bottles of beer and the plump bald one in front of me pretended to puke. His friends weren’t impressed. I scooted away from him and pressed up against Chaz. He wrapped his arms around my waist, drawing me closer to him as the bald guy yelled, “I can’t believe you guys planned my bachelor party the same weekend as a queer convention.” He threw back his beer and his friends looked at us apologetically.
“Greg, keep it down,” said the taller one.
“It’s okay. I’m down with this shit!” He waved his beer in the air, spilling it down Danielle’s leg.
“Watch it, buddy!” she called out.
“Sorry, doll,” he snorted.
Danielle turned into Donny and he studied the guy over his shades. Thankfully, we were on the fourth floor so the ride was fast. We exited quickly when the doors opened.
“What a douchebag,” called Donny as the doors closed. Suddenly, the doors sprung back open! The bald guy flew out and came at Donny!
“What did you call me, you little faggot?” He shoved Donny and he flew into the wall.
“Hey, back off!” Donny steadied himself and put up his hands, his jaw tightened in restraint.
“You back off!” said Mr. Douchebag and shoved Donny harder against the wall.
“C’mon, Greg,” called his friend from the elevator as he held the door open. His other friend shook his head and took a swig of his beer. This obviously wasn’t the first time Mr. Douchebag had started a fight. He pinched Donny’s shirt between his fat fingers. Danielle screamed and Chaz stepped in, pulling the guy off of Donny.
“Back the fuck off!”
“Aw, that’s so cute. You standing up for your boyfriend, Queer?”
Greg’s friends jumped in and grabbed him. They dragged him back to the elevator as he struggled against them. “Sorry guys,” the taller one called. “He gets hot when he’s had too much.”
I let out my breath and started shaking as the elevator doors closed. Donny straightened his shirt. Chaz pulled me to him, his eyes flashing with anger as his chest heaved.
“Are you okay?” Chaz asked as he glanced back to the elevator. The lights revealed it had stopped on the sixth floor.
Danielle grabbed Donny’s hand. “Let’s go back to the room,” she coaxed. Donny glanced back at the numbers above the elevator then threw his eyes over to Chaz. Chaz shook his head “no”.
“Sure,” said Donny. He nodded to Chaz. He put his arm around Danielle’s shoulder and they started down the hall.
We sat in silence, watching MTV. Donny curled up with Danielle on her bed and Chaz lounged next to me on mine. The Human League’s Don’t You Want Me Baby video had just started when there was a knock on the door. I sat up stiffly and Chaz walked over to the door and looked out the peephole.
“It’s your stylist, Paige,” he called.
Trent entered pushing a room service cart draped in a white cloth. “Special delivery,” he sang and yanked the tablecloth from the cart revealing bottles of beer, wine coolers, sodas, and two bottles of vodka.
“Jesus!” beamed Donny.
“I grabbed what I could from the bar, they were shutting it down.”
“Thanks, Trent,” I said and rose to give him a hug.
“Thanks, man,” said Chaz.
“Sure. I told you I take care of my models,” he winked. “If you need anything else I’m three doors down in room four-fifteen.” He tucked the tablecloth under his arm and left.
Donny stood and announced, “I believe we have a party here boys and girls.” He turned to me and squeezed one eye shut. “What’s your poison, m’ lady?”
“Wine cooler, please,” I giggled.
“Such a chick.” He shook his head, twisted the top from the wine cooler, and handed it to me.
“Ditto,” called Danielle.
“Bor-ing,” Donny sang.
We sat on the end of the bed and sipped our wine coolers. Chaz and Donny started on the bottle of vodka, passing it back and forth.
“Jesus!” called Danielle. “Slow down, put it in some soda.”
“Argh!” grimaced Donny,
“Greg, keep it down,” said the taller one.
“It’s okay. I’m down with this shit!” He waved his beer in the air, spilling it down Danielle’s leg.
“Watch it, buddy!” she called out.
“Sorry, doll,” he snorted.
Danielle turned into Donny and he studied the guy over his shades. Thankfully, we were on the fourth floor so the ride was fast. We exited quickly when the doors opened.
“What a douchebag,” called Donny as the doors closed. Suddenly, the doors sprung back open! The bald guy flew out and came at Donny!
“What did you call me, you little faggot?” He shoved Donny and he flew into the wall.
“Hey, back off!” Donny steadied himself and put up his hands, his jaw tightened in restraint.
“You back off!” said Mr. Douchebag and shoved Donny harder against the wall.
“C’mon, Greg,” called his friend from the elevator as he held the door open. His other friend shook his head and took a swig of his beer. This obviously wasn’t the first time Mr. Douchebag had started a fight. He pinched Donny’s shirt between his fat fingers. Danielle screamed and Chaz stepped in, pulling the guy off of Donny.
“Back the fuck off!”
“Aw, that’s so cute. You standing up for your boyfriend, Queer?”
Greg’s friends jumped in and grabbed him. They dragged him back to the elevator as he struggled against them. “Sorry guys,” the taller one called. “He gets hot when he’s had too much.”
I let out my breath and started shaking as the elevator doors closed. Donny straightened his shirt. Chaz pulled me to him, his eyes flashing with anger as his chest heaved.
“Are you okay?” Chaz asked as he glanced back to the elevator. The lights revealed it had stopped on the sixth floor.
Danielle grabbed Donny’s hand. “Let’s go back to the room,” she coaxed. Donny glanced back at the numbers above the elevator then threw his eyes over to Chaz. Chaz shook his head “no”.
“Sure,” said Donny. He nodded to Chaz. He put his arm around Danielle’s shoulder and they started down the hall.
We sat in silence, watching MTV. Donny curled up with Danielle on her bed and Chaz lounged next to me on mine. The Human League’s Don’t You Want Me Baby video had just started when there was a knock on the door. I sat up stiffly and Chaz walked over to the door and looked out the peephole.
“It’s your stylist, Paige,” he called.
Trent entered pushing a room service cart draped in a white cloth. “Special delivery,” he sang and yanked the tablecloth from the cart revealing bottles of beer, wine coolers, sodas, and two bottles of vodka.
“Jesus!” beamed Donny.
“I grabbed what I could from the bar, they were shutting it down.”
“Thanks, Trent,” I said and rose to give him a hug.
“Thanks, man,” said Chaz.
“Sure. I told you I take care of my models,” he winked. “If you need anything else I’m three doors down in room four-fifteen.” He tucked the tablecloth under his arm and left.
Donny stood and announced, “I believe we have a party here boys and girls.” He turned to me and squeezed one eye shut. “What’s your poison, m’ lady?”
“Wine cooler, please,” I giggled.
“Such a chick.” He shook his head, twisted the top from the wine cooler, and handed it to me.
“Ditto,” called Danielle.
“Bor-ing,” Donny sang.
We sat on the end of the bed and sipped our wine coolers. Chaz and Donny started on the bottle of vodka, passing it back and forth.
“Jesus!” called Danielle. “Slow down, put it in some soda.”
“Argh!” grimaced Donny,
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