"God! I hate these things!" Evy shouted in frustration as she struggled to
put the plastic key card in the door and open it at the same time.
"Here, let me do it." Dennis offered, Evy handed the card over to him. "Ahh! Shit!" he screamed as he was shocked by the metal door handle. "I hate when that happens!"
"Its energy." Evy mumbled as she rubbed her eyes.
"What?"
"Energy, we get shocked more than normal people because we harbor too much energy... it's a curse!" she muttered in a depressed tone.
"Oh, and all this time I just figure I was a lightning rod or something." Dennis said, opening the door with ease.
"I am so depressed right now I could..." Evelyn murmured as she ransacked the small refrigerator.
"You could what?" Dennis asked concerned as he sat down in the chair by the bed.
"I don't know." She whispered, almost in tears. "Ah-hah!" she uttered in success, pulling the small bottles of alcohol out of the fridge.
"Yeah... now that's just what you need... to get drunk and disoriented at a time like this!" Dennis sarcastically implied.
"Well... I guess you're just gonna have to join me then!" Evy said, trying to lift their spirits as she tossed him one of the bottles.
15 minutes later...
Evy collapsed on the large bed as she tried to stop laughing. Dennis continued to sit in the chair by the bed.
"I mean does he use the cane? Or just have it to smack small children with?" Dennis said laughing, Evy giggled hysterically.
"He needs to shove it up Serena's ass..." Evy mumbled through her laughter, Dennis almost fell on the floor.
"Damnit!" he shrieked.
"What now?"
"We're out of booze!" He said, throwing the empty bottle across the carpet.
"That's why they invented room service!" she said, picking up the phone.
"Room Service." The small male voice echoed through the hotel door, Evy opened it.
"Great!" she sighed, taking the large bottle of alcohol from the man, shutting the door almost in his face.
"I need to get a better job!" the man said, walking down the hall away from their room in frustration.
They finished half of the bottle in almost no time, not even realizing how much they had drank already.
The television in the other room was on, yet no one was watching it. The London Symphony Orchestra played on the channel as Evelyn and Dennis laid on the bed in the next room, babbling to each other in a drunken stupor.
They laughed back and forth, not even knowing what the conversation was about as they laid next to each other, staring at the bare ceiling. Suddenly the laughing stopped, the silence was almost awkward.
"Do you believe in heaven?" Evelyn asked him out of nowhere as she looked up at the ceiling.
"Do I believe in heaven?" he asked back.
"Yeah."
"I don't know... sure, why not! I believe in ghosts, don't I?" Dennis uttered.
"I hope Alex is there." Evy whispered innocently.
"Ya know what I was doing the day Cyrus called me?" he mumbled.
"What?"
"Trying to hang myself."
"What!" Evy asked confused.
"I had tried to a hundred times before, never was brave enough to go through with it. Then, at that moment I finally found the courage to go through with it!" he told her obliviously.
"What happened?"
"The land lady knocked on the door." He said, taking a drink from the almost empty liquor bottle.
"And you answered it?" she asked, sitting up halfway next to him.
"Well I figured, why not see who it is..." he said laughing slightly. "Then Cyrus called... changed everything." He whispered.
"Really." She muttered, lying back down beside him. "We're soulless, ya know."
"Huh?" he uttered in confusion.
"You, and me. We can't be read... so I guess we have no souls to link to."
"Sounds about right."
Evy began to giggle, which slowly turned into hysterical laughter, her laughter then slowly morphed into tears and outright sobbing. Dennis looked over at her, he felt pity for her, but at the same time he knew how she felt.
"Shhh... its okay." He whispered, reaching over and holding her close.
As he held her, she slowly stopped crying. Evy stared up into his eyes... for the first time she could look into someone's eyes without seeing their entire life flash into her mind, she treasured the moment. Dennis leaned over her, touching her face lightly... he kissed her softly.
He leaned back, looking down at her, she stared back at him dazed... she quietly said the first thing that came to her mind...
"The London Symphony Orchestra is in my head..." Evy muttered incoherently, then she passed out in his arms.
Dennis laughed slightly, then he watched her sleep for a while before passing out himself. The empty liquor bottle rolled across the carpeted hotel room floor as the music on the television continued to echo into the bedroom as they slept in each other's arms.
"Here, let me do it." Dennis offered, Evy handed the card over to him. "Ahh! Shit!" he screamed as he was shocked by the metal door handle. "I hate when that happens!"
"Its energy." Evy mumbled as she rubbed her eyes.
"What?"
"Energy, we get shocked more than normal people because we harbor too much energy... it's a curse!" she muttered in a depressed tone.
"Oh, and all this time I just figure I was a lightning rod or something." Dennis said, opening the door with ease.
"I am so depressed right now I could..." Evelyn murmured as she ransacked the small refrigerator.
"You could what?" Dennis asked concerned as he sat down in the chair by the bed.
"I don't know." She whispered, almost in tears. "Ah-hah!" she uttered in success, pulling the small bottles of alcohol out of the fridge.
"Yeah... now that's just what you need... to get drunk and disoriented at a time like this!" Dennis sarcastically implied.
"Well... I guess you're just gonna have to join me then!" Evy said, trying to lift their spirits as she tossed him one of the bottles.
15 minutes later...
Evy collapsed on the large bed as she tried to stop laughing. Dennis continued to sit in the chair by the bed.
"I mean does he use the cane? Or just have it to smack small children with?" Dennis said laughing, Evy giggled hysterically.
"He needs to shove it up Serena's ass..." Evy mumbled through her laughter, Dennis almost fell on the floor.
"Damnit!" he shrieked.
"What now?"
"We're out of booze!" He said, throwing the empty bottle across the carpet.
"That's why they invented room service!" she said, picking up the phone.
"Room Service." The small male voice echoed through the hotel door, Evy opened it.
"Great!" she sighed, taking the large bottle of alcohol from the man, shutting the door almost in his face.
"I need to get a better job!" the man said, walking down the hall away from their room in frustration.
They finished half of the bottle in almost no time, not even realizing how much they had drank already.
The television in the other room was on, yet no one was watching it. The London Symphony Orchestra played on the channel as Evelyn and Dennis laid on the bed in the next room, babbling to each other in a drunken stupor.
They laughed back and forth, not even knowing what the conversation was about as they laid next to each other, staring at the bare ceiling. Suddenly the laughing stopped, the silence was almost awkward.
"Do you believe in heaven?" Evelyn asked him out of nowhere as she looked up at the ceiling.
"Do I believe in heaven?" he asked back.
"Yeah."
"I don't know... sure, why not! I believe in ghosts, don't I?" Dennis uttered.
"I hope Alex is there." Evy whispered innocently.
"Ya know what I was doing the day Cyrus called me?" he mumbled.
"What?"
"Trying to hang myself."
"What!" Evy asked confused.
"I had tried to a hundred times before, never was brave enough to go through with it. Then, at that moment I finally found the courage to go through with it!" he told her obliviously.
"What happened?"
"The land lady knocked on the door." He said, taking a drink from the almost empty liquor bottle.
"And you answered it?" she asked, sitting up halfway next to him.
"Well I figured, why not see who it is..." he said laughing slightly. "Then Cyrus called... changed everything." He whispered.
"Really." She muttered, lying back down beside him. "We're soulless, ya know."
"Huh?" he uttered in confusion.
"You, and me. We can't be read... so I guess we have no souls to link to."
"Sounds about right."
Evy began to giggle, which slowly turned into hysterical laughter, her laughter then slowly morphed into tears and outright sobbing. Dennis looked over at her, he felt pity for her, but at the same time he knew how she felt.
"Shhh... its okay." He whispered, reaching over and holding her close.
As he held her, she slowly stopped crying. Evy stared up into his eyes... for the first time she could look into someone's eyes without seeing their entire life flash into her mind, she treasured the moment. Dennis leaned over her, touching her face lightly... he kissed her softly.
He leaned back, looking down at her, she stared back at him dazed... she quietly said the first thing that came to her mind...
"The London Symphony Orchestra is in my head..." Evy muttered incoherently, then she passed out in his arms.
Dennis laughed slightly, then he watched her sleep for a while before passing out himself. The empty liquor bottle rolled across the carpeted hotel room floor as the music on the television continued to echo into the bedroom as they slept in each other's arms.