John Cena awoke with a start. He was startled by the sound of a shower running. Scanning the room quickly he noticed that it was clearly not his room. The room was much smaller, the furnishings a bit shabbier, and the smell a lot staler than his room.
Pulling himself up into a sitting position he noticed that he was on a mattress, on the ground. "What the hell happened last night," he asked to an empty room.
He remembered a beautiful woman, her yelling at him and him falling down, but that was as far as his memory went before he blacked out.
Pulling himself up he started to leave but noticed that the room was spinning and that he was shirtless. Now what the hell…
"Hey ghetto boy, are you up yet," a voice shouted from the bathroom. The noise echoed around the room and John winced at the pitch and tone of the voice.
Turning his head slowly he saw a figure emerge from the bathroom. It was the girl from last night. Instead today she was wearing sneakers, black sweatpants and a black tank top on. She had something hanging from her nose.
"Whatcha starin' at," she asked him.
"Um ya got something in your," he struggled to put the words in a way that wouldn't offend her.
"My nose I know. It's called a septum ring," she said straight forwardly.
He stared at her blankly.
"It's like a bull ring. Goes through the flesh between your nostrils," to make her point she pulled the ring around and jiggled it a little. "Like this you see."
"Oh," he said slowly, "didn't know that they did that."
"Yeah it isn't exactly the most popular piercing in the free world," she responded.
A dead silence fell between them. "So how did I get here exactly," he asked.
"Well you got mightily plastered last night and ended up sprawled out on the bar's floor."
"Geez I gotta lay off the sauce," he said sheepishly.
"Yes you do. Anyway I was feeling gracious and hauled your sorry self back up here, tossed you in the shower and spilt the bed. Wouldn't want a co-worker to get dumped in the drunk tank, they aren't the most swanky places to stay. Trust me I would know," she laughed hollowly.
"Gee well thanks," he stuttered out.
"Eh, anytime just try and not make a habit out of it. Oh and by the way my names Ramira in case you were wondering who the hell I am. I am gonna work with you Tuesday," she said extending her hand.
Taking her hand he shook it. "That's really cool," John brightened up, the girl was pretty decent, not bad to look at and certainly nice. "Well um… do I owe you anything?"
With those words her face went dark. 'You don't owe me anything and I owe you nothing. You got that?"
"Um yeah." Wonder what her malfunction is John thought.
While lost deep in thought Ramira walked around the room and gathered up a few Advil and a small plastic glass of water. "Here you may want to take a few of these."
"Thanks," he said plucking the pills out of her hand and gulping them down with water. Handing him his shirt from last night he put it on even though it was a bit damp.
"Sorry about that I jus kinda shoved you into the shower to see if you would wake up at all."
"Eh no problem it's the thought that counts," he laughed out loud.
"I guess," she echoed. "Um look, I'm gonna go get some breakfast you can come if you want," she offered.
At the mention of breakfast John's stomach rolled. "Um I don't think my stomach is agreeing to that."
"Hey it was a shot," she said. "I'll be back in an hour. You can gather your things up and head out if you'd like. Just shut the door behind you," and with that Ramira walked out of her room and off to breakfast.
As soon as she left the room John got up and walked out the door. However on his way out the door a picture struck him. Not one to snoop normally, he felt like he was invading her privacy by looking at the picture.
The picture was of blond headed woman holding an infant in a blanket. Next to her stood a man with multiple facial piercings and a tattooed tear running down the side of his face. Flipping the picture over it read. Me, Rick and Baby makes three. May 14 2001.
Suddenly questions began to float through John's head. Who was the blond girl and why did she bear such similarity to Ramira? I'll have to find out more. As he laid the picture back on the small dresser and headed out the door.
