I arrive to a big table covered in fancy plates, cups and sliverware and...Monroe. Monroe wasn't alone though. To his right, a man with black bristly hair with one of his arms in a sling, broken or something I bet. Next to that guy there is a Latino woman with browinsh hair that went beyond her shoulders. I guess the empty seat on Monroe's left was mine. I sit down and Monroe smiles at me.
"You look lovely." says Monroe, as I sit down.
"I agree." says the man to the right of Monroe.
"You are probably wondering who this is. Jane, this is my second in command and best friend Miles Matheson. And his wife, Nora Clayton." introduces Monroe.
Miles and Nora both smile at me. First our drinks our served in those fancy glass cups. Everyone gets wine but me.
"Why don't I get wine?" I demand.
"Jane, you're 16. You are too young for wine." says Monroe.
Instead I get some "non-alcoholic beverage" aka grape juice.
"So how is your room?" asks one of them, I am way too tired to figure out which one.
"Big." I reply and they start laughing. What is so funny?
"Hey Jane, are you ok?" asks one of them, guessing it's Miles because it didn't sound like Monroe.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I reply, looking at Miles "What happened to your arm?"
"Oh, well Bass and I were celebrating my birthday and someone thought it would be nice to bomb the place so luckly all I ended up with a broken arm." explains Miles.
"Who is Bass?" I ask. They just stare at each other and start laughing.
"Miles calls me Bass." says Monroe.