Two hours later, her bell hadn't been rung, and Nadine was still in the hall, vacuuming and crying while doing it. She couldn't afford not to be paid. If she didn't get this money, she might have to sell her apartment, and she had no where to go. Her family had long since moved to San Diego, and she had no money to spare to get out there to live with them.
This though brought even more tears spilling out of her eyes, and she tried to comprehend the mess she was in. She heard a door open, and two of the men walked out, obviously drunk and leaving. She looked around, to find a closet or room to hide in, but they were all locked.
They walked right by her, not eve noticing her. They were blitzed beyond belief. The other three left a few minutes later, too drunk to even notice her. She let out her breath, and heard her buzzer ring. She shut off her vacuum, and headed to room 203…The Birthday Boy's room.
She took a deep breath and opened the door. He was still sitting at the table, a little more sober.
"Hi." He said, smiling at her.
"Hello." She said quietly.
"Why so glum?" he asked.
"I was awful to your friends." She said, knowing that he was still buzzed.
"Nah, they don't care. They won't even remember." He slurred.
"Thanks." She said sadly.
"Why are you so sad?" He asked again, obviously not remembering that he had asked her a similar question a few seconds ago.
"I'm not getting that money."
"Oh."
"Yeah, I might loose my home."
"that's so sad." He said, resting his head on his hand.
"Especially for me."
"Aw. I'll pay you." He said.
"No, I deserve to not be paid. I was a horrible person tonight."
"No, you're pretty." He said, blue eyes sparkling through the booze.
"Thank you, and you're drunk." She said, giving him a look of disapproval.
"Uh uh, I'm Taylor." He said.
"I know who you are." She said.
"Then why did you get my name wrong?"
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