There was a sharp pain behind Shawn’s eyes as
he sat up groaning. He caught site of
those hideous red striped curtains. What
had the hotel been thinking, really? He
rolled off the edge of the bed and lay on the floor enjoying the feel of the
thick carpet against his back as last night came back in quick bursts of
memory.
He recalled slamming shot after shot and that
led to him making out with Electra. A
lot of jokes were thrown back and forth and he remembered a few pranks
played. He, Electra, and Eddie who he
had nicknamed ‘The Bar Man’ and some other people, whose faces were too foggy
to recognize, had joined a small group of other’s at a… His eyes grew wide. He jumped to his feet and staggered as the
pain behind his eyes intensified.
He went down hard and curled up in the fetal
position covering his eyes. When the
pain had subsided he slowly made his way to the door and shuffled down the
hallway. He shuffled, because he
realized that he was wearing fuzzy socks, which was odd, but he figured he’d
make the best of it. “Gus,” he yelled
lowering his face as close to the door as possible without tasting the wood.
Gus yelled, “What?”
“Let me in.
I have something to tell you.”
“I’m busy,” he huffed. “Nope, scratch that. I am enjoying my time alone and I refuse to
let you ruin it.”
Shawn rolled his eyes. He imagined a clone of himself standing
beside him and he jumped up and pretended that he high fived himself for making
a copy of Gus’s key. “Ok,” he called
out. “This is your fault. Normally, I try to respect your space, but if
you want to be this way I have to activate the secret weapon.”
“Hey,” Gus yelled as Shawn grabbed the remote
and turned off the TV. “When did you
have my keys, Shawn?”
“That’s my business.” He paused for a second. The sound of a throaty old man talking
repeated a familiar phrase in his head.
“Wait a second. Are you watching
the Gospel channel?”
Gus stuck out his chin. “That’s my business.” He stood up and grabbed the key from Shawn’s
hand. “It’s illegal to make a copy of a
professional establishment, hence hotel’s key.
How did you get this done?”
“I have a guy and I’m pretty sure that that’s
not the way you use ‘hence’.”
He made a face and then a thought struck
him. “Oh, my God! You had Despereaux do it, didn’t you?”
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