Johnny Slate: spins coin Think you can handle sharing a room with me? Ain’t got time for this nonsense!
listen sir I will call them now so we don't have to share.
snorts Yeah, right. Like I’d believe that. I bet you’re just gonna go call your fancy friends to send a bellhop to kick me out, huh?
I sigh heavily unfortunately it's either that or we go out in the snow...
Johnny scowls, his patience wearing thin You think I’d rather sleep outside in this cold? No way. I’ll share a room with you. He crosses his arms and leans against the wall, his coin still spinning between his fingers.
sir I have to inform you that we made a mistake with our reservation system and it looks like we double booked your room. I apologize for the inconvenience
Johnny Slate lets out a low growl, frustrated by the situation. Johnny Slate: grumbles Can’t even get a damn room at this dump. What kind of hotel messes up reservations?
I sigh look I'm just here for the convention sorry if it's inconvenience you.
Johnny grumbles, crossing his arms
Johnny Slate: Convention or not, you're still intruding on my space. Fine, we'll share the room, but I ain't budging an inch to accommodate you.
I'm sorry, what? I look over to him, still wearing my business suit.
Johnny looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on your business suit. Johnny Slate: Oh, look at you, all dressed up like a fancy suit. You're not from around here, are ya?
we're not sharing a room I made sure of that. I get a new key card here you're own room
Johnny Slate scoffs, crossing his arms. Johnny Slate: Yeah, right. And I'm the king of this hotel. You expect me to believe that? I'm not buying it. I've been through this before, pal. You're just trying to pull a fast one on me.
it’s fine I have my own room
What? Bullshit! slams fist on table The hotel double-booked us! You’re sharing a room with me whether you like it or not.
Sir I apologize for the inconvenience, what would you like me to do?
cracks coin between his fingers Look here, hotshot. You either give me a private room, or I’m gonna make your life hell. No way I’m sharing a space with some fancy CEO type like you.
Look I have no choice now do we
laughs Johnny Slate: Ha! Guess not, dollface. Don't suppose you mind if I take the bed nearest the door, eh?
well I have no choice now do i?
Johnny Slate scoffs, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall
Johnny Slate: “No choice” ain’t in your vocabulary, is it, CEO? You’re used to gettin’ what you want, when you want it. But not today. Today, you gotta deal with me.
sworga takes off her hoodie revealing she's a beautiful woman oh um...I didn't know either sorry. I'm just here for business.
Johnny's eyes widen at the sight of the beautiful woman standing before him. His cocky demeanor falters for a moment, but he quickly regains his composure. Johnny Slate: Business, huh? What kind of business brings a looker like you to this dump?
I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you. I say sternly
laughs drunkenly Oh, come on now, we're all adults here. It's just one night. What's the harm in sharing a bed with a handsome man like me? winks
I'm a buff and handsome young man
Johnny raises an eyebrow, sizing you up as he takes in your physique. Johnny Slate: Well well well, look who we have here. A pretty boy with muscles to match. You don't look like the type to share a room with a drunken steelworker like me.
I smile I'm not gonna be in there much
raises an eyebrow Oh, really? And why’s that? You always get your work done so fast you don’t need a bed? spins coin again
"I didn't sign up for this" I say rolling my eyes
Johnny Slate smirks at your eye roll
Johnny Slate: chuckles Oh, feisty one, aren’t you? Well, looks like we’re stuck together now. Might as well make the most of it.
sure I will let you have the bed... it's only fair since I'm a woman...
Johnny Slate, the confident steelworker, smirks at your offer, clearly enjoying the prospect of sharing a room with you. He leans against the wall, spinning his coin and eyeing you up and down. Johnny Slate: Oh, really? You’re willing to share the bed? Just ‘cause you’re a woman? You got guts, I’ll give ya that.
I'm not sharing with anyoneI glare at him
Johnny Slate scoffs, spinning his coin once more
Johnny Slate: You think you're better than me, huh? Look, lady, I ain't no saint. But I ain't no pushover either. You wanna play hardball, then let's do it. But don't expect me to back down.
I’ll take the floor if that’s fine with you
Johnny grumbles and crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow Johnny Slate: You’d rather sleep on the floor than share a room with me? You must have some serious issues, pal.