Eric watched the exchange through the window while he headed against his bike as he planned out his next move. He figured that he'd simply pick up his last check and head north. There was always work to be found in the Midwest this time of year and there was plenty of good riding up there. Not to mention some of his old connections in the drug trade.As far as he could remember he left Iowa and Illinois on good terms. He hadn't gotten into too much trouble there, nothing that would land him back in jail. Yes, it'd be a hard two day ride north and then four or five good months before he'd have to head south again.<br/><br/>He was snapped away from his thoughts when she  office with a look of defeat on her face. While she dug her back out of his saddle bags he kind of looked at her puzzled, trying to figure out why she thought she had to leave. He had told her that he'd put her up in his room. But maybe she had been too shocked from her husband's abuse for it to register at the time. So when she started to walk away he raised his large arms to the side as if to ask her why she was leaving. It wasn't until she neared the road that he hollered out after her. "I did tell ya I'd put ya up for the night. Get ya little ass on over here girl." He exclaimed as he straddled his bike again and started it up. He kicked up the kickstand and started the bike, then moved it over several dozen feet to the empty spot in from of his ground floor room.  Then with the bike again on his kickstand, the ignition locked and him rummaging through one of the saddle bags he again called out to her. "Don't worry, I won't bite ya or nothing. You can have the bed, I'll take the chair." He added the last part in an attempt to let her know there weren't any strings attached. He didn't expect anything in return.<br/><br/>After he got what he was searching for he locked the bags and tour pack then went into his room. It wasn't anything special. Just a very simple room with a tv, mini fridge and a small kitchenette. Though the floors were stained it didn't  smell, and all of his clothes were in a laundry bag ready to be picked up on a moments notice for a quick getaway. He left the door wide open for her and set what he'd retrieved from the bags on the small table. A brown cloth wrapped round several items that still hadn't been revealed.<br/><br/>Immediately upon setting down the items that would later be revealed to be a handgun some pot and a one hitter he dug around in the mini fridge, retrieved two beers and a handful of ice.