❝ I swear to god, Arthur. ❞

They're standing in the neon-lit lobby of the weekend's accommodations, watching middle-aged businessmen and eurotrash with too much money mill about at the hotel bar. Everyone in the place is either swapping business cards in the traditional fashion or are wearing overpriced shoes and to say that Carolyn finds the whole exercise a bit Dadaist is something of an understatement. Also, they don't allow smoking.

"The hotel you chose is stupid."