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The shorter one pushed the other's feet off the bed, grumbling about someone needing odor-eaters. They both went on sighing happily after that.
"Maaaaaaan! This is the liiife!" breathed Nick, breaking the silence.
"You can say THAT again!" replied Brian, drowsily.
"MAAAAN! This is the LIFE!" This time it was a shout.
"You asshole! I was trying to sleep! And I didn't ask you to scream it again!" Brian whined while hurling the nearest pillow at his friend. Nick snickered as it missed him. He hadn't moved, but Brian was too sleepy to aim right. He continued his drumming, this time louder. Some spit escaped his mouth on accident, not only drenching his hands, but also reaching Brian's face. Nick burst into tears of laughter as Brian jerked up, wondering where the wetness on his face had come from. Brian noticed Nick rubbing drops from his own hands onto his jeans.
"You really are an asshole. Now I have to go take a shower. I bet it's all over my hair, too." Brian complained again.
"Awww! Frick got dirty! Poor poor you. Now that you're a married man, you gotta stay clean and prim. Wouldn't want Leighanne catching you less than perfect!" Nick taunted, smiling wickedly at his grumpy looking friend. Brian was now gathering up his clothes and some towels and heading toward the bathroom.
"I don't know how long this shower will take to get your scum off me, but you better be out of my room when I return, asshole," Brian replied without even looking back, waving his middle finger before he vanished behind the bathroom door. Nick only snickered at the closed door. Then the door to the hallway opened.
"Hey Nick." The greeting came before the person could even see Nick was in the room.
"Hey Kev. Don't you usually knock?" Nick asked, sincerely bewildered by the older man's lack of usual good manners and politeness.
"What? Oh. I heard a shout and then Brian say something about asshole from down the hallway. I figured you were in here," Kevin replied.
"How sweet! You know me so well!" Nick replied cheerfully.
"Say, did Howie or Bone tell ya where they were headed before they left their rooms? All I know is that they were going out somewhere, and at the time when they told me I didn't think to ask where." Nick shook his head and shrugged. "They probably went shopping or something like that," Kevin answered his own question, used to not getting much of anything from Nick, particularly when he was in a good mood.
"Whatcha gonna do now? Brian is taking a shower, I suspect it will be long. I'm kinda bored," Nick admitted.
"You? Bored? No... How can this be? You are always the one who wants to do this and that while we are all bored and not wanting to do anything," Kevin reminded him.
"I know, I know. It's just I don't feel like going out. I'm not tired. Brian doesn't wanna do anything but sleep, and that won't even be until after his shower. Howie and AJ are missing in action. What's left?"
"I don't know, but talking of sleep, I think I will take a nap." Nick sighed with exaggerated frustration. Kevin never was interesting to just hang with. He never wanted to go and do anything. Besides, it's not like he would be able to wake the guy later; when Kevin slept, he slept. Not to mention, Kevin slept nude. Nick never thought he would do it for just a nap, but he didn't want to find out.
"Well, Kevvy Kev," Nick grinned nastily, his eyebrows arched just so, giving him an evil appearance. "Kevvy Kev " was a nickname the guys had heard a fan call Kevin once, and found it so hilarious that they still called him it every once in a while, "Have sweet dreams."
Kevin smirked back at the sound of the nickname. "You asshole." At that, Kevin left the room, shutting the door. Nick settled back into his chair, once again propping his feet on the bed, snickering at everything in general now. Reaching for a bag he had brought that was beside him, he pulled out his portable discman, checking to see what CD he had in it.
"Korn...Issues.." he muttered to himself, thinking. He'd only gotten the CD a little while ago, and hadn't listened to it that much yet. Now would be a good time to listen to it more. He certainly had the time. Placing the head set over his ears and clicking the "play" button, he snuggled into the recliner, smiling and shutting his eyes.
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"Hey Angie.." Heather muttered, hearing the sound of the elevator and seeing her friend step out of it in the corner of her eye. Then she froze. Something was wrong here; Angie didn't use elevators. Ever. "Angie....you ok, girl?"
Angie was slowly stumbling toward the front doors of the hotel. Her eyes weren't blinking, and her face held a look of shock and horror on it. Something was VERY wrong. Heather rushed around the counter and hurried over to her friend. What could be so terrible as to cause something like this?
Angie finally stopped when Heather held her arms, holding her in place, and ever so slightly turned her head in Heather's direction. The fear in her eyes scared the shit out of Heather. When nothing else happened except for their continual staring at each other, Heather realized she heard music coming from Angie's pants. Is that Limp Bizkit? she thought.
Angie didn't object when Heather reached for the CD player. Her stare never wavering while her friend inspected the CD, shut it off, and looked back at her.
"Did you get caught with this?" Heather wondered, not a hint of an I-told-you-so attitude in her voice or expression. Angie managed a shake of her head. "Then what the hell happened Angie?! Shit. I've never seen you so scared in my life. And I have NEVER seen you use an elevator, either. What's up?"
"I...I..I hafta..." Angie pointed a weak arm toward the door, "..go. I, must...go. The police have to know."
That made no sense at all. "Go? Where? And what do the police have to know?" Heather inquired.
"They killed him." Angie had said it so matter of factly, but Heather could see her friend's eyes were stinging with unshed tears. She shook Angie lightly, begging her to let her know who was dead and who had done it.
"The politician. These men, they...they shot him. Blood...so much blood. They. They put a gun to my head." Now that got a reaction from Heather. She started to the door, dragging Angie along behind her. "Where are we going?" Angie seemed to have forgotten her previous destination.
"The police. You were right. They have to know." The two went through the door and turned toward the police department that was fortunately only a block down. They had to hurry.
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