In a dark seedy motel, Roland got off of the bed slowly. Fully nude, and covered in a thin layer of sweat. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed the open bottle of Jack Daniels and took a deep swig from it. An attractive and curvy sort of woman lay there, a dazed look in her eyes with the sheets draped over her body. Speaking in a husky tone, she simply said<strong>"One more time? For the road."</strong>Smirking some as he tipped the bottle back, and finished it off. All he did was wipe his mouth and say<strong>"Some other time, maybe. I've gotta go to work, so it'd likely be best if you shoved off darlin'."</strong>Afterwards he made his way to the shower, and washed off all of the evidence of their intimacy.<br/><br/>After the shower, Roland tossed on a pair of black cargos, black boots, a black bulletproof vest underneath over his wifebeater but underneath his shirt and jacket. Holstering a .357, along with a back up ruger in his back pocket he threw on a skull cap and got onto his Harley. The man did have a meeting to attend after all, and hopefully? He wouldn't have to shoot anyone in the face tonight, but the night was still young.