“The espresso bar is free and open 24/7,” the gal with the tattoos said. “And here’s a–”
“Did you say free espresso…24/7?”
“Ha, yep. Just grab your own personal mug. And here’s a happy hour token for your free welcome beer. Bar opens in an hour.”
What kind of hotel was this? A few folks in flannel and bandanas were traipsing between pool tables, hanging chairs, private working spaces, and shelves of local goodies. A well-behaved German Shepherd was lazing by the fireplace, its owners deep in a checkers match. Vivid murals and bright-green hallways faded into a dimly lit, industrial-chic common area more reminiscent of a hip European hostel.