Bad Times at the El Royale

"Let  me  guess, it’s  some  man  who talks  a  lot. He  talks  so  much  he thinks  he believes  in  something. But  really... he  just  wants  to  fuck who  he  wants  to  fuck.

I’ve  seen  that  enough. I’m  not even  angry  about  it  anymore. I’m just  tired. I’m  just  bored. Of men  like  you.    

You  think  I  don’t see  you  for  who  you really are? A fragile  little  man. Preying  on  the weak  and  the  lost."

"Yeah. I - "  

"I’ve  heard  it. I  don’t  care.

I’d  rather  sit  here  and  listen  to the  rain."