A man and his turtle.

[shakebadguys]

Stanley Raymond Kowalski had been scarce lately, and had decided to remedy this by bringing his pot of coffee, mug of Smarties, and his turtle Benny into the lobby to sit and read for a while. No use being cooped up in your room all the time, right?

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[myjunkistommy]

Jenny had decided to do a bit of exploring. After poking around in various places and not finding much of interest, she made her way back to the lobby.

"Oh, hello," she said. He seemed nice, at any rate. "What are you reading?"

[shakebadguys]

"Oh -- hey there." He glanced at the title, "Oliver Twist. I dunno, I just grabbed it off the shelf in my room. This Dickins ain't a bad writer."

[myjunkistommy]

She shook her head, amused. "A bit wordy, I always thought."

[shakebadguys]

"Yeah, it's kinda long," he shrugged. "Ray Kowalski, by the way. I uh, don't think I've seen you around here before."

[myjunkistommy]

"Jenny Reilly," she answered. "I, um, just got here a few days ago."

[shakebadguys]

"Well welcome to ya, then," Ray said, smiling and offering his hand. "It's an okay place. Kinda weird."

[myjunkistommy]

"You've got that right," Jenny said, shaking his hand. "I guess it could be worse."

[shakebadguys]

"Could be Chicago in November. Now that's the pits."

[myjunkistommy]

"Is it really that bad?"

[shakebadguys]

"Have you ever been to Chicago in the winter? It's pretty bad."

[myjunkistommy]

"I've never been out of New York," Jenny answered wistfully.

[shakebadguys]

"Chicago's not all bad. Kinda shadey, some parts. But good place to be."