charlie parker has the inside scoop (seekandsearch) wrote in ofourowndevice, @ 2013-05-13 01:38:00 |
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After drinking so heavily the other night, Finley had spent the whole day recuperating in bed. She called for food to be delivered (thank God for greasy eggs and bacon) to start the healing process of her hangover, which might as well have been the worst one she’d ever experienced. On top of her pounding head and queasy stomach, she was still sore from her nighttime tumble out in the desert. But there was something else that was tempering her ill feelings. A thought that started playing in her mind as she studied the shattered face of her watch: she couldn’t leave. There was no explaining it, but she was beginning to get the idea that she was not going to be allowed to leave the hotel. But that was just ridiculous, wasn’t it?
She had felt so horrible from her hangover and this absurd thought that she would never step outside of the hotel again, that she refused to walk outside of her room. It was just the hangover. It had to be. So really, it was just those horrid feelings lingering when she woke up the next day, right? She’d never really experienced a hangover that lasted two days, but she was sure it happened to people. She still felt a little nauseous, and even though it felt different than the day before, she was sure it was still her hangover. What made her feel worse was that the feeling that she couldn’t leave was set even firmer in her mind. Sleep had done nothing to get rid of it.
So Finley woke up with a plan. She was going to grab some breakfast and then leave the hotel. Even if that meant that she would be walking through the desert for a second time. Hey, she’d already done it once, so she knew she could do it again. She indulged in some extra hot water in the shower (if everything was already comped, why not make the most of it?) before really taking the time to look around her room. She wondered if every room in the hotel matched the warm wood and deep red hues that colored her curtains and sheets. Finley really did enjoy the room itself; it was as though it had been catered exactly to her preferences. She opened the wardrobe and found that there were a few outfits waiting inside. Convenient, she thought. And creepy. She’d left her bags on the plane, so beyond the torn jeans and dirty tank she wore into the hotel, she didn’t have anything else to wear.
She pulled out a plain pair of shorts and a tank to wear, surprised that neither had the logo of the hotel printed on them. Now, she was eager to get out of the hotel and if she was going to be walking, she wanted to get the lay of the land. This time, she was going to be prepared. While she was walking away from Ignite and what she thought was the back of the hotel, she came across a pool and signs that said Morning Star. The restaurant didn’t have very many customers from what she saw, but she decided to sit down anyways. She had planned on getting breakfast. So there. She’d eat, check out, and leave. That was that. If I can leave... She mentally shook herself. She would leave; she refused to believe that she couldn’t.
Finley wasn’t paying any attention when the waitress walked by and she didn’t look up as she ordered a glass of water and asked for a menu. Had there been a sign asking for customers to wait to be seated? Oh well. She was already here and if that irked the server then so be it. It’s not like she was in the mood to deal with niceties.