"Rose? You awake?" Dave whispered into her ear.

Rose groaned as she turned pulling the sheet over her head. "Go away."

Dave rolled his eyes as he pulled the sheets back down. "Rose. It's time to get up. Your mom should be up any minute now."

"I said go away…" She repeated. "Just tell her I needed some extra sleep."

Dave shook his head as he watched her fall back asleep. "Fine." He replied before he used the cup of water in his hand.

Rose gasped loudly as the water hit her face. She glared at him as she sat up. "What the hell?"

"Good. You're awake. Come on. Get ready. I'll help you get breakfast started." Dave smiled as he set the cup down on her nightstand.

Rose kept her eyes on him as she climbed out of her bed. "Asno estúpido. El pensamiento que él me puede decir lo que hacer." (Stupid ass. Thinking he can tell me what to do.) She cursed using her native tongue.

Dave's smile faded. "What? Did you just speak Spanish?" And what did you say?

Rose shrugged her shoulders. "I' am Hispanic. Figure it out." She said as she walked over to her closet.

Dave made an 'O' with his mouth letting a huff of breath escape. "I'll let you get dressed then." He said before turning heel and exiting the room.

Rose made a face as she grabbed a pair of jean shorts and an oversized t-shirt. Probably wasn't the best way to act towards her guests but she had a badly pounding headache. A result of how much she had drank the night before. That was a good enough excuse to have an attitude. Towards anyone.

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Dave was making a cup of coffee when Rose entered the kitchen. "Here." He said offering the cup of hot liquid.

Rose just flicked her eyes up at him as she took the cup. How did he manage to look good every single minute of the day? Didn't he have any days where he just looked bad? Rose shook her head as the questions flowed through her head.

"I thought I'd make French Toast for breakfast this morning. Sound good?" Dave said stirring his own cup of coffee.

Rose hoisted herself up on the counter. "Knock yourself out."

Can those shorts be anymore shorter? "Do you think your mother would approve of your attire? There are four men staying here."

Settling the cup in the palm of her hand Rose tilted her head. "Why do you care? Plus it's hot outside."

Because Randy is young horny bastard. "I don't. It's that your mom seems like a professional woman and would want her daughter to follow suit."

He's acting as if my mother's a nun or something. "Dave. Nobody is perfect. That includes my mom. I just drank too much last night. It's not like I've never done it before."

Dave did a half shrug as he turned his back towards her. "Alright. Whatever. I'm going to start breakfast. Stay if you'd like."

Rose smiled as she stared at his back side. A cute one, she pointed out as she had done the day before. Especially in jeans.

"Mono. Pero su todavía un asno." (Cute. But your still an ass.)

Dave stared at her over his shoulder. "You know I don't know Spanish right?"

Rose raised her eyebrows as she finished off the hot liquid. "Yeah. I kinda figured."

Dave quirked an eyebrow before turning back to the task at hand. I guess paying attention in Spanish class wouldn't have been so bad.

X-x-x-X

Rose stuck around to watch Dave's actually very good attempt at making breakfast. Along with the French Toast he had cooked up some bacon and sausage. Adding fruit as the final touch on the plate. It surely wasn't the first time he'd cooked a full meal.

"Look at Dave. Trying to show off in front of the lady." John said taking the plate from Dave's offered hand.

Randy did a mocking laugh. "Show off? Yeah right. You're still sexless aren't you?"

Dave growled as he shoved the plate into Randy's chest. "Enjoy your breakfast Orton. Now sit down and shut up."

Randy continued to laugh as he followed Dave's orders. "And good morning to you beautiful." Randy greeted Rose with a kiss on the cheek.

Rose just smiled as she watched Randy take his seat. "Morning."

"How are you feeling after last night?" John asked.

Rose said nothing. She just shook her head. "I'll be fine."

"Whoa. What happened?" Randy looked between the two.

Laughing Rose took a bite of her Toast. "Just drank a little too much. And that's about it." Was it?

John and Dave looked at each other as Dave took his seat. The looks told each other that she'd just be better off not knowing what went on. Especially where Dave was concerned.

"That was it wasn't it? I didn't do anything horrible did I?" Rose asked as she saw the looks being given between John and Dave.

Dave turned away from John. "Nope. Just drank a little more then you should've." He assured.

Rose just nodded her head as she slowly opened her mouth to say something but quickly shut it. Why do I get the feeling that I did do something? Deciding to just let it go Rose put a smile on her face as her mother walked in.

"Something smells good." Christina said taking a huff of air in.

Dave paused for a second to turn to her. "Yeah. I made some French Toast. Plates on the stove."

Christina made an impressed look. "Something wrong with our hostess this morning?" She asked darting a look at her daughter.

Don't look at me like that. "Just had a long night last night. Dave was nice enough to fill in for me."

Christina didn't respond as she grabbed the seat between Dave and the quiet Paul who'd not spoken one word amongst the coversation.

Rose just stared at her mother as she took her first bite of food. Never once had she cared what her daughters' did in their spare time. Wasn't she the one who practically shoved her out the door? But now she's acting as if she's disgusted at her. What the hell?

"I did have a good time though. It is what you wanted me to have right?" Rose said sparing a look at the awfully pleasant look on her mother's face.

Christina ran a napkin over her mouth. "Why yes of course Rose. I'm glad you had a good time. Though you could've done without the drinking. You don't look so hot this morning."

Rose's jaw fell. "Excuse me? I didn't know mothers could make comments like that towards their daughters."

All four men put their forks down as they stared on in silence. No one even dared to interfere with two arguing women. Mother and daughter at that.

Christina nervously laughed. "I' am your mother Rose. I do have a right to be straightforward. Don't take it to heart dear. I'm just trying to look out for you. Especially these days."

Roses' eyes followed her mom as she got up. "Especially these days? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"No need to curse Rose. There are guests listening." Christina said with a warning tone.

"I'm not a child. I'll curse whenever the time is right. So you didn't answer me before. What did you mean by that comment?" Rose didn't move but did follow with her eyes as her mom moved up and down the kitchen.

Christina glared at her daughter. "Would you gentlemen excuse us?"

All four men stood up ready to hurry out. "No. Sit back down. You're my guests." Rose ordered as she stood up herself.

In unison all four men took back their seat. They also knew not to go against a woman's angered orders.

Christina went to protest but said to hell with it. "You've never been one to follow your dreams Rose. Not like your sister. Why do you think your father and I handed this Inn down to you? I thought you'd grown out of your same repetitive actions by now. Yeah I wanted you to go out last night. But not to go get dead drunk. I wanted you to go so maybe just maybe you'd meet a man that'd sweep you off your feet. Because Rose I' am actually really afraid that you'll be alone forever." She ended it with a small cry.

"Oh. Nuh-uh. You're aren't going to play the emotional card with me." Rose said throwing the napkin she had in her hand down on her plate. "So this is what you really think about me? Somehow I knew but yet I'd just tell myself that I was just being paranoid. So what if I've never had a boyfriend? So what if I've never been like my sister?" She paused to hold back her own cry. "And so fucking what if I do end up alone forever? My life isn't it?"

Randy went to reach for her but received a kick from John. He coughed to disguise his grimace and not without sending a cold look to his friend.

Christina made an attempt to step towards her daughter but was pushed away. "I didn't say those thing to hurt you Rose. I'm just looking out for my daughter. You've been like this since you were a child. Afraid of everything and everyone. I'm just trying to figure out why. Jennifer got over this faze. It's hard to understand why you haven't."

Rose shook her head as she looked up at the ceiling. "You ask why but yet you've never actually come to me and asked me. I don't even want to hash it out right now. It'd be like every other time I've tried to. You telling me to get over it. Plus I know it'd give you too much pleasure for me to spill out my guts in front of an audience."

"Rose…" Her mother started but was cut off by a slam of a door.

The men sat in shock. They didn't even dare to look up at Christina. It was Dave who got up. He said nothing as he followed Roses' tracks.