<b><i>Room 2</i></b><br/><br/>Two was not a bad a bad number. In fact she liked it. Not that she was a fan of numerology but it felt like a good sign from the universe. Two like her twin. Two like the sign Gemini which she was. The universe was a comedian.<br/><br/>Taking it upon herself she’d begrudgingly pull her luggage with her to her room. It would not be in trip considering she overpacked even though she didn’t expect to stay long. Just enough to get the stamp she needed to get her boss and her family to stop riding her ass about getting clean. SHE WAS CLEAN! Or so her inner monologue told her such.<br/><br/>Voices all around with others making their way in. It took at least three trips to bring her things as she cursed about how they had no bellhops or anyone she could tip to do this menial labor. Once her bags were in and there was no way she’d unpack when she thought this would be a “wham bam thank you ma’am” arrangement.<br/><br/>For the time being she took her mini brand Ives saint Laurent purse  and would start her search for the kitchen once locking her room up. Maybe they had drinks or at least orange juice. Ava needed to pop hidden xanex and of course she wasn’t addicted. Addicts didn’t use juice to pop pills. She wasn’t that basic.