mecca.

saturday nights at the hotel are always a bit strange.
the tension is palpable,
everyone is eager to either sleep with someone,
drink with someone,
eat with someone,
get away from someone,
or reuinte with someone.
some are spoiled,
some are kind,
some are memorable,
and some i won't remember five minutes after checking them in.

i wonder what guests are secretly gay.
or who is a prostitute.
or who is making a baby at this very moment.
or if anyone is getting murdered,
falling in love,
breaking up,
or simply just watching tv.

this hotel is not just simply that.
it's a four story mecca of emotions.