"Alright, I'll be sure an' comb my hair."

He flashed a quick smile, then kept his head turned towards the window the rest of the way, watching the city go by.

He didn't plan on calling. If she wanted to spend the day with him she would have said so. He'd go to the premier with her, and by seven o'clock he'd have time to sleep off and get over whatever hangover tonight was going to leave him with.

The hotel was nice, and when he found out they had a room he pulled out his wallet.

"You were right, Starla, it is a nice place."