Rainas face was a picture of motherly disappointment, which all in all wasnt bad, Johnny thought. To be disappointed in someone you needed tove expected more of them, and the fact that Raina expected anything of him was a positive, as far as he was concerned.
He pocketed the pack with a shrug, then turned back to the girl in the doorway.
So not that Raina like, yknow, needs a man to validate her opinion or whatever, but shes right. About everything.
Johnny gave the girl a little smile, hoping he looked reassuring.
Its not great, obviously, but were not fucked yet, yeah? Weve got options. Weve got, yknow, resources, like she said. Shit, I havent even checked my bag yet, right? Maybe theres a fuckin
jetski or something in there, yeah? We dont know.
The girl was frowning, and Johnny sensed he was losing her. He needed to refocus.
Look, Rainas right that well think of something, cause thats just what people do, yeah? Shes right that we shouldnt be wasting shit, cause like, obviously, right? And shes right about getting the fuck outta here.
He waved an arm expansively, indicating the wet, puddled floor; the creepy baths filled with their ancient water (and who knew just what the fuck the water was filled with); the dark, oppressive atmosphere of the room. Johnny hated the damp. He was a child of the desert, and even the swimming pool changing rooms he hadnt liked. This? This room was a fucking nightmare.
Look at the fucking place. I mean if youre so fucking doom and gloom, what youre saying to me is that this is the place you wanna die, right? In here? I mean were not gonna die, obviously, we got this, but like
The thread of the conversation was getting away from him again. Focus, Johnny.
This places sucks some donkey dick, okay? Fat old hairy donkey dick. Fuck this place, lets go be somewhere else.