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SEVEN: The One-Fifteen Hang Over The simple hotel room looked as if a ferocious rip had torn through it; various shades of blue and black tops, pants and a random pink or yellow top decorated the plush carpeting. Leather carry cases were thrown wide open, it's contents trailing around the room like a ribbon. Sheets were strewn randomly on two beds, which were located in the centre of the chaos. A small figure twisted around between the covers of one as the other remained empty. The phone clattered loudly, beneath one of the many mini mountains creating a man-made landscape. Two white feet found it's way reluctantly plodding through the masses of clothes on the floor as the person's ears followed it's insistent ringing. "Yeah" she answered groggily, cradling the receiver between her right ear and her shoulder. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and plodded back to the bed. "Man, you girls are lazier than me" he commented miffed. "As of this time, the digital clock is one fifteen pm…" the voice stated methodically. "Give me a break Carter- you'd be exactly in the state Caitlyn and I are in if you hadn’t walked out at twelve thirty "she contravened. "Besides, you walked out with that chick hanging on your arm…" she muttered as she pulled the covers over her head as he chuckled through the speakers. "Sorry… hanging OFF your arm" she corrected sarcastically. "Ohh… whose being picky this afternoon" he shot back dryly. "No wonder your name is Wynters… you're exactly as cold and adamant as the seasonal Winter, except you're ruthless the whole year round." "Gee, thanks for the compliment" she mentioned sardonically. "Actually, you should thank Winter- tis the season of mistletoe" she contested. "Why did you call anyway?" she demanded suspiciously, as her voice lowered. "Uhhh" he stuttered "I uh..." he thought quickly. "I just wanted to see if you were sober yet, after some report early this morning of a couple of girls raiding the entire club of it's alcohol." "He he he" June giggled as she pulled the blanket away from her head. "Hey, who told you?" she asked as she raised her eyebrows quizzically. "Howie" he simply stated. "You weren't mad when I left, were you?" he asked sheepishly, almost as if he was afraid of the answer. "How was Caitlyn? Was she really peed?" What's wrong with this picture? She tossed silently, simultaneously reeling the pit feeling of detachment and realisation in her head. "Actually, I think she's more okay than me… she's not even here" June commented as she pushed back the covers and waddled into the adjoining kitchenette in her light blue boxers and white sports bra. Pouring herself a cup of black coffee she plonked down in one of the seats around the table still cradling the phone between her shoulder and ear. "Really? Where'd she go?" he asked as concern seeped through his voice, despite his cool demeanour. "What is this Carter? Twenty questions?" she chided wearily as she held the strong cup to her lips. "She's probably just getting some brunch" June shrugged as she wrinkled her nose in distaste. Walking to the sink she poured the bitter ebony concoction into the drain which, gurgled as if it had consumed something lethal the night before. "Remind me NEVER to have regular coffee" she muttered, just as Caitlyn jogged in, blonde hair swept up in a tight pony tail donning only grey sweat pants and a simple yellow tank top. She tossed a brown paper bag with a large yellow "M" in the middle, onto the table, as she mouthed "lunch". "Speaking of the devil, here she is" June finished off hastily as she tossed the phone to Caitlyn who mouthed Who is it. June shrugged and handed her the phone. "Hey" she greeted vaguely as she seated herself onto one of the wooden chairs. Her eyes widened in glee as she realised who was on the line. "Me? Checkin' guys out?" she smiled flirtatiously. "Nah…what about you? You left early with that girl wearing a piece of chiffon as a dress" Caitlyn teased playfully. June sighed as she listened to the conversation from one side as she wandered to her spilling suitcase and pulled out a navy blue tank top and straight black pants. She pulled on these items half heartedly as she looked into the reflection, which was staring back at her. Today is really NOT my day She commented silently aggravated as she pulled a brush roughly through her mousy mahogany hair. But then again, it's never a good day for me she continued to argue as she watched her friend laugh daintily whilst hopping onto the table. I wish I had half the confidence she does… she's got all the guys; even Nick… is there anyone she can't hook? She wondered as she stared at her friend with envy. It seemed like hours until Caitlyn finally hung up the phone, smiling broadly. "Hey, we're going to Foxy's tonight" she announced blandly as she popped a french-fry in her mouth. June nodded without enthusiasm. Chewing methodically with her mouth closed, Caitlyn stared at her friend weirdly. "Are you sure you slept off all the alcohol? You still look a little... pooped" she added airily as she munched on another french fry. "I'm fine" she snapped as she took a french fry and popped it into her mouth. Caitlyn looked unconvinced, but decided not to pursue it any further, instead changing the subject. "He actually thought I'd be pissed off when he left with that blonde" "But you were" June argued in confusion. "That’s why you started drinking…" Caitlyn smiled enigmatically and shook her head "It's an unofficial rule that you never let a guy know you were hung up on him" she answered matter-of-factly "They'll never let you forget it" she added. "Uh huh…" June sounded in boredom. "But then again, I guess it doesn't always work" Caitlyn mumbled resignedly as she picked up a Styrofoam cup, steam rising from the top and held it to her lips. "Uhh" June sounded distractedly as she opened her mouth to receive another fry, just as Caitlyn spoke again. "You like Nick, right?" she implored with her liquid brown eyes boring into June for understanding. June stared back at her friend in disgust "What? Eww…No way!...He's the..." she began babbling defensively as her voice climbed a few decibels. "Chill, Wynters, I meant in the context of a person, a friend, a compadre" she saved quickly, a bemused grin evident on her face. "I'm not asking you to marry him" she added playfully, taking a long sip of her tea, as she monitored her friend's face carefully. Momentary relief passed June's features as a swan over a reservoir. "He's okay for a good time I guess" she shrugged half-heartedly "Don't tell me you like him…" she scolded as she watched her friend's creamy complexion turn a rosy hue. "Caitlyn..." June scolded patronisingly. "You can't do that to Alex!" "Do what?" Caitlyn repeated nonchalantly. "It's not like I'm cheating on him or anything. Nick and I- we're just friends" she retorted huffily. "So I'm not doing anything wrong!" she argued insistently as anger dripped from her like a wet blanket. "Okay, okay" June uttered as she held both hands up as a sign of surrender. "I just don't want to see this friendship screw up like all the others" she added in persistence. Caitlyn's features softened as an appreciative smile spread slowly across her face. " I know" she agreed, nodding. "But this is different" "Right" June continued nervously as she toyed with a strand of her thick hair. "Nick's not an ordinary guy" she paused as she looked to Caitlyn for understanding. "Any bad moves by any of us could sink his reputation and his career" she added seriously. Caitlyn stared back blankly for a moment, unblinking, unmoving. As odd as a rabbit who emerges from hibernation during the cold winter months, she began to titter with laughter. "June, maybe you're thinking a bit too far into the future" she riled cheekily. "It's all about the fun anyway" she defended half-heartedly, forgetting her previously implied confession. "Whatever" June sighed as she took another fry spilling within the torn paper package. I'm not going to get anything out of her today "So what do you wanna do today?" she queried. "One word- " Caitlyn smiled slyly. "Shopping" she cried as she grabbed her jacket and wallet while she pulled a very annoyed June up from her chair.
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