Hakka walked up the flight of stairs that lead to the room in which they were staying. He had a feeling he would end up sleeping in the bathroom again, not wanting to get in the way of the oh so passionate love making Zen would most likely be partaking in tonight.
Pausing slightly before sliding the card into the door unlocking it he listened for any noise that he might be intruding on. But instead of the usual grunts and moans from the room there was, nothing, an odd sound indeed for the private loft that they had been staying in, he hadn't not heard anything for well over two weeks when he came back. Inhaling firmly before opening the door, Hakka hoped that he wasn't walking into a major trap that would wind up with him dead. The door swung open before he could open it, he looked at who opened it and found Zen, alone, holding another gun to his head.
Taking a calm step back Hakka sighed and said, "For god's sake Zen! Must you always hold that blasted thing to my head? Look. I have your food." Hakka held up the bag and pulled down his scarf. Without a word Zen put the gun down to his side, finger still on the trigger, and stepped back. "Thank you", Hakka said as he walked past him.
Hakka pulled off his coat and scarf throwing it discordantly on the floor in a ball. He placed the bag in Zen's hands and started to search the room for, unwanted guests. Why was no one here? What was Zen up to? That man, he could never get in that man's head. That evil head, what was he thinking? Opening and closing the doors rifling thru every room, like a cop looking for a convict, Hakka was convinced SOMEONE was there.
"What the hell are you doing Hakka?" Zen finally asked as he opened a pack of cookies that were on top of the bag. "There is no one here, nothing, and absolutely no cops."
"I wasn't looking for cops you horn dog. I was looking for your cheap pleasure the newest whore that you're fucking tonight. Where are they?" Hakka continued to rile through the entire room, as small as it was he was convinced. He got on his chest even and started to search under the bed.
Zen, all the while, was chuckling as he plopped himself on the bed, "There's no one here. I'm getting tired of the one night stands good Doctor. I want something with a bit more substance. He picked up the box of condoms and rolled his eyes, he never used them anyway, such a waste of money in his mind. "I think I'm over the thrill of whores.
I want to play with a new toy that hasn't been played with before."