RJ told Chaz and Ann he’d be back at the bar. He wanted to have fun.
Fuck Pad. I don’t need his s**t.
Here he was in f*****g Bangkok and pissed all hell at Pad.
Get it together, man. You took those two guys back here in this cheap motel to have a party.
The rain hit the steel roof, drowning out the wall unit that pumped in the air conditioning. A heart-shaped mirror took up most of the bedroom, the large double bed bowed in the middle, and took up the rest of the available space.
RJ took a leak in the bathroom. Rust stains edged the mirror cabinet, and linoleum, which probably dated from the 1960s, provided the floor covering.
He splashed water on his face and walked out. Two male dancers, their skin color like light mahogany sat on the edge of the cheap motel bed.
They looked like
