THIRTEEN: SEXY DRUNKS

 My hotel room had become a landscape of green, yellow and golden aluminium beer cans, crushed, thrown and scattered haphazardly on the expensive hotel carpeting.

She laughed rather loudly as I stuck my hand up in the air and fanned it out, like a crown on a cockatoo.

"Do that again" she cried, in between laughs and clapping loudly. She took a swig from the aluminium can and laughed as she threw it across the room to the accumulating beer mountain.

There was no denying she was tipsy and damn her, was she out of it. Her usual neat ponytail was loosened as she rolled around on the floor laughing The top button of her pink work shirt was unbuttoned as it was "suffocating" in the room.

I myself was fine. I can put away a dozen beers and a vodka and still be able to walk out and do a killer dance workout with Fatima. Now, if only the walls would stop melting, I'll be just fine.

"Aaaajaayyyyy" she slurred. "Throwmeanother" she mumbled as I knocked a green can of Heineken from the bar top, rolling directly just beside me. I rolled it over across the room to her. I'm telling you, if humans could generate electricity, she would have had enough to blind the whole city.

"Thanks" she mumbled as I watched her pop it open. The white froth fizzed over the side, wetting her shirt. "It's all wet" she whined, pouting "Look!" she added, as she crawled over to me, pointing to her shirt.

As if I needed prompting to look there. My only complaint is that she doesn't wear enough tight shirts. But she threw her chest in front of my eyes, where yes, the beer stain was still there, but more obvious, I began seeing double.

She laughed loudly as she fell back on the floor. Her cheeks were red and face flushed.

"Hey, you're a sexy drunk" I commented loudly as my head met something blunt, sending me crashing to the carpeted floor. "Why'd you hit me?"

"I did- did- didn't hit you" she hiccupped as her hand came slapping across my cheek. She propped herself up on her elbows and she smiled, this drunken, stupid happy look on her face. "You hit yourself!" she laughed, picking up the can.

I was totally defenceless as the cold, bitter gold yellow liquid drenched my face. She laughed as she tried to crawl away, but I managed to grab hold of her hand. "I got you, you're a silly dru- dru- dru-" she hiccupped, then laughed "Drunk!" she cried, throwing the green can across to the accumulating beer mountain.

"Sexy" I argued, pulling her back to me on the floor. I remember I used both hands to drag her back across to me. "Imma sexxxxy drunk... triple x's, baby"

She shook her head, sending another slap across my head. "You're not a sexy drunk, I'm asexydrunk, you're asilleeedrunk" she bubble in one breath, before she rolled over on her back and stared at the ceiling.

I copied her, staring, myself at the ceiling, but I couldn't understand what was so fascinating. Her face changed from shock to surprise to anger within seconds.

"Hey" I tapped her. She didn't budge, just staring. "Prove you're a sexy drunk" I challenged her. She finally tore her gaze away long enough to look at me and ask "How?"

I knew she'd never refuse a challenge. "Do the hula thing Hawiaiian girls do with those leis" I suggested. "Make your hips wiggle, will ya?"

She stared back for a few more minutes, then turned to me. "You're a silly drunk, you think of silly things" she laughed as she popped up and walked unsteadily to the counter.

"Aaajjjayyy, why are theresomany" she began breathily, before she continued "beercans? Who drank them all?" she asked incredously as she picked one up and began examining it in detail. She frowned and threw it back on the accumulating pile.

I watched her stumble her way across the room and knock on the sliding glass door. "AJ, it won't move, make it move" she frowned as she clenched her fists and began pounding.

My head throbbed from the pain and I willed it to go away. I somehow dragged myself over to the door. I breathed on the glass as it created fog. I ran my finger over it as I wrote something.

"A-B-C" she read aloud. She frowned, pouting at me. "Make the door move AJ"

I fiddled around with the lock and finally it sprung open. She ran onto the terrace, like she had been a deprived terrier, locked away for years. She looked satisfied as she surveyed the lights, listening to the honk of taxis, smelling gas and petrol leaking.

She took a step up as a sharp wind whipped my shoulders.

"It's cold outside, get back in"

"AJ, look" she cried "I'm the Queen of the World" She fanned her arms out on either side and stepped up on the balcony.

"Do-" I shouted loudly.

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