Lovely Wanderer
Chapter 11 - Elevator Shenanigans
Jack was right about one thing. We just had to explore this amazing hotel. I tell Jack to go get dressed while I do the same. I slip out of my pajamas and into more acceptable clothing to wear. I decide on just a simple olive green tee, dark blue skinny jeans, black Converse, and I just throw my hair up into a ponytail. I grab my bag and head out the door, not knowing when we'll be back. As I head down the stairs, I hear hushed whispers coming from Henley, Merritt, and Daniel. I stop to hear what they're saying, but I can't make anything out other than a couple words.
"Apologize!"
"Why?"
"Crossed the line."
I hear Jack come up behind me. "You ready?" he asks.
I take a deep breath. "Yeah."
We start down the stairs in silence, walking past the kitchen. I don't look at anybody until I have a grip on the door handle. "We're going exploring. Not sure when we'll be back," I said curtly, not bothering to look at Daniel. I don't give any further explanation and with that, Jack and I leave.
"Don't worry. Everything will cool down when we get back," Jack assures me.
"I sure hope so."
When we step into the elevator, we go down a few floors before it stops. A man and a woman get on, husband and wife in their mid thirties get on. She is wearing furs and diamonds. He is wearing gold rings and cufflinks. The silence in the elevator is very awkward, as Jack and I once again look and feel extremely out of place. I can hear Jack fiddling with his playing cards.
Flick. Flick. Flick.
"Will you please quit that incessant noise, whatever that is?" The woman snaps, her voice high pitched with a nasal quality. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jack make a face before making his card disappear.
Flick.
Not wanting dead silence in the elevator, I pull out my favorite lighter and start playing with it.
Flick. Flick. Flick.
A smirk creeps onto my face as I hear the woman let out a huff.
"Would you cut that out!" She exclaims.
"Ma'am, I was simply perfecting my magic trick. See?" I hold out my hand and show her the lighter flame in my palm.
I see her take a step back, not wanting to be anywhere near the flame.
"Put that flame out! Richard, make her put that fire out!" The woman shrieks, now becoming hysterical.
"Young lady, will you please . . . ." The man, Richard, starts to say. But I cut him off with a sneeze. The flame lands on the floor and catches the woman's shiny high heel on fire. She frantically stomps the flame out.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! I think I'm allergic to your furs. And your gold. And your diamonds."
"Well I never have been more insulted in my entire life! I'm going to tell the manager about this!" As soon as the woman said that, the elevator doors open and the pair hurry out to the front desk, the woman's voice echoing loudly through the lobby.
Jack and I exit the elevator, laughing our asses off.