With a graceless flop, Harley fell face-first onto the bed in their tiny hotel room. The last few days performances hadn’t been quite as popular, leaving her a little disheartened. Twas the nature of showbiz, though. Can’t expect to be popular forever. Sitting up with a sigh, she reached over and swiped up a menu from the cheap Chinese place on the corner and waved it in Jack’s direction. “Food time?” She asked. As he took the menu, she adjusted herself again to hang off the edge of the bed. It would take her a moment before she was willing to broach the subject of their travels, after all, they hadn’t been there long, and this whole arrangement was still fairly new. “So J, where d’ya think we should go from here..?”