Two Tumblers, a Red Dress, & a Bottle of WhiskeyRonny was sitting at a desk pecking away on his typewriter late at night when he detected a familiar presence outside his room at the Hotel Rieusid.
Voi? He glanced over his shoulder, suspicious, then shook his head before resuming his letter. Not long after, there was a knock on the door. He hesitated before turning in his chair. “Who’s there?”
It was quiet at first.
“I need to talk to you, Ronny.”
His shoulders tensed; sometimes he wished he was wrong. This can’t be good. “Alright, just… just give me a minute.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. Huffing, he yanked his letter from the typewriter, balled it up, and tossed it aside. He rose from his seat to open the door though paused to look down at
