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>>5928523>>5928600>>5928637>Actually you'd prefer to find alternate accommodations for the night, and just make up some excuse like you stayed with Kelly.About halfway on the ride back, it takes you as long from the jumble of other thoughts to come to the conclusion that maybe you'd rather just not go home tonight. As much as you'd like to sleep in your own bed, you'd prefer to not have to cope with more of a hassle if you can avoid it. So making use of your phone again to find decent and available accommodation, you get off at the next stop and wait for bit for your app driver to take you the rest of the way... this far from downtown, you're less worried about interacting with anyone personally.
<span class="mu-b">"Oooh not too bad. Maybe get room service too!"</span>
A pretty nice Milton on your side of town, really you'd have been fine with most anything at this point but it's nice to have some peace and comfort after what you've been through. To be able to wash clean in the fancy shower, put on a snug bathrobe and collapse onto the big comfy bed, a pillow chocolate awaiting you. Ugh, tired to your bones you are after everything. You could just doze off to sleep like this, were it not for your phone to remind you otherwise. Laying in bed for some minutes, your eyes linger on the money stacked on the bedside table before drifting back to your phone.
<span class="mu-b">"-sorry dad, sorry. My battery was dead, you know I would have called. Like I said, I was out with Kelly all night and we only just got back!"</span>
Ah, what a relief that is. Sure you have to lie egregiously about everything to him, but it's worth it for that weight off your shoulders and not having to deal with more stress or trouble. Making up some story about how you were out with friends and will be spending the night at Kelly's place, so he doesn't need to worry or wait up for you. There was some fear you had that he would have called any of your friends to try and find out where you were, but you know he wouldn't pry that much. Thankfully he buys the story you sell to him, and things go smoothly enough... though he does want to know what happened to your broken bedroom door, but otherwise you wish each other goodnight and hang up feeling much better than you did before.
Able to relax and breathe easy, as you lie in bed appreciating that new-money smell from the stolen stacks, with the TV on for background noise... rampant with news of your villainous caper at the festival.
>An evil write-in? 