Post by Laci Valentine on Aug 3, 2020 9:11:52 GMT -5
"Is she alright?"
Through grogginess I look up at the stewardess, the one I thought looked like Panda and looking back, I didn't know if it really was or not. I mean I later found out that the band snuck on the flight but my memories are like some weird psychedelic acid trip so who's to say for sure.
"Panda! Pandy Mandy Candy.... woooo I could go for some candy...."
Okay.
Let me stop right here. (Insert the sound of a needle being pulled off a record)
Nothing good came of this. Also... after that point I totally passed out. Did I really offer to have... ahem... in the bathroom? Gawd!
(Insert Facepalm)
So when reality hit me like a tonne of bricks, I really felt like I was dropped. Onto a bed.
"Ouch." My eyes blink slowly as I see the face of a stranger and I scream. Then he screams.
"Oh for fucks sake." Zaylee pushes the man away and I realize he's in a hotel uniform. She slaps money into his hand.
"Köszönöm a segítséget."
She then sits on the bed and points to the bedside table. I look slowly to my right to see two pills and a plastic disposable cup.
"Oh no... I am never taking anything from you again..."
She rolls her eyes. "It's real aspirin. And water."
I reach out and take the glass, taking a small sip. When I believed her, I took the pills and downed the glass. Then reality hit me hard. I felt the tears stinging my eyes.
"That's not how I wanted to tell him that..."
"What? That you want to fu..."
I glare at her.
"Really?"
I keep staring at her.
"Fine! Be..." and this is in a mocking tone, "intimate. God. You need to toughen up."
She stands up. "Just go over there and be up front with him. You've been skirting around telling him you want to be with him for weeks when everyone else already knows. They know you both like each other. You seem to be the only one that won't take that jump and even I don't know why."
Why was she always right? God I hated her in this moment. But she was right. I start to sit up. She leans over, pushing me back. "Hold on there Cowgirl. Get some rest first, before you go running over there looking to ride that miniature pony, okay?"
"You are the same height." I say.
"Yes, but I'm not the one wanting to get all close and personal with his junk. I'd say he had a complex, going after a taller girl but in his case most girls are taller..."
She smirks. She did that a lot. "So, you know Hungarian?"
I really wanted to change the subject right now.
"I know a bunch of languages. My parents were diplomats. I lived in a bunch of different countries too until I was twelve."
"What do you speak?"
"Hungarian, English, Spanish, Cantonese, Hindi, Russian, German, French both European & Canadian dialects, which ARE different. You go to France and start speaking French Canadian they will look at you like a backwater hick that fucks her brother. Seriously. I know some Japanese but not really enough to hold a conversation. And Portuguese. Eventually I want to learn them all. I've just been... busy."
She looks away. I knew that her always running wasn't exactly her fault. She was running out of fear.
"But you're not running anymore. You have time."
"Yeah. The thing about time, is that it doesn't run on your schedule. Even though it seems like we have a lot of it, because we're young, either one of us could die tomorrow."
I move to my side so I can put a hand on hers.
"Or in eighty years. You can't think about dying. You have to live every moment as it is. In the here and now."
"Is that so?" That smirk again. "You should take your own advice Cowgirl. Eventually that little chicken nugget is going to get tired of waiting to get dunked and find another sauce to be immersed in. Once you get some rest, we'll find his hotel."
She's muttering under her breath as she stands.
"This whole fucking company needs to change its name to Orgy Wrestling Federation. Everyone is fucking everyone else. Like it's god damn love island."
I chuckle as I feel myself give in to sleep.
***
Saturday
morning
Just my luck... rain
I had decided to walk, since it wasn't far and of course I didn't understand a word of Hungarian but by the time I got there, I looked like a drowned rat with raccoon eyes. I find my way to his room.
This was it and I hoped to god he was alone without his merry men. Zaylee was right. I had made him wait weeks and he had done so patiently, not pressuring me at all. And it wasn't like breaking my chastity was a prize. It wasn't. I wanted it. I take a deep breath and knock. It takes him a minute but I hear him mumbling in his accent and it makes me blush. He opens the door, a fluffy white bathrobe around his shoulders.
"Lace? Why are you wet? You look a fright." He goes to take my hand but I pull back, creating a damp spot on the hallway carpet with the steady dripping from my body.
"I just want to make it clear that the way I behaved on the plane was... unacceptable... I apologize."
He gives me a sympathetic smile.
"I know, love. Zaylee told me she gave you something. I knew you weren't right at boarding. No need to apologize."
"But, I..." Oh god. Laci. You can do this.
He raises his eyebrows. "Well don't keep me in suspense... spit it out..."
Be brave. Be bold. Be...fierce. oh god, oh god... what would Zay do... fuck she'd just tell him right?
"I'm ready..."
There.
"Ready for what exactly?"
Really? Another deep breath.
"It's been a few years since I ummm... have.... you know... been with anyone.... and I umm...I want to...with you."
I must be three shades of red now. You probably couldn't see my hairline on account of my skin being the same shade as my hair.
He smiles and finally takes my hand, pulling me into the room.
"There's no rush for any of that. Why don't you dry off..."
I shake my head, and kick the door closed with my foot. Needless to say, I didn't stay red.
***
Sunday
When I return to the room that Zay and I share, it's mid day, Sunday. She looks up from a book she's reading while lounging on one of the double beds. She pushes up the pair of dark framed glasses on her nose and gives me that fucking smirk. God it irked me. Because it said so much. Like she could read my mind.
"So? Was it everything you hoped for Princess?"
I fall back onto my own bed.
"Your silence tells me everything I need to know. It's not about the size, it's the quality of work it produces."
"It wasn't..." I clasp a hand over my mouth and Zay gives a curt laugh.
"I knew it! Also, I meant that he's a small dude but thanks for satisfying my curiosity."
She puts the book down on the nightstand and I can see very clearly it's the New Testament of the bible.
"Surprised it didn't burn you." I nod toward it.
"Me too actually. I was bored and it was there. You know every hotel has one in the bedside table. Maybe it's a hope that someone might be saved from one of the nefarious deeds that usually occur in hotel rooms. I guess it didn't save you, eh Ginge?"
"I don't believe in god."
She looks at the book. "I do."
"Even with all the shit happening? Especially with what you yourself had to go through?"
"I just think he's tired of cleaning up after us. I mean think about it. When a mom keeps asking her kids to clean up and they don't, she threatens to take the toys away. He got tired of asking people not to do bad shit, so he stopped helping. He's just waiting for us to figure it out."
I suppose it wasn't a bad thought but I still couldn't believe in something that had no actual proof. Everything said to be, 'by god' could easily be explained by science.
"Sure, a lot of good people are getting the short end of the stick here but there are billions of people in the world, and he can't play favourites. Look what happened to the last kid he favourited? He ended up nailed to a cross."
She shrugs. "But enough of that shit. Let's get food, I'm craving some good goulash. Haven't had it in a few years."
She stands quickly and walks to the door and I drag myself after her, but I am still in this state of glow. Maybe, I'd translate this all into my match and I'd get my chance at Priscilla. This time I had Zaylee at my back. No games or sneak attacks.
Through grogginess I look up at the stewardess, the one I thought looked like Panda and looking back, I didn't know if it really was or not. I mean I later found out that the band snuck on the flight but my memories are like some weird psychedelic acid trip so who's to say for sure.
"Panda! Pandy Mandy Candy.... woooo I could go for some candy...."
Okay.
Let me stop right here. (Insert the sound of a needle being pulled off a record)
Nothing good came of this. Also... after that point I totally passed out. Did I really offer to have... ahem... in the bathroom? Gawd!
(Insert Facepalm)
So when reality hit me like a tonne of bricks, I really felt like I was dropped. Onto a bed.
"Ouch." My eyes blink slowly as I see the face of a stranger and I scream. Then he screams.
"Oh for fucks sake." Zaylee pushes the man away and I realize he's in a hotel uniform. She slaps money into his hand.
"Köszönöm a segítséget."
She then sits on the bed and points to the bedside table. I look slowly to my right to see two pills and a plastic disposable cup.
"Oh no... I am never taking anything from you again..."
She rolls her eyes. "It's real aspirin. And water."
I reach out and take the glass, taking a small sip. When I believed her, I took the pills and downed the glass. Then reality hit me hard. I felt the tears stinging my eyes.
"That's not how I wanted to tell him that..."
"What? That you want to fu..."
I glare at her.
"Really?"
I keep staring at her.
"Fine! Be..." and this is in a mocking tone, "intimate. God. You need to toughen up."
She stands up. "Just go over there and be up front with him. You've been skirting around telling him you want to be with him for weeks when everyone else already knows. They know you both like each other. You seem to be the only one that won't take that jump and even I don't know why."
Why was she always right? God I hated her in this moment. But she was right. I start to sit up. She leans over, pushing me back. "Hold on there Cowgirl. Get some rest first, before you go running over there looking to ride that miniature pony, okay?"
"You are the same height." I say.
"Yes, but I'm not the one wanting to get all close and personal with his junk. I'd say he had a complex, going after a taller girl but in his case most girls are taller..."
She smirks. She did that a lot. "So, you know Hungarian?"
I really wanted to change the subject right now.
"I know a bunch of languages. My parents were diplomats. I lived in a bunch of different countries too until I was twelve."
"What do you speak?"
"Hungarian, English, Spanish, Cantonese, Hindi, Russian, German, French both European & Canadian dialects, which ARE different. You go to France and start speaking French Canadian they will look at you like a backwater hick that fucks her brother. Seriously. I know some Japanese but not really enough to hold a conversation. And Portuguese. Eventually I want to learn them all. I've just been... busy."
She looks away. I knew that her always running wasn't exactly her fault. She was running out of fear.
"But you're not running anymore. You have time."
"Yeah. The thing about time, is that it doesn't run on your schedule. Even though it seems like we have a lot of it, because we're young, either one of us could die tomorrow."
I move to my side so I can put a hand on hers.
"Or in eighty years. You can't think about dying. You have to live every moment as it is. In the here and now."
"Is that so?" That smirk again. "You should take your own advice Cowgirl. Eventually that little chicken nugget is going to get tired of waiting to get dunked and find another sauce to be immersed in. Once you get some rest, we'll find his hotel."
She's muttering under her breath as she stands.
"This whole fucking company needs to change its name to Orgy Wrestling Federation. Everyone is fucking everyone else. Like it's god damn love island."
I chuckle as I feel myself give in to sleep.
***
Saturday
morning
Just my luck... rain
I had decided to walk, since it wasn't far and of course I didn't understand a word of Hungarian but by the time I got there, I looked like a drowned rat with raccoon eyes. I find my way to his room.
This was it and I hoped to god he was alone without his merry men. Zaylee was right. I had made him wait weeks and he had done so patiently, not pressuring me at all. And it wasn't like breaking my chastity was a prize. It wasn't. I wanted it. I take a deep breath and knock. It takes him a minute but I hear him mumbling in his accent and it makes me blush. He opens the door, a fluffy white bathrobe around his shoulders.
"Lace? Why are you wet? You look a fright." He goes to take my hand but I pull back, creating a damp spot on the hallway carpet with the steady dripping from my body.
"I just want to make it clear that the way I behaved on the plane was... unacceptable... I apologize."
He gives me a sympathetic smile.
"I know, love. Zaylee told me she gave you something. I knew you weren't right at boarding. No need to apologize."
"But, I..." Oh god. Laci. You can do this.
He raises his eyebrows. "Well don't keep me in suspense... spit it out..."
Be brave. Be bold. Be...fierce. oh god, oh god... what would Zay do... fuck she'd just tell him right?
"I'm ready..."
There.
"Ready for what exactly?"
Really? Another deep breath.
"It's been a few years since I ummm... have.... you know... been with anyone.... and I umm...I want to...with you."
I must be three shades of red now. You probably couldn't see my hairline on account of my skin being the same shade as my hair.
He smiles and finally takes my hand, pulling me into the room.
"There's no rush for any of that. Why don't you dry off..."
I shake my head, and kick the door closed with my foot. Needless to say, I didn't stay red.
***
Sunday
When I return to the room that Zay and I share, it's mid day, Sunday. She looks up from a book she's reading while lounging on one of the double beds. She pushes up the pair of dark framed glasses on her nose and gives me that fucking smirk. God it irked me. Because it said so much. Like she could read my mind.
"So? Was it everything you hoped for Princess?"
I fall back onto my own bed.
"Your silence tells me everything I need to know. It's not about the size, it's the quality of work it produces."
"It wasn't..." I clasp a hand over my mouth and Zay gives a curt laugh.
"I knew it! Also, I meant that he's a small dude but thanks for satisfying my curiosity."
She puts the book down on the nightstand and I can see very clearly it's the New Testament of the bible.
"Surprised it didn't burn you." I nod toward it.
"Me too actually. I was bored and it was there. You know every hotel has one in the bedside table. Maybe it's a hope that someone might be saved from one of the nefarious deeds that usually occur in hotel rooms. I guess it didn't save you, eh Ginge?"
"I don't believe in god."
She looks at the book. "I do."
"Even with all the shit happening? Especially with what you yourself had to go through?"
"I just think he's tired of cleaning up after us. I mean think about it. When a mom keeps asking her kids to clean up and they don't, she threatens to take the toys away. He got tired of asking people not to do bad shit, so he stopped helping. He's just waiting for us to figure it out."
I suppose it wasn't a bad thought but I still couldn't believe in something that had no actual proof. Everything said to be, 'by god' could easily be explained by science.
"Sure, a lot of good people are getting the short end of the stick here but there are billions of people in the world, and he can't play favourites. Look what happened to the last kid he favourited? He ended up nailed to a cross."
She shrugs. "But enough of that shit. Let's get food, I'm craving some good goulash. Haven't had it in a few years."
She stands quickly and walks to the door and I drag myself after her, but I am still in this state of glow. Maybe, I'd translate this all into my match and I'd get my chance at Priscilla. This time I had Zaylee at my back. No games or sneak attacks.