Chapter 32 - E

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Danielle and I spent the first hour of our night off demolishing the entire menu that the hotel offers for room service. After that, we rented Despicable Me, but seeing as how both of us have seen the movie a million times, neither one of us is paying much attention. After another ten minutes of watching Gru take care of the girls, I sigh, clearly bored and itching to do something.

"Want to have a little fun?" I say smirking.

"Don't make that face. That face makes me nervous," she complains.

"Calm down. There's a mini-fridge in the kitchen. Want to raid it?"

Her face perks up at this. We both jump out of the bed and run over to it, almost yanking the door of the hinges. Inside sits a variety of snacks, sweets, and most importantly, drinks. There's a couple small bottles of vodka, tequila and whiskey, along with some wine coolers and cans of beer. I reach my hand out but she smacks it away.

"What the hell?" I shout.

"Are you even allowed to drink?" Danielle asks, pulling me back a bit from the goods. "The whole point of me being here is to make sure you don't make any bad decisions."

"Doctor said I was fine, just to not overdo it physically. Anyways, I'm getting drug tested. Not breathalyzed," I reason.

"I am in no way taking the fall for this if it goes to shit. And you have to promise to have my back on that. Paul and Sam know enough people to get me black listed from dancing professionally ever again."

She holds out her pinky finger, waiting for me to make the schoolyard promise. Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I wrap my little finger around hers.

"I swear. Now grab the beer and some chasers. I'll get the liquor."

She does as she's told and the two of us make our way back to my bed, arms loaded with alcohol. We decide to make a little drinking game out of the movie. Every time a minion talks, we take a sip. Every time Gru is a good dad, we take a sip. When Gru gets rid of the girls, we take two shots in a row. Needless to say, by the end of the movie, we're both piss drunk.

"We should have a dance party!" Danielle says, stumbling up out of the bed.

"No, that's too much movement. Sorry, I'm not having it," I say, laying down still and closing my eyes to try to get the room to stop spinning.

"Jaaaaade," she whines, drawing out the 'A' in my name. "You made me miss a night of performing so you owe me."

I open one of my eyes to see that she's pouting. "You're really laying this guilt trip on thick, aren't ya?"

"That depends. Is it working?" she hiccups mid-sentence, causing me to laugh a bit.

"Fine. I think Jesy has a speaker in her case."

She stumbles over and easily finds it, sitting on the top of everything. In no time she has her phone hooked up and is blaring a weird combination of EDM, Little Mix, and Ed Sheeran.

"I want more alcohol!" I shout after a while.

I turn the music down and pick up the phone, dialing the reception desk.

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