"Okay, Andrew. Time to get up. I can't find Monica. I guess she already…" but Gloria's voice trailed off as she swung open Andrew's hotel room door only to find both her supervisor and the Angel of Death sleeping soundly together in Andrew's bed. Andrew slept with his arm holding Monica in place by her petite shoulders as she lay against him with her head on his chest. Needless to say, this looked more than a little suspicious to Gloria, but she only shrugged and laughed off any interesting thoughts that entered her mind. Monica and Andrew were friends. More than likely she had slept in here because Gloria had been taking in her sleep or something. Whatever the case, she was about to find out.
"Well, what do we have here?" She teased with a clever smile, speaking a little louder this time just to ensure that she woke them both up. Once they had subconsciously picked up on their friend's voice, both Monica and Andrew stirred, stretched and slowly rubbed the sleep from their eyes before opening them fully. But as they each began to fully wake up, they realized they must have moved around in their sleep or something because they definitely knew they never fell asleep like this!
Horrified and humiliated, they both scrambled out of bed in opposite directions and forced themselves to take deep breaths so they could at least think straight. There they stood for a brief moment on either side of the bed staring at one another, each waiting for the other to say something, anything. Eventually, the awkward silence was broken by Gloria's outburst of laughter she had been trying so hard to keep in and it was then that they both decided it was really no big deal and, with a shake of their heads and a roll of their eyes, they shrugged it off.
Gloria then managed to control herself and get back down to business, stifling any laughter that threatened. "Really though guys, we slept in and we should really get going. The cruise leaves in an hour." She reminded as she lifted her arm to check her watch for what must have been the thousandth time that morning. Both Monica and Andrew then reached for their clothes and began getting dressed, after Monica headed into the bathroom and shut the door of course.
It only took them about twenty minutes to get dressed and then they packed up their things and checked out of the hotel before heading down to the peer where they knew the cruise ship would be waiting. They drove down there and, just as they had suspected, there it was. It was called the Princess Margaret IV and – to anyone who wasn't afraid of water anyway – it was glorious, massive. On deck they had bars, two pools a huge dining room and stories upon stories of wonderful rooms. Two of which belonged to Andrew, Monica and Gloria. Again, Monica and Gloria would share a room, as they were both girls so really, what did it matter, and Andrew would have his own room again.
They didn't have to wait long before they boarded and were shown to their rooms on the second story. As they moved down the wide hallway of the Princess Margaret, they soon came to their rooms. Rooms 216 and 217. But just as Monica was organizing their room keys, another young couple crossed paths with them and felt it only necessary to say hello and introduce themselves. "Oh, we're in the room right next to you." The young woman informed them cheerfully as she and the young man approached. The angels turned and flashed them both a friendly smile.
"Hello." Monica greeted welcomingly as she turned her attention from the room keys to the newcomers. "I'm Monica and these are my friends, Gloria and Andrew." She introduced proudly as she motioned to the other two, who also waved a brief hello. The young woman smiled again and gestured to both she and the young man. "Well, hi, I'm Grace Gordon and this is my husband Jack." She responded politely, and it was then that she recalled some other exciting news she could proudly pass on. "We're on our honeymoon." She explained joyfully as she reached out and shook hands with each of them. The angels smiled happily and Gloria decided to pick this moment to make another one of those little learning assumptions of hers. Monica recalled she used to do the same thing as a young caseworker and Gloria was getting better at holding her tongue, but she still had her moments…like now for instance.
"Congratulations!" She exclaimed cheerfully before continuing. "I hear people go on honeymoons just after they get married. Is that why you're here? I mean, I'm not really sure why they call it a honeymoon anyway, because really, it has nothing to do with honey or moons." She rambled mindlessly, clearly not thinking her words through before she spilled them out, but fortunately for her, her supervisor was watching out for her and Monica then held up one of the room keys mockingly. "Here Gloria, put this in your mouth." She suggested with a small smirk in Andrew's direction. That was all she could think of to say to try and send Gloria the signal to stop talking. But luckily Grace and Jack didn't seem to catch onto what was going on and they simply smiled as if it were a joke (as that was what they thought it was) and waved a goodbye before disappearing into their room.
Monica then shot Gloria a scolding look but said nothing as she turned again and opened their room door as well. Andrew followed the in, for again, their rooms were connected by a door through the wall. It was just easier that way. "So, I heard there's some sort of dance or fancy dinner tonight in the dining room. You girls want to go?" Andrew ventured as he again dropped his shoulder bag on the floor next to the bed. Gloria and Monica exchanged agreeing shrugs and then turned their attention back to Andrew and nodded. "Yeah," Monica smiled in return, "that sounds like fun."