house of cards :: m.g.c.

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the summer air blew michael's lilac hair into his green eyes. even though it was past eight at night, the californian air was still warm and slightly humid.

michael hated it.

he wanted to be back in his man-cave in australia. but he couldn't go back just yet. he needed to wait a bit for the mike-ro-wave fiasco to die down. in the mean time, he'd have fun with some americans.

he called for a taxi and told the driver to take him to the hotel he would be staying at. michael looked out the window at the ocean. he marveled at the crashing waves bathed in the moonlight.

"quite beautiful, isn't it?" the driver asked, noticing michael's slack jaw and wide eyes.

"yes, quite." he replied.

"is it your first time in california?"

"yeah." michael turned on his phone to see a text message. 'i'll send them up to your hotel room'.

"where are you from? your accent, i can't put my finger on it."

"australia. i lived in sydney."

"oh! that's what it is. why would you want to leave australia?" the driver pulled up in front of the hotel and michael gathered his bags. he paid and opened the door to leave.

"because sometimes even angels need a break from heaven." michael left the driver in confusion and went to get his room key. he sent the room number to the man. 'room 331'.

a bell boy came and grabbed the majority of michael's luggage, even though it was only a few bags. the room wasn't much but it was better than sleeping on the streets. a simple double bed covered in white sheets, a flat screen t.v., an oak desk, and an en suite. michael tipped the boy from the money he stole from the servo and closed the door.

not two seconds later a knock was heard. a different staff member stood there with a large parcel and a note.

"mr. michael . . . oh, just michael. um, a delivery arrived for you." the young girl, about twenty-three, stuttered and handed michael the package. he felt like a kid on christmas but kept it contained. he studied the girl in front of him but pushed her away from his brain. she was too old to kill.

"thank you." he once again, handed out a tip and closed the door for, what he hoped to be, the last time that night.

michael placed the gift on his bed and shimmied out of his skinny jeans. he sat on the bed and opened up his present. he pulled the mutiple pieces out and arranged them out on his bed. he was grinning like a child again. michael put them back neatly and settled down for a sound sleep full of dreams of his new toys.