#hidehillplotdrop002

danny: solid joke, syd

danny: awful timing

danny: but solid joke lol

It hadn’t been easy but Julia’s moment had come when the officer standing outside their suite door had gone for a break. With the door unmanned, she had been able to sneak out the room and left unseen. She made it to the back of the building. Her damp hair still slung to her shoulders, even when she had tried to tie as much of it back as she could. 

The marred skin along her collar bone and neck did little to hide what she had been up to before the event. It was part of the reason she couldn’t be in that fucking room for a second longer.  “Miles?” she called out as she stepped outside, looking around to find him. This was so inappropriate but Asa was dead and Julia couldn’t and wouldn’t drink the grief away - this was the only other option for her. 

mel: i told the whole damn town so im telling you

mel: know ledger's rap sheet?

mel: he covered for me - and i didn't want you to hear it from someone else

ronnie: dude what room are you in?

ronnie: i cant believe they got us locked up like caged animals like this

Staring down at his phone, Syd chuckled to himself after his flirtatious texting with Danny had ended. He didn’t even care who saw the amused smile on his face, far too caught up in the rush of excitement he felt at the thought of what awaited him outside that room. That was if he could find a way out without drawing too much attention to himself. Getting arrested was not in his plans tonight but neither was explaining himself to Phoebe why he was leaving when he said he wouldn’t. Instead, he settled for the next best thing: the right opportunity. When he found it, he quietly slipped outside the door that luckily wasn’t guarded anymore and made his way down to the ground floor. Once his docs met with asphalt, Syd rounded the corner to meet up with Danny. “You know what this looks like right,” he questioned, immediately beginning his teasing. “You sneaking out to meet the boy daddy doesn’t want you seeing.”

Miles: Seriously, do we have a problem?

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Knock. Knock. Knock

“Katherine, I’m at your door. Open up.” Rhett sighed, pocketing his phone before another notification appeared. All further notes reduced to silent buzzes, a small countermeasure to stop the incessant barrage of useless messages. A number of which were from Kat, all of them expressing wrathful sentiments of wanting to, quote on quote, ‘beat Melody’s ass’. Sentiments he would’ve shared if not solely focused on what the petite woman would do. The sinful vixen had a bad habit of going through with hasty decisions, many of which Rhett tried to dissuade her from enacting. Hence, the whole reason why he stood before room number eight.