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Scream of tires woke Tinker up. She smacked her lips trying to get rid of the bad taste in her mouth but didn't succeed. Then she opened her eyes and saw blue sky above her.
-What the...? she cursed and sat up. She rubbed her eyes before her vision got stable. -Oh. The balcony.
That wasn't anything new. She'd probably wanted to get some fresh air when coming back from the bar and then passed out, literally.
Staggering Tinker got up and went to their room. It was just a small, lousy corner for two bed and a sink, bathroom was in the hall. For her relief she found Marilyn snoring on the other bed. She was still holding her shoes in her hands. Wait... How did they actually get home?
Tinker shook Marilyn.
-Wake up, girl! Wake up!
-What? Just five more minutes... I don't want to go to school.
-Marsh, I'm not your mother, we're in Dublin and you're definitely not fifteen anymore.
Slowly Marilyn opened her eyes and looked at Tinker.
-Hey, dear friend. What are you doing up already? What time is it?
-I don't know. And I don't care. Do you have any idea how we got home last night?
-We took a cab.
-No we didn't. Or did we?
-I remember you paying it. It cost quite a lot. I thought we were in the bar just downstairs.
Tinker went to her purse and took out her wallet. It was empty. Oh no, there was something. A receipt. Tinker took it and studied it carefully.
-We paid 60 pounds for a cab? That was pretty much everything I had with me!
-60 pounds? That doesn't sound like a lot.
-Well it is! And for your information, now we don't have anymore money.
-Don't worry sister, we can always use my master. Hey, that rhymed.
Marilyn lifted her head to see Tinker pacing around.
-Take it easy, you're freaking me out.
Tinker stopped and looked the receipt again. Something had caught her eyes. "True come with our cabs." True come... Come true... Shit.
-If you'd have one wish, what would it be? Tinker asked from Marilyn who seemed confused, then stretched and answered:
-A nice breakfast, including black coffee, cold water and some eggs... Then a long, warm shower and to be able to put my own clothes back on after that. I mean different than these.
Marilyn pulled her shirt, sniffed it and almost threw up.
-You? she then asked with her head tilted.
-If it was normal day, pretty much the same...
There was a knock on the door.
-Who could it be? Marilyn smiled. Creeps ran trough Tinker's body when she went to open the door. There stood boy, well, a man but younger than she, smiling widely.
-Yeah? Tinker asked.
-Hello, I'm John Pittman from your airline. I'm bringing you your luggage that got lost yesterday. You are, Ms. T. Bell? And you share your room with, M. Monroe?
-Yeah, that's us, baby! Marilyn yelled from her bed. -Come on in and take a spin under your momma's eyes.
Boy lifted bags in and stepped to the room little confused. Tinker tried to smile like apologizing but because of her hangover didn't succeed very well, just got boy a bit more stunned.
-Because of all your trouble... boy started, sniffed the air and almost sneezed. Tinker rushed to open the door to the balcony, trying to ignore the fact that Marilyn's shirt and her position gave quite free view to her bras. -As I was saying, because of all your trouble we want to offer you a breakfast.
Boy turned and a girl wearing a flowery dress brought tray in.
-Since there really isn't breakfast available in your... hotel, we had to use some imagination. But I'm sure it's as tasty as it was made in Ritz.
Tinker looked at the "maid" and rose her eyebrow. She wondered if the boy had to keep smiling to her all the time she made breakfast and if she could concentrate on doing everything right when such a gorgeous little thing was in her kitchen.
-So, ladies, we apologize once again and hope you'll fly with us again.
Marilyn clapped her hands: -Nice show, play it again, Sam!
-It was John, Tinker said. -And I think we're done. Thank you very much for bringing our stuff over. And coffee smells really good, she added to the girl. Then she practically pushed them out and shut the door in front of their noses.
-Sweet couple, don't you think? Marilyn asked mouth already filled with toast. -So, what were we talking about?
-Nothing, Tinker said sitting down and pouring herself a cup of coffee. She could be wrong. -Nothing. So what do you want to do today?
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