Chapter 13: A New Days Dawn
“Alright, up and at ‘em,” Asa declared as he barged into Luke’s room. Luke groaned as he unwillingly opened his eyes and stood up from his bed to find Asa Buchanan looking out the patio. He looked at the clock on the dresser nearby that read 7:32 a.m. “C’mon Spencer,” Asa said walking around his room, “A new day has dawn.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Luke groaned again. “Cry me a river, build me a bridge, and get the hell out of my room.”
“Obviously you’re forgetting who’s paying for your room? Now I’m doing you a favor. Let me rephrase that, I’m doing you allot of favors. You’ve been cooped up in this suite for so long; its time to get out and see the world. You can come along with me and Renee. And Nigel.”
Luke rubbed his eyes. “What’s gotten you in such a good mood?”
Asa shrugged. “When you get to my age, and your closer than you think, you just have to start enjoying things before its too late.”
“Asa Buchanan using the word “enjoy” in a sentence? What has the world come to?”
“Yeah. It’s pitiful. I know,” Asa sighed, “But are you coming or not?” He watched Luke stretch out his arms. “You know, it wouldn’t kill you to go out a little.”
“Actually, it just might.” Luke proclaimed as he grabbed his robe. “I’m gonna order some breakfeast.”
“Good luck. Some geezer across from us has been holding up the room service all morning.” Asa scowled.
Luke grinned lazily. “Someone beat you to it, huh?”
Port Charles
2:21 a.m.
“Hello,” Dillon muttered weakly as he picked up the phone in his bedside.
“Hi Mr. Quartermaine, this is Kristina Cassadine. Do you remember, you crashed my car?”
“How can I forget?” He closed his eyes tightly and shifted around the sheets. “What can I do for you Ms. Cassadine?”
“First off, I’m really sorry to call you at this time of day. But I was wondering do you know where Tom Hardy might be? I mean you work with him right?”
“Uh, Ms. Cassa--.”
“Call me Kristina.”
“Kristina, I don’t keep track of Mr. Hardy’s whereabouts and certainly not around two o’clock in the morning. In fact I hardly know him.”
He heard Kristina sigh on the other line. “Its hard to explain. But it’s very important for me to find out where he is.”
Dillon cursed as he blinked his eyes open. “He gave my roommate a lift to Italy, no not Italy—I forget, some foreign country.”
“Well that’s allot of help.”
“Look Krissy--Kristina, why are you calling me about this?” He groaned as he grabbed a t-shirt and dressed himself with it while trying to balance the phone at the same time.
“Because it has to do with my sister—Alexis Davis. Well you see, she went with Tom to—oh never mind.” Kristina heaved a deep sigh. “Thanks for your time. Sorry to wake you up.” With that she hung up, before Dillon could say anything. Dillon pressed off and threw the cordless on the stand. He stood up on the bed and rubbed his shoulders; he felt the alcohol deprive his system.
“You awake?” He asked, tilting his head to the girl next to him on the bed. She muttered a few words before sitting up and hugging her knees.
“Now I am,” Belle said, clasped the sheet tighter on her body, evidently she wasn’t wearing much. “What happened?”
“What do you think happened Belle? We got drunk and came back to my place. You’re an esquire, you figure it out.” Dillon shook his head, as he stood up and grabbed his clothes from the floor and walked out of the room, without making an effort to take one more glance at her. He could already picture the resent in her face.
Once he got to the kitchen, he frantically searched around the cabinets for some coffee filter. “Damn.” He heard the phone ring, and continued to mutter incoherent words as he answered it. “What the hell do you want?”
“Well, I’m fine how are you?” Gia gnashed on the other line.
“Doesn’t anyone know what time it is?” Dillon barked.
“It’s around seven in the morning here. But I’m guessing in Port Charles people are still asleep.”
“Well at least you know your time zones,” Dillon said, making his way towards the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of orange juice. “But I already got a wake-up call. So you mind as well talk to me. How’s Italy?”
“Italy? Don’t you mean Paris?”
“Hey for a guy who’s on a hangover I think I’m doing pretty good.” Dillon said before taking a large sip of the orange juice straight from the bottle.
“Well that’s what I’m calling you about. I didn’t make it to Paris.”
“Where are you know?”
“I’m in Crest, France. And by the way, you can’t tell anyone that. There’s been a change of plans.”
“You mean your not meeting the hubby to Paris?” Dillon asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
“Lucky isn’t the hubby.” Gia reminded. “Not anymore. And no I’m not meeting him in Paris, I’m gonna have to stay here with Tom and everyone else. Plus, I need you to take care of Deception until I get back.”
“Hey, just slow down one minute. Running your perfume conglomerate is one thing. But what are you talking about? Maybe its just the hangover talking but I’m seriously confused. Who else are you with, besides Tom? And speaking of Tom, just who does this guy think he is? I got this dame calling me a few minutes ago about him.”
“Someone called you about him, who?”
“Kristina Cassadine.”
“Shit.” Gia garbled.
“I’ll try to help you out, Gia. But first of all its pretty fucking early in the morning and secondly I’ll need some answers first.”
“Alright, I’ll tell you everything you need to know. But you have to keep quiet. Because if you don’t. I’m taking the next flight back to Port Charles to kick your ass!”
Dillon shrugged. “So what else is new?”
Crest, France
Hotel
Tom wearily stood on the elevator. It was a long day and his baggy eyes proved that he had only got three hours of sleep. He watched the lights on the floor numbers move up from one to another and held on to the wall as if it were a pole. Never the less, he had to think of a way to find Luke Spencer. But his exhaustion didn’t stop his eyes from bursting open when the elevator doors opened and he saw the first person that came into his sight. “What the fuck?!”