| "Miss...." Calley groaned slightly and rubbed her eyes. "Miss, the Beacon, like you asked.." the driver said, wanting nothing more than to get this weeping woman out of his cab, and into her room, where maybe she could pull herself together. "Yes.." she mumbled. "Yes, thank you.." she ran her hand through her hair then dug through her small bag and pulled out some cash. "Here you go. Keep the change.." she said and quickly got out of the car, not waiting for him to help her. "But miss.." the driver called out, wondering if she was still out of it, as far as the alcohol he could smell on her was concerned. "I know how much is there. Thank you. If anyone asks, YOU were NOT the one who drove me, okay?" she smiled. "I'm really all right now. Thank you." "Okay miss.." he raised his eyebrows again and put the cab in reverse. He watched until she went through the glass double doors of the lobby, then pulled away. Calley quickly checked in and then realized where she was. "Oh well..stuck now.." she muttered to herself as she stalked to the stairwell. She didn't think her stomach could take the elevator ride, and she desperately just wanted to lie down, sleep off the after-effects of too many vodka and cranberries, then shower and think about how she was going to get back into the house and get the clothes that belonged to her, because she was sure that Adam was angry enough that he would ban her from the house completely. She stripped down, to nothing but bare skin, and climbed between the cool sheets. She bunched the blankets up under her chin, waited to feel the sheets warm up with the heat of her body, then slowly closed her eyes. Her last thought was to wonder if this had been the room that she and Taylor had stayed in the last time they'd been here together. Taylor and Zac sat, drinking beer after beer, and watched movies that neither were really paying attention to. The room was dark, except for the glow of the television set and the light left on in the bathroom, so neither would trip and fall on one of their many trips. Both were completely hammered. "Dude.." Zac slurred, and shoved Taylor, who was sitting on the floor, his back propped up against the front of the couch. "What?" Taylor shot Zac a lopsided grin as he almost fell over sideways. "Did you just wanna smash that fucker's teeth right down his throat, or what? Who the hell is he? Dr. Jeckyll?" Zac slurred again and then gulped another half-beer. "Yeah...was he drinking too?" Taylor asked, his eyes half-lidded and his cheeks flushed from the amount of beer he'd consumed. "I dunno man!" Zac chuckled. "Like I wanted to get close enough to SMELL him...damn Tay..." Taylor chuckled and swallowed his half-beer. "No shit. Sorry. I just wondered what the hell that was about. Totally opposite from the other night..." Taylor's face suddenly lost it's grin and he traced the rim of his beer bottle with his middle finger. "I know what you're thinkin' man..." Zac warned. "Don't go there right now. You're fucked up..and you dunno where she is..." he slurred. Taylor sighed heavily. "I couldn't walk if I wanted to, Zac. I'll probably sleep right fucking here..if I sleep at all..." "Dude, you mean you're gonna pass OUT right there.." Zac chuckled and handed Tay another beer. "She should sleep it off too. We'll do something in the morning, kay? I wanna know what the fuck is up with that moron of a husband of hers...she shoulda got out when you said so the first time, if that's the bullshit she has to live with...she must be a natural blonde.." Zac joked. He gave Tay a sideways grin. "Is she?" he wiggled his eyebrows. "GOD!! Shut up you fucking pervert. Gimme another beer and watch the damn movie.." Taylor slurred back. "Take it, assmunch.." Zac held the beer just out of Taylor's reach. Taylor leaned over and grabbed at the beer, but Zac moved out of the way and Taylor wound up face down on the floor with Zac sitting on his back. "FUCK!" Taylor grunted and tried to struggle free. "You big ass goon.." he wheezed under Zac's weight. Zac pounded his chest and roared. "I am the MASTER....THE MASTER!!!" he laughed and kept Taylor's shouldes pinned to the ground. "Say it and I'll let you up, AND give you the beer, you sissy-boy.." Zac teased, bouncing to make sure Taylor felt every ounce of his weight. "FUCK YOU..." Taylor groaned, still struggling. "Come on.....GIRLIE MAN...show me whatcha got...or admit that I am the master shit kicker in this place..." Zac continued to torment his brother. "Okay.." Taylor's muffled voice called out. "Shit.... ZAC...okay..you're the master..now lemme up.." Zac relented and un-straddled his brother, grinning wickedly. "Master DUMBASS...." Taylor grinned and pounced on Zac before Zac knew what hit him. Isaac groaned and rolled his eyes as soon as he walked into their hotel suite. Taylor and Zac were both sprawled out, limbs overapping each other's, loudly snoring amidst and uncountable number of beer bottles. "What a way to top off a perfect night..." he mumbled, stepping carefully around his brothers, and the bottles, to get to his bed. "Jeez!" he muttered as he indavertenty kicked a bottle and it clanked against Taylor's head. Taylor only grumbled slightly and rolled over, flopping his arm roughly over the back of Zac's head. Zac grunted, shifted and snored more loudly. Issac went into his room, quickly undressed and slipped underneath his sheets, his thoughts truning to the evening he'd just spent with Courtney, to help drown out what sounded like chainsaws coming from the other room. "I hope they hurl on each other.." he muttered, before he finally fell asleep. |