You Good Though

as reply to driving west without a plan

Imogen woke up in room out of the 70's. There were bean bag chairs, and one inflatable, stacks of normal chairs, then the couch she was on. A sort of red leather that was kind of fancy, but stood next to to this random assortment of furniture made everything stranger. 

She looked to her left and a glass of water and tea cup sat there. The tea had gone cold. She looked at her watch 10pm. She had slept too long, she needed, had to get back to her hotel, her car fuck at the ocean. 

Her heart beat started to go a bit higher, maybe she needed some food. 

She crept into the hallway, and there was no one. Another cup near a chair sitting near the door. 
She looked left down a long hallway, and an exit sign displayed brightly the stairs. 

Then to her right a door opened and closed. 

An younger guy came out carrying a white styrofoam box. 

"Ah your awake, Keith said no one in till you woke up. You want any food? We were just about to order."

Keith the name didn't register she just smiled.

"One sec, gotta put these in the -80 then I'll be, I'll get Keith too. You good though?"