."
"Maybe. Thanks again man." He smiled as the old man kicked the truck into gear and pulled off.
Now where? Xander thought as he started walking into the city. Need to find a place to sleep if even only for a night. He walked down the street looking for a cheap motel. Seeing a small out of the way place that reminded him of the SunnyDale Motor Lodge, he headed for it.
Looking out at the few cars that peppered the parking lot in front of the small single floor motel, he noted the few high priced cars with a rather sarcastic mindset. Rich men out to sleep with their "Mistresses." He thought with a lot of scorn behind it.
Walking into the open reception area he noted the diminutive man behind the counter and the few plush chairs that had obviously saw better days.
"I need a room probably only for the night." Xander told the small man.
"That's $50 in advance and another $100 tomorrow." The small man told him while trying (and failing humorously) to look down his nose at the brown-haired teen.
"Fine." Xander said reaching into his back pocket and pulling out the wad of cash there. Counting out 2 twenties and a ten he tossed them over the counter to the little man. "Know any decent places to eat around here?" Xander asked not really expecting an answer.
"There's this nice little Scandinavian place down the street about 2 blocks. Serve American stuff but the atmosphere is like that of the Viking halls." The little man replied frowning at being asked for advice by what was obviously a tourist.
Xander grinned. He'd always been kind of in awe of the old Viking myths and getting to eat in a place that was modeled after a Hall was appealing. "Cool I'll check it out then."
The little man put the money into the register and grabbed a key off the wall. "118" he said his eyes focusing on a Miniature T.V. that was on top of the register.
Xander grabbed the key and walked out, 111…112…114…115…. 117…118…Bingo. He thought as he got the magic number with the key from the desk.
Opening the door and entering the place Xander saw it wasn't as bad as he expected. A small bed lay against one wall, a T.V. opposite, Bathroom on the far wall and a night table. Perfect. He thought with a genuine smile. Throwing his bag on the bed he shut the door walking toward the bathroom. Looking in he saw it was a Spartan facility. Inside there lay the standard toilette, small shower, and sink with a mirror. Hey, Hey! Even got fresh towels. He looked appreciatively at the object in question. Taking a whiff of himself he grimaced. O Yeah definitely shower time. He thought stripping off his clothes and hopping in.
20 minutes later
Hopping out of the shower he dried off. Wrapping the towel around him and grabbing his clothes he walked out the bed. Opening his bag he pulled out a solid black t-shirt, black jeans, and black boxers. Wow. Solid color. What are the chances of that being what I threw in? He wondered to himself.
Throwing on the clothes he fell on the bed exhausted, falling into a deep sleep.
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Rob: I hope this part is a little bit better then the last.
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