Swanky hotel in downton Boston, but the night has been disrupted by a violent domestic incident followed by some crazy drunk chick knocking on the door for five minutes, finally answering it, only to have her try to bust in to 'get her coat' that she supposedly had left in some other room. It took a bit to convince her she had the wrong room.
Now my roommates won't stop snoring. I am already having trouble getting to sleep due to an overactive mind and nerves.
Oh great, now a bunch of Spencer for Hire action on the streets! Yay!