Sunday, November 1st - 11:34am
Uber-Pool: Your driver is Gerald. Your estimated time of arrival is 11:57am.
"We're going to pick someone else up if that's alright. Just a few extra minutes." Gerald the Uber driver was very nice but every single syllable that came out of his mouth was like a tiny man living on James's brain holding a very large, very real hammer and pounding away.
"Yeah, no worries man, thanks." He slid lower in his seat, pulling his hoodie in tighter around his sunglasses and blocking out as much light and sound as possible and screwing his eyes shut tight to avoid throwing up all over Gerald's nice leather interior.
"Here we are," the blinker came on and they pulled in front of a fancy hotel. It was exactly the kind of five star place Sirius insists they stay in whenever they travel despite being unemployed and surviving off of a dwindling inheritance.
He rolled his eyes, then stifled a groan when the rolling intensified the dizzy and instantly made his stomach flip. He shifted himself all the way towards his door so the newcomer wouldn't be able to smell the vodka seeping out of his every pore.
"Hi, what's the name?" High, femine voice but a croaky tone, as if she had spent the last full evening screaming her throat sore. His stomach clenched at the idea of any other human than Gerald, especially a girl, seeing or smelling him in his current state.
"Lily?" The newcomer, Lily apparently, opened the back door and slid in next to him.
"Hullo there," she muttered, nodding politely. He looked up out of courtesy, planning to nod lightly before returning to viewing the inside of his eyelids, when instead he was shocked into silence by possibly the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen.
His tongue instantly became thick cotton and the temperature of the car seemed to rise instantly. Despite the fact that she was clearly in a similarly hangover afflicted state, and had undoubtedly seen better days, she was still ridiculously beautiful. Her skirt was short, riding up as she sat down so he quickly averted her eyes to not immediately appear as pervy as he felt for noticing. Her top was shiny and sparkling, making her appear somewhat dizzyingly like a disco ball. High heels in hand, thin hotel slippers on her feet, and eye makeup from the night before smudged under her eyes and down to her cheeks.
"Uh, hi" he stammered, wincing as the word cracked as he forced it out.
"Wow," she appraised him lightly, he tried and failed to not shrink under her stare, "you almost look worse than me. I didn't quite think that was possible," she smiled at him lightly, while he stared openly.
She smirked at him and busied herself with rummaging around in her purse. Without looking up she started pushing belongings into his hands, scrunchie, deodorant, two tampons, bag of crackers. "Can you hold this?" she asked after half the bag was already in his arms.
"Here we are." She pulled out a 5 hour energy shot and a glass bottle of Starbucks frappuccino. He watched her cautiously, feeling a bit like she was a wild animal, capable of charging at any time. She ripped the paper off the energy shot with her teeth and poured it into the coffee with a steady, clearly practiced hand.
"Cheers, mate." She lifted the bottle up to him mockingly before throwing half the bottle back in one gulp, while he just stared, aghast.
"Cheers," he murmured back, starting to realize that this girl was either absolutely deranged or the most incredible human he had ever encountered. Either way, he desperately wanted to know more.
Sunday, November 1st - 11:34am
Uber-Pool: Your driver is Gerald. Your estimated time of arrival is 11:57am.
"We're going to pick someone else up if that's alright. Just a few extra minutes." Gerald the Uber driver was very nice but every single syllable that came out of his mouth was like a tiny man living on James's brain holding a very large, very real hammer and pounding away.
"Yeah, no worries man, thanks." He slid lower in his seat, pulling his hoodie in tighter around his sunglasses and blocking out as much light and sound as possible and screwing his eyes shut tight to avoid throwing up all over Gerald's nice leather interior.
"Here we are," the blinker came on and they pulled in front of a fancy hotel. It was exactly the kind of five star place Sirius insists they stay in whenever they travel despite being unemployed and surviving off of a dwindling inheritance.
He rolled his eyes, then stifled a groan when the rolling intensified the dizzy and instantly made his stomach flip. He shifted himself all the way towards his door so the newcomer wouldn't be able to smell the vodka seeping out of his every pore.
"Hi, what's the name?" High, feminine voice but a croaky tone, as if she had spent the last full evening screaming her throat sore. His stomach clenched at the idea of any other human than Gerald, especially a girl, seeing or smelling him in his current state.
"Lily?" The newcomer, Lily apparently, opened the back door and slid in next to him.
"Hullo there," she muttered, nodding politely. He looked up out of courtesy, planning to nod lightly before returning to viewing the inside of his eyelids, when instead he was shocked into silence by possibly the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen.
His tongue instantly became thick cotton and the temperature of the car seemed to rise instantly. Despite the fact that she was clearly in a similarly hangover afflicted state, and had undoubtedly seen better days, she was still ridiculously beautiful. Her skirt was short, riding up as she sat down so he quickly averted her eyes to not immediately appear as pervy as he felt for noticing. Her top was shiny and sparkling, making her appear somewhat dizzyingly like a disco ball. High heels in hand, thin hotel slippers on her feet, and eye makeup from the night before smudged under her eyes and down to her cheeks.
"Uh, hi" he stammered, wincing as the word cracked as he forced it out.
"Wow," she appraised him lightly, he tried and failed to not shrink under her stare, "you almost look worse than me. I didn't quite think that was possible," she smiled at him lightly, while he stared openly.
She smirked at him and busied herself with rummaging around in her purse. Without looking up she started pushing belongings into his hands, scrunchie, deodorant, two tampons, bag of crackers. "Can you hold this?" she asked after half the bag was already in his arms.
"Here we are." She pulled out a 5 hour energy shot and a glass bottle of Starbucks frappuccino. He watched her cautiously, feeling a bit like she was a wild animal, capable of charging at any time. She ripped the paper off the energy shot with her teeth and poured it into the coffee with a steady, clearly practiced hand.
"Cheers, mate." She lifted the bottle up to him mockingly before throwing half the bottle back in one gulp, while he just stared, aghast.
"Cheers," he murmured back, starting to realize that this girl was either absolutely deranged or the most incredible human he had ever encountered. Either way, he desperately wanted to know more.
"Alright, Lily. We are here." Gerald, seemingly oblivious to the entire back of car conversation, although it was more likely that this sort of morning routine was commonplace for an Uber driver, pulled alongside the curb of a much shabbier, and slightly dilapidated, building than where they had picked her up from.
"Fabulous! Thanks, Gerald." She flung open the back door and swung her slipper covered feet out and leaping out of the car, arm poised to slam the door shut.
"WAIT!" James shrieked, "I have all your stuff!" He desperately reached out, crushing the crackers in his fist as he clenches them in his fist, reaching out of the still open door to show her.
"Silly me, suppose the caffeine hasn't quite kicked in yet. Thanks mate, real life saver you are. You can just drop all that in here, thanks again," she slid back into her seat and held her tote open in between them and motioned for him to dump his armful of belongings back into the bag.
"Yeah, anytime." He nodded, still not believing he had met this mystery maniac but especially that she was going to just leave.
She slid back out, swiveling around to look at him once more. "Same time next week, then?" she dropped an eye into a wink, slightly ruined by the fake eyelashes now drooping low, half unattached.
"Bye, then!" And with a quick slam of the door, she was gone.