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"Shit." Lance kicked the wall of the elevator. "There's no phone and no cell coverage. What kind of a crappy hotel is this anyway?"
AJ looked at him over the top of his sunglasses. "The same kind you always stay in. Five stars. Don't you have wireless on that laptop of yours? Send email."
Lance glared at him. "I'm not picking up any wireless networks. They must all be down too." He frowned. "I thought fancy hotels like this had backup generators. God, how did you talk me into this, anyway?"
AJ sneered. "I talked you into this? And I suppose MTV had nothing to do with it?"
Lance had the grace to look sheepish. "Well, I suppose they might have something to do with me being in New York. But you're definitely why I'm here in this stupid elevator."
AJ grinned devilishly. "You'd better believe it."
