Undercooked Fries

They stood staring  at the single bed for a beat and then the door clicked closed behind them and they snapped out of it.
Surprisingly Adver was the first to speak when he said It's not going to be a problem, is it? That's how tired he was.
No, Dorge replied and his diaphragm expanded to say more, but it seemed too much and he decided to take his shoes off instead.
The trip was taking longer than the both of them had thought it would and they now carried a guilt that was small but still heavy. Dorge wanted to tell Adver that he was OK to go alone from here and that there was no reason that he should keep going. Adver wanted to tell Dorge that he didn't think they'd ever get to where they were going. But these are things they did not say because despite the words being easy to reach down and grab, there was no real way to line them up in the right way without letting them all slip, let go because of their sharp edges.
Dorge stood back up and looked at the fire escape plan on the back of the door. YOU ARE HERE. Indeed I am, Dorge thought. He thought that if he were feeling better he would think of the qualifications and consequences of being somewhere, anywhere, but was not feeling better and could not convince even himself that he was clever in any way. He thought about breaking his glasses into two pieces and dispensing with the sham all together. He probably needed to eat.
Dorge sat on the edge of the bed and flipped through the hotel menu and wondered if motels had room service. But then he started wondering if he could call the number and ask that the french-fries be served nice and crispy, as soft, undercooked fries made the pulp under his molars secrete hate. The problem was that if he called and asked for his fries that way, and they didn't come that way, his night would go really badly. If he didn't call and ask, and sloppy, undercooked fries came to the door, it's not like it was anyone's fault, they didn't know. Dorge pinched the bridge of his nose and wished he wasn't like the way he was, and wished he could exorcise everything he hated about himself like in The Exorcist, and then kill it, like in Fight Club.
Adver was taking a really long shower. It didn't occur to Dorge that he had been in there so long until he himself wanted to take a shower. Just then he was standing by the door and asking Adver what he wanted from room service. Adver was feeling better so instead of answering the question posed to him he reminded Dorge that The Exorcist wasn't about getting rid of some other self, but getting rid of an entirely foreign entity.
Dorge responded by saying he was just reaching in to turn the vent on, which he did, but what he also did was take Adver's carefully placed change of clothes out of the bathroom and place them on the bed. Shit like that was hilarious to Dorge.
As soon as he laid the clothes down there was a knock at the door. At first Dorge thought it must have been Adver tooling around in the bathroom, and had actually resigned himself to the fact that that was what it was. But his sense of adventure made him go to the looky hole and look anyways, desperate for it to be someone interesting standing there, like maybe a marine from one of the Alien movies. Instead it was a prostitute. He thought he should at least say he was pretty sure it was a prostitute, but that would be false, as Dorge knew that the woman on the other side of the door was indeed employed in the oldest business in the world.
He thought he'd answer the door and say Hey. But he wasn't really as cool as he thought he was and his voice caught in his throat and he went with an approximation of Yes? instead.
She said Hi back, because she was cool, and called him Sugar and told him there was something in his room that she needed.
Dorge stood there quietly because he had thought that she was white but now that he saw her outside of the circular confines of the looky hole that maybe she wasn't but he couldn't tell. So she had to say Can I come in? twice before he dumbly stepped aside and let her in.
She was ordinarily pretty with a thickness to her and clothes that were too tight, and for a brief second Dorge thought she might be in trouble and that he was going to get to play the hero. But he only thought that for a second because as soon as the door shut she went to the nightstand and pulled out the Holy Bible and started leafing through it. Dorge was starting to get the impression that he was not going to be the hero of her story when he heard the shower water cut off.
The woman looked up at him questioningly as it was the cutting off of the shower that alerted her to that possibility of there being someone else in the room, as the sound of the water had before been only a sound that had come with the room upon entry being permitted to her: she had signed the lease but didn't know there were mice. The look she gave Dorge made him feel like he should apologize to her, and his mouth opened to offer such an utterance when, from the bathroom, Adver yelled the words Jesus and Christ and Dorge.
As Adver came out of the bathroom wrapped in a white hotel towel, it was the first time the woman or Dorge had seen him without some vestige of clothing.
The three of them stood looking at each other.
Who is she? Adver asked, confused and angry, and dripping water.
A prostitute Dorge answered.
There was a sitcom quality to the way the both of them responded with What?
Sugar had turned to Honey when she said Honey, I'm an escort. When she said this she wasn't looking at Dorge because she was counting the one hundred dollar bills that she had pulled from the Book of One Hundred Dollar Bills.
Adver's anger is usually set to radiate but at this time it was focused to a fine beam directed at Dorge and then the words, tilted up in a question, Why did you order a prostitute?
Not wanting to offend further, Dorge hissed out Escort before he thought to say that he didn't order anyone, anyone at all.
Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds at it, the escort said in a discernible twang that neither of them could place, and was out the door.
Then what were you paying for?
Nothing, Dorge protested.
Nothing? Adver said, hauling his clothes back into the bathroom to have some modicum of privacy to get dressed in.
When Dorge said She had money in the Bible, it sounded like a funny thing to shout against the closed bathroom door.
Just please tell me you ordered food, too, was the immediate response.