"Hotel," Bette replied, fumbling in a too tight pants pocket for her room keycard. Flourishing it finally, she peered at it. "Sumplace near here..."

Before Kelly could get a good look at the keycard, Bette tucked it into her back pocket. "Itsa niiice room. Yep." She waved her free hand expressively, "'Spensive." She leaned into his supporting arm, her head against his chest, even as she protested that she could get there "jus' fine."