Atticus woke up feeling groggy, mouth too dry but the urge for a cigarette calling his attention more than the thought of water. So he shifted past a warm body, a bed partner he didn’t remember having, and he sat up in the hotel bed. His pants were close enough that all he needed to do was grab them with his toes, and he was in business.
As soon as his cigarette was lit, he started tugging his pants up over his hips, sitting back down as his bed partner shifted awake.
“Hey,” the woman greeted, though she didn’t sound happy when she rose from the tangled blankets. “This room is non-smoking.”
He blinked, ignoring her, and his attention was drawn towards the bathroom after he heard the telltale sound of a toilet flush. Last night must have been weird. A man exited the bathroom, and he too shot Atticus a look of disappointment from the sight of the cigarette held between his lips.
“Room’s non-smoking, buddy,” the man said, reaching to the floor to grab his own shirt.
“If ya’ll don’t like it, you can leave,” Atticus responded, continuing to smoke as he pleased.
The man and woman glanced to each other. Atticus noted the wedding band on the man’s ring finger. He looked back to the woman, who was tucking her blonde hair back behind her ear. Her wedding ring sported a nice shiny diamond.
Atticus flicked the ashes onto the floor, taking another drag before laughing.
“You’re a married couple?”
The man crossed his arms, nodding as if to say, ‘No shit.’
Another laugh escaped Atticus. “Fucking weirdos.”
Thirty minutes later, Atticus was exiting the hotel room, scanning the parking lot for wherever he’d parked his damn car. He found it parked out of the way, closer to the road than usual, with his dog lounging in the shade the vehicle provided.
He opened the passengers side door, and Bambi rose up and hopped in without needing to be told. After circling the car, Atticus got into the drivers side, and they were already back on the road after a few minutes.
“Just married, can you believe that?” Atticus asked, shaking his head as he spoke to Bambi, who had no input for the conversation. “Who goes to Tennessee for their honeymoon?”
He tossed something onto the floor, the small objects clinking softly when they fell. Two rings- a gold wedding band, and a diamond ring.
“We’re gettin’ out of here, Bambi,” Atticus told his dog. “Let’s go across the states. I’m feeling Chicago.”
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