Hotel Court

Russ and I were staying in a hotel. Our room had two queen size beds and an Asian couple was sleeping in one of them. In the morning, a maid came into our room and said she would have to take us to hotel court for having too many people in our room. We were all in bed and I started to protest, but then she saw Russ rolling a blunt and I knew we would have to go with her. We all followed her down to the lobby to hotel court. We were in a room with a bunch of other people and most of their cases were dismissed. Then we had to follow her to a second room where the judge was. There were student desks for us to sit in while we waited our turn. As I sat, I looked down and noticed a bag of weed sitting in the chair. I deduced that someone had left it there so they wouldn't get caught with it on their person when they went before the judge. I sat on top of it and whispered to Russ, "Look!" He had a bag of weed on top of the desk and was sifting through it. "What are you doing?" I exclaimed. "Do you want to go to hotel jail?"