You don't have to sell your body to the night..

[calicoway]

Not only does Luke know every hotel and motel in Chicago, he's, also, good friends with receptionists in most of them. His demon pimp slips them money or lets them have a free go with Luke and they tell him what room his client's in

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[just_the_spare]

Regulus started awake, and sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. He'd used just about all his magic to transform the room.

If a passing muggle were able to peek through the curtains, they'd just see a normal, disgusting room. However, once Regulus invited you in, the room turned into one full of soft, gree, carpeting, cream walls, rich woods, and a rather inviting, large bed full of pillows and blankets.

With a wide yawn, Regulus ran his hand through his hair, he scratched his bare shoulder before sliding off the bed and shuffling towards the door.

"Hullo?"

[calicoway]

"Hey, Regulus! It's me, Luke!"

He's practically bouncing on the other side of the door, part out of excitement at having found him and part out of anxiety, because there are lot's of crazy, messed up people here who would very much like to mug anyone who looks like they might have a buck.

"Open up, yeah?"

[just_the_spare]

"Come in," Regulus murmured tiredly and shuffled back to his bed, waving his hand absently, the door falling open. The teen was still rather drained from making the room nice. He crawled back into the bed and peered from over the covers, waiting for the blond to come in.

[calicoway]

Luke walks in, surprised to see Regulus in his bed so fast after opening the door.

He blinks at him and shrugs, closing the door behind him. It must be one of those magic... things.

Luke bounces over to him and jumps on the bed next to him. Not sexual or anything, just... Luke being... Luke.

"So how're you holdin' up? You look exhausted."