Flamingo A4, Lateish Monday Morning

Xander entered through the wood-side door, two bags over his shoulder and Jeremiah's tank in his opposite hand. Looking around for roomies and/or empty spaces, he saw plenty of the second, but only one sign of the first, so far, just inside the door.

"Hey, Cal. You good with me as a neighbor?" He pointed to the opposite space. "Or are we looking at guys' side and girls' side?"

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