Disclaimer: Nothing has changed I still don't own the Gunmen. Holly Golightly is property of Truman Capote.
A/N this chapter is kind of late, microsoft word is acting up. Thank you Amy for reviewing! I'll try to keep updates more consistant.
The Dear Deer seemed to be my savior that night. The neon sign blinked between saying "VACANCY" and "V CAN Y" beneath it a motto promised "A good 'ole fashion log cabin experience!". I summed up my courage and pulled in the parking lot.
It seemed okay, enough trees surrounded it to evoke my inner Laura Ingles Wilder. I was Mary Pat of the Dear Deer, homesteading it by herself in the American wilderness with only her cunning and forty-dollars U.S to protect her. I liked the sound of that.
Inside the Dear Deer looks like a grandmother's attic. Everything looked second hand. The chairs didn't match by any strech of the imagination, one had a patched up cover the colour of a molded brownie, the other had a white on blue pattern of stain shaped flowers. The walls looked greasy, appearently somebody else realised this and had stuck tacky nick-nacks all over to divert attention.
"Can I help you?"
The speaker was mostly stomach, and not quite, but almost wider than tall with a very round bald face, which, was more then compensated by the hair on his arms. He wore a kind of jogging suit although I doubt that man has ever set foot in the gym in his whole round life.
"Um yes." I said "I-I need a room for two…" I reconsidered my forty dollars, "Just tonight, thanks."
He looked at me, determining weither I was going to steal anything. After a pause he handed me the register.
"Gerald!"
"What?" Said the guy.
The woman who walked in took one look at me scowling.
"You know the policy, cash. up front." Then to me she snapped "Twenty-five bucks."
I imagine with this kind of service they attracted loads of buisness. The woman's scowl never left me as I fished out thirty bucks from my purse. She made change, handed me my five bucks back and flipped the register at me still scowling. I signed the register Holly Golightly which I thought quite clever, I am such a librarian!
"Breakfast is at ten." Said Gerald at last.
"Thanks" I took the offered key for "cabin" seven, the furthest from the front desk. My adveture offically began!