We got back to our motel room and put Richard in the tub in the bathroom. He could lay there hog tied for a while, not like he had much choice in the matter.
Upon exiting the bathroom, I turned to Hades and was about to release all my rage on him.
"I cant believe you!" I half whispered, half shouted. Then I put my hands on my hips and in the dumbest voice I could muster, I said, " 'Oh hey we're gonna stay one more night, you crazy kids have fun!' "
"We made a deal!" Hades protested, then his voice turned cold. "Besides, you gotta get ready for your diner date, don't think I didn't catch that one. You saw him before and you didn't say anything? What, are you two best buds or something?"
Wow. Really called me out on that one.
"Yeah, well, you could've just not said anything and I would've been perfectly fine!" I said. "And no, we're not 'best buds,' by the way, I don't friggin know him. I saw him from across the restaurant, you jerk!"
With that, I stormed into the bathroom, momentarily forgetting Richard was in the tub.
"Lover's quarrell?" He asked with his face smushed up against the porcelain.
"Ugh!" I groaned.
Half a second later he was thrown out of the bathroom and into the main room, landing on the floor with a loud thud. He groaned as he tried to roll over to his side at least, but turns out getting hog tied really limits one's range of motion. The bathroom door again slammed behind him.
I stripped and got into the shower, trying to scrub all the dirt and grime from that filthy camper and those disgusting tunnels off.
Why did assassination work have to be so messy? I just wanted a clean kill. Don't get me wrong, hunting them down is a big part of the fun, but jeez why did people never just wanna die? They did everything they could to stay alive. I just don't understand it. Maybe I just don't understand people. Hades' angry face flashed through my mind, that's one I really don't understand. I let my thoughts consume me as I scrubbed my body.
Finally, stepping out of the shower and into the cold bathroom air, I shivered as I remember I didn't bring my clothes with me. I was so angry I forgot. I walked out wrapped in just my towel, stepping over richard as he lay there still squirming on the floor. I stormed over to my duffel bag and snatched a random t shirt and pair of jeans and stormed back into the bathroom, slamming the door again.
That door's gonna have post traumatic stress disorder after I'm done with it.