What the hell did I say at that party? “No, seriously. I can’t remem--”
Michael chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. In the morning, I’m sure you’ll remember. But until then? We’re going to bed. No more parties this weekend. Fix your shit. Come on, Allison.”
And as the hotel door closed behind them, I licked my chapped lips.
“Clint?”
I felt the mattress undulate before something thudded against the floor.
“Clint? Are you okay?”
He groaned, but didn’t say anything. I managed to open one eye without feeling as if I might puke. I watched him stumble over to the balcony doors. He slid them open and walked out, flopping himself into a chair. I hiccupped as I sat up, propping myself up on my elbows
, watching him gaze out over the darkened horizon.
“Clint?”
Instead of answering me, though, he ignored me. Cold shoulder and all. I closed my eyes and flopped back down onto the mattress, trying to wrack my brain as to what I had said. I couldn't remember anything, though. I remembered the shots we took. Arriving at the house. I remembered feeling a bit smothered by Clint’s presence. But that was it.
“Is that why you’re mad? Because I felt smothered?” I asked.
I didn’t get an answer, though. Just the wind softly blowing through the open sliding door.
“Clint, are you hungry?”
“Do you want some water?”
“I think I can get up to get some water. Do you want me to order you anything?”
“A snack from the vending machine?”
“I think one of the restaurants is open right now.”
“Want me to move to the other queen bed?”
Every question I asked went unanswered. And I hated that. I reached over and picked up the hotel phone, haphazardly dialing the kitchen. I needed food. I needed sustenance. I needed the growling of my stomach to go away. I also needed some Tylenol.
Could they deliver Tylenol?
“Room number, please,” the man said.
“Uh, yeah. Room… uh… well, the name’s Rae Cleaver. The reservation is under--”
“I’ll look it up later. What's your order?”
“Do you guys have Tylenol?”
He paused. “Tylenol.”
“I mean, I want food. But I also need Tylenol. And I don’t have any.”
“It’ll be charged to your room from the pharmacy down here at the snack bar.”
“Perfect. That’s fine.”
“And the rest of your order?”
I licked my lips. “Uh… water. Coffee. Um, some french fries and a double bacon cheeseburger.”