Stripper Pole Suite, The Arms Hotel, Tuesday morning
Mary just couldn't stay in room 422 or the fourth floor any longer. Pretty much everywhere she looked in her own suite, she saw reminders of the time George Michael had lived there with her. And even though they were going to be calling each other a lot and she would be flying across country to see him every chance she got, it was still pretty painful to be back in the suite that they shared together.
At the first chance she got, Mary raced down to the front desk and grabbed the first available key she could find. It wasn't until she got up to her floor that she realized what room she would be sleeping in. "Why in the world did I put in a suite with a stripper pole?" she groaned. It was just for one night, though, and the alternative was Mike's couch.
[Establishy, since there is at least one establishment in town with a stripper pole]
At the first chance she got, Mary raced down to the front desk and grabbed the first available key she could find. It wasn't until she got up to her floor that she realized what room she would be sleeping in. "Why in the world did I put in a suite with a stripper pole?" she groaned. It was just for one night, though, and the alternative was Mike's couch.
[Establishy, since there is at least one establishment in town with a stripper pole]