This piece was another one seemingly written a lifetime ago. I wrote it after a fairly dull/depressed night, and kept it for some unknown reason.

The story itself wasn't hard to really pull off. The hardest part was that I couldn't remember what the texture on the ceiling was called, if anything. So I used the characters inexperience to my advantage.

The hotel scene in general was somewhat difficult to make in general, but I got a decent image in my head and just went with it.

Something tells me I'm going to have to get off my lazy tail and start writing more often now.

As a side note:
The character talking is named Ras Rondel, and has a fairly shallow story when compaired to Jason's. He's going to be the type to enjoy the things in life that Jason can't seem to find, and I want to display a stark contrast between them as soon as I can.