To my surprise, the rooms had been recently remodeled despite the horrible exterior of the hotel. The peeling yellow paint, rotting shingles, and falling awnings were a far cry from how the interior rooms looked. For that I was grateful. “I’m hungry,” I moaned to Raze as I rubbed my gurgling stomach. “I know, babe,” he said. “Me too. Let’s go grab a bite to eat.” We climbed back on his bike and rode up and down Main Street looking for a restaurant of some sort, but all we found were bars. “Is bar food going to be okay?” he yelled back over the roar of the engine. I nodded into his side mirror, and he pulled into a spot in front of one of the bars. We climbed inside and my mouth salivated at the thought downing some fried pickles and a tenderloin and washing it down with a tall, ice cold beer. I could taste the sweet and savory goodness already. We stepped into the dark, smoke filled bar and took a seat in the corner booth. Raze always liked to face the doorway, so I let him pick which side he wanted.
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