Ok, so it's been a while since I've been around anyone who's been drunk, so if you have any tips on how to make this more believable, send them my way please :-)
Chapter 9
I had all my stuff packed. Granted, I didn’t have a whole lot, and it took a grand total of ten minutes to shove everything back into my suitcases. Still, I stuck around in my assigned hotel room. I don’t know why, but I just couldn’t leave without knowing he was sending me away because he really didn’t want me around, or if it was just one of those “spur of the moment-caught up in emotions” things.
I sat on the bed, reading a book. I honestly don’t know why I read so much. Being hundreds of years old gives me plenty of time to read anything and everything humans deem worthy to publish. Most of it makes me laugh. Humans can be totally clueless sometimes.
“NISHA!” All of a sudden, there was loud banging on my hotel room door. I tossed the book aside and rushed to open the door. There stood Kevin and Nick carrying a, surprisingly, drunken Joe.
“What is going on here?” A door opened somewhere down the hall and a very angry man stepped out.
“Absolutely nothing. Go back to bed.” I snapped. He nodded and retreated back into his room. Kevin and Nick gave me an odd look, as if they expected me to explain what had just happened. Like I was really going to tell them. “Why is Joe drunk?”
“No idea. It was like the minute the concert was over, he was on a mission to kill himself with gin (lol). I still don’t know how he got hold of a bottle of gin, but he did. Can you take care of him? We have GOT to get some sleep.” Kevin said. Nick nodded, and yawned, in agreement.
“Fine.” They dragged Joe into the room and dropped him not so gently onto the bed, his head making a clunking noise as it connected with my book. “Night.”
“Night.” They smiled sleepily and left. Great. Alone with a drunken vampire. I snatched my book out from under his head and went to the chair. I sat down and groaned. He just HAD to take the only comfortable spot in the room. I stood and walked back over to the bed and smacked him with the book.
“Wha—Ow.” He sat up, and then lay back down, seemingly too woozy to control his own actions
“Get up, Joseph. This is my room. I want my bed back!”
“Geez, Nish…could you be a little quieter?” He started to giggle…why, no clue. “I’ve had quiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiite a bit to drink tonight…”
“I really don’t give a dam.n how much you’ve had to drink tonight. I refuse to spend the night in that stupid, lumpy chair.”
“NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.” He rolled my name and continued to laugh. I rolled my eyes.
“What has gotten into you?”
“GIN!”
“Maybe you were right. You don’t need me. I certainly don’t need this.” I walked to where my suitcases had been sitting next to the TV stand. I slipped my book into one, and closed both of them. “Have a nice life.” I grabbed my suitcases and made for the door.
“WAIT!!!” I paused, my hand on the door knob.
“What?” I said, teeth clinched.
“Those ear pluss-gies thingsies you gave to me. They was not normal.”
“No, Joseph. They were special ear plugs for vampires. Were they helpful?”
“They was AWESOME. I made it in the whole tire concert, and my ears—my ears didn’t esplode.”
“Great. I’m happy for you. Goodbye Joseph.” I turned the knob.
