"So did I," Sparkle pointed out with a shrug of his shoulders. "Shitty indoor plumbing is still indoor plumbing. I can handle it."

He wandered into the room, took a look around, gave a satisfied little nod, and then deposited his bag on the bed. It would be fine there, sure. And if for whatever reason it wasn't, it wasn't like anyone would find anything terribly exciting in there anyhow.

Maybe a baggie of weed. Oh no. Not that.