<strong>Cynthia and Vivian</strong><br/>As they made their way towards the door, Cynthia began pulling back.  "No.  Don't want to go outside.  Let's just go through the lobby.  We're only on the first floor anyway."  She gave Blake an unfocused look.  "Whooo!  Testosterone alert.  Don't get to near him, Viv, it may rub off."  Urged by her lover, the two women left the restaurant, the sounds of the doctor singing some trendy pop piece from the Top 40 lingering after them as they made their way through the lobby.<br/><br/>Back inside their room, 107, Cynthia sat down at the bed, nearing the stage of drunkenness just before complete passout.  Looking up at Viv, her eyes were teary.  "I do not have a problem.  I just had a few too many.  You don't have any right to judge me.  's not like you've never been drunk."<br/><br/><strong>Beck</strong><br/><br/>Rachel took a check from a pile beside the computer and handed it over, along with a newly opened bottle of the local brew lager.  "This includes the weather discount.  I can charge your room, or you can pay the tab now."<br/><br/><strong>And the Rest</strong><br/><br/>After settling up with the other patrons, the group were the only ones left in the restaurant as Rachel began doing her pre-close routine, printing up a report from the computer, checking off and counting bottles.  She lingered near Edwin as she worked.  "Bad luck, then.  You won't find much in town to occupy yourself with; this is a small town, and we don't get a lot of tourists.  Most of the people you see are either lost or on retreat; some people really like having a private place to go to where most other people don't know about it.  I could show you around the town, if you'd be interested, sometime tomorrow."