Room 505

Unsurprisingly (if you'd met Francine), her conversation with Arthur this morning had led to Francine completely unpacking the suitcase that had been ready next to her bed for a week, as soon as she and Katchoo got back from That Club. (Look, she wasn't even up to calling it by its proper name, let alone anything with the word ass in it.)

So now she had an open suitcase, a pile of clothes and toiletries, a passport she was going to misplace at least twice before the night was over, a fluffy white bunny with big sharp teeth on her pillow, a room slightly over-full of roses, and a door propped open by a Fodor's Guide To Great Britain.

[Open, like it sez!]