Hotel Noir Page #3

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I have no interest whatsoever in talking to you,

or in hearing you talk ever!

I'm crazy about you.

You are crazy, period. Let go!

Where would you be without me?

You're about to find out again.

I'm sorry about that.

Hold it.

Miss Click, you signed a contract specifying

two full sets...

What part of I'm in the middle of something here

do you not understand?

The management doesn't take these things lightly.

Oh, I shudder. I quake.

And I quit.

Come on, baby. Come back!

Oh, you had a flip?

You should probably go home

and sleep it off, huh?

Please, mister, don't tell anyone about this.

I only shut my eyes for 5 minutes,

but I meant no harm, honestly.

If the management finds out that I fell asleep

in a client's room again, that's it.

I'm out on the street.

I've been working double shifts

plus school

so I haven't been getting much sleep.

Last time they said I was a thief

because the woman in the room

dropped her earring down the drain

The time before that they implied that I was soliciting

sexual favors which the management grounds upon,

Not the soliciting so much

as the not cutting them in on the profits

so I yelled at them and told them,

Who the hell do they think I am?

Just because I fell asleep on the man's bed

doesn't mean I slept with the man.

I don't think you're a thief.

Really?

Really.

Well, that's very perceptive of you,

because I'm not.

I swear on the Virgin of Guadalupe.

You probably don't know who that is,

but she means the world to me.

However I did manage to notice that you had

a superhero costume in your suitcase

so I hung it, so it wouldn't wrinkle.

That's Tiltawor's outfit, isn't it?

She's my favorite.

Not that I have time to waste to go to the pictures

but my little sister's obsessed,

so she relays all the stories to me.

Where did you get it?

A friend of mine works in one of the studios.

It's an exact replica of the one in the pictures.

Holy Toledo, that is really neat.

In any case, I'd best get back to work

so I don't lose my job.

Would you like to keep it?

Oh, I need it.

I have to pay for my sister's school

and I'm the only one she has.

No, I mean the costume.

What do you mean?

The person I got it for doesn't need it anymore.

Would you like it?

Really?

What's your angle?

What angle?

Are you a costume salesman?

Because I don't have any money.

You're in luck. I'm not.

Then what's your angle?

In my life so far nobody ever gave me something

when they weren't expecting something back.

Not that they gave me very much, mind you.

But I give a lot back.

You could say that's my problem.

I give too much for too little.

But that sounds dirty.

I mean emotionally.

If I tell you something, will you promise

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