Chapter 24
You felt yourself blush. "Don't be embarrassed," he said, putting a hand to your cheek. "You are beautiful." You put your hand on his. "Wanna go for a walk?" he asked. You looked around. It looked pretty nice outside. "Sure," you smiled. He stood up, and you followed him. He left the money on the table, not bothering to wait for the bill. "I called ahead," he said, opening the door. You followed him out onto the Swiss streets. It was cooler than you'd thought. Bam saw you shiver and took off his jacket. He draped it over your shoulders. "Thank's," you say, pulling it closer to you. It smelt like Bam. He put his arm around your waist. "I really just don't wanna go back to the hotel room," he admitted, turning in the direction opposite of the hotel. "But Bam," you protested. "We have no idea where anything here's at. It's not like Westchester. We don't know anyone." He kissed the top of your head. "We'll be fine," he said softly. You and him walked for a little bit until you came back to the cafe. "I think this town's circular," Bam laughed. You laughed too. He then turned in the direction of the hotel again. "My feet hurt," he explained. You walked with him back to the hotel. It was a lot further than you remembered.
At first, you thought you'd passed it a few times, but once you got in the lobby, you knew you were at the right place. Bam went to the elevators. There weren't many people in the lobby. "This country's dead after midnight," Bam remarked. A few locals were in the elevator and they gave Bam dirty looks. "What? You wouldn't last one day in America! We stay up all night sometimes just for the hell of it!" "DON'T SAY HELL," one of the ladies yelled, putting her hand over her heart. "It's a terrible place," the other one said, shaking her head. "Hell hell hell hell hell hell hell hell," Bam sing-songed. "Your going straight to hell when you die young man," the second lady said. "I'm going to hell. Hell, that's where I'll be. Hell," Bam looked pleased with himself. "Bam hush," you say, clasping your hand over his mouth. He bit you. "OUCH YOU STUPID MOTHER FUCKER," you yelled, pulling your hand away. Both ladies gasped and threw their hands over their hearts. You could feel Bam staring right through you. "And you were talking about me? At least I didn't say fuck." You rolled your eyes at Bam. The elevator finally stopped on your floor, and the ladies got out as well. You and Bam walked to your room, and the ladies followed. They were probably in the room next to yours. That would be just your luck. Bam searched his pockets. "Shit. I don't have a key," he said, looking at you. "Don't expect me to have one. What you want me to do with it? Stick it in my bra?" He reached for your bra through your dress. You pushed him away. "It's not in there," you laughed. He looked slightly disappointed that you'd pushed him away, but he bounced back quickly. He began pounding on the door. "LET US IN YOU SICK FUCKS," he yelled. "What? I just like the term sick fucks," he said to you, trying to regain his breath.
He started kicking the door. You could hear wild laughter coming from the other side of the door. "Let us in you bunch of dickheads," you say, getting slightly adjitated. The door finally opened, but to reveal a total dump of a room. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU GUYS DO TO THE PLACE!" Bam freaked. You put your hand on his shoulder. "They'll clean it tomorrow." He sighed and made his way to the bed. Raab grabbed him by the arm and shoved him away. "You have to go get ice first... Dunn... uhh.. broke something." Bam rolled his eyes and went to get ice. "Why fight it," he grumbled. Raab then pushed you out as well. "Lot's of ice... Tons and tons... Or two buckets anyway.." Raab called after you. You rolled your eyes and followed Bam. You caught up to him. "Hey," he smiled. You reached the ice machine and Bam grabbed two buckets. "You carry two and I'll carry two.. That ought to hold their attention for a few hours anyway." He put one of the buckets under the slot and pushed the button. "Great, it's as slow as Phil," he grumbled as the ice cubes dropped one at a time. You and him sat back while it took it's grand old time producing the ice. "What the hell's it doing? Freezing too?" Bam tried to kick the machine, but you pulled him back. "Relax. It'll have to pick up eventually." You sat there and waited. A few minutes later, you stood up and put the second bucket under it. "By the time this fucking machine's done, the first bucket will be melted," Bam grumbled. You laughed.
The bucket continued to produce the ice at it's slow rate. By the time you were done with the fourth bucket, nearly an hour had passed. People had come and gone, wanting ice. They didn't want to wait and would rather have walked to the mini-mart a few blocks away. When you and Bam had all four buckets, a lady approached the machine. She slid her bucket under the slot and pushed the button. A few single cubes emerged, but after that, the ice flowed freely. "I told you it'd pick up," you laughed at Bam watched her fill her buckets quickly. "Stupid mother fucking ice machine," he grumbled the whole way back to the room.