souls

lorcus took the pen and wrote,
lightning hopkins.
looking at the woman he squeezed out a thin laugh, and nodded in a way to suggest that she leave the room and return to her watching of television. "what are you watching?" he asked. "the eurovision song" she said. florcus laughed, this time from deep inside.
In the midst of his self abandoned fit, a small piece of stool dislodged itself from it's comrades in his rectal vault and popped into the 65 year old's drawers. he quickly took on a serious look. while trying to ignore the rectal escape probe, he tapped the receptionist's forearm.
I NEED TO TALK TO YOU..... LATER. florcus mouthed to him.
the receptionist smiled, an unknowing nod was passed between them. florcus tapped at his chest and took out his wallet. a blip of understanding passed over the ukrainian's face. florcus showed him his hand
LATER
florcus pointed at the desk
I'LL BE BACK.
bending at the knees florcus picked up his bag. "room 4, at the top of the stairs." the woman shouted.