I’m trying to write books that taste like ice cream but have the nutrition of vegetables.
The ice cream arrived.
“What do you think this is?” She spooned it up and started laughing. It was pale green.
I tasted it. “I think pooh.”
“Where do you want to go now?”
“Need alcohol. Let’s go to the bar next to the hotel.”
It was busy and we ages at the bar. She asked how things were going.
“OK I guess.”
“No, not really.”
“Not your fault. Victoria left me.”
“Are you going to write a book? Who knows, it may be a best seller. You might be famous.”
“That’s the last thing I want. My face is for radio.”
She kissed me on the cheek.
“What was that for?”
“Because I admire you so much.”
I blushed. So much so, I thought I was going to pass out as I felt so hot.
“I’m glad people care about me.”
It was happy hour. I ordered a glass of white wine and a shot.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?”
We talked, but as midnight came round, Summer was becoming more giggly, louder and more tactile.
She finished the last of her drink. “Let’s go.”
As they walked in through the reception, she stopped.
“What’s the matter?”
“I’m really tired.”
“That’s ok. We’re going to bed.”
“I’m still thirsty.”
“Really? Are you sure?”
“It’s OK, we’ll go to bed.”
It seemed to take her forever to get up the stairs. All they way up, I could hear her. “Drink, bed, drink, bed.” I opened the door and she pushed past me and went straight into the bathroom. She came out dressed in her pyjamas.
She had already taken over the bathroom. There were pots and packets everywhere.
And a bag with more things in it on the basin.
I had a razor, toothpaste and a toothbrush.
“I need more drink. Let’s go to the bar.”
“You are in pyjamas and have nothing on your feet.”
She poked me in the chest. “So… it will be fine.”