Jennie eased Lisa's head out of her lap and fluffed up a pillow for her to rest against before heading over to answer the door. There was a room service waiter with a food trolley standing on the other side.
"Is that for us?" Jennie asked. "We didn't order anything."
The waiter began wheeling the trolley into the living room. "Please accept this bottle of champagne as a small token of welcome from Mr. Humphrey, the General Manager."
Jennie followed the waiter over to the dining table, where he had started to set up an ice bucket and two champagne flutes. "That's fine, thanks," she said. "You don't need to open it now."
"Very good, Ms. Kim." He left the champagne bottle in the bucket and placed two plates onto the table, whisking off the silver covers with a flourish. "Our executive chef also took the liberty of sending up two slices of the Mystic Pizza, since he saw that you enjoyed it last night."
Jennie winced, sucking in her breath through her teeth.
"Sounds good," Jennie heard Lisa's voice say from behind her. Lisa ambled into the room and held out a twenty dollar bill for the waiter. "Please put up the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on your way out, would you?"
How much of that had Lisa just heard? Jennie bit her lip and turned hesitantly to face Lisa.
"Pizza, huh?"
Jennie raised her eyes to meet Lisa's. "Shouldn't you be lying down, Lisa?"
"Let me guess," Lisa replied, ignoring her question. "You were out partying last night with the executive chef too?"
Jennie opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it. She felt her cheeks starting to heat up, and she knew she must be blushing furiously. "Lisa..."
"Do you always go by Ms. Kim when you're out clubbing, Jennie?" Lisa's voice was starting to rise as she spoke over Jennie. "Do you? Or maybe only when you go clubbing with bellhops!"
"Ok," Jennie interrupted. "You caught me. I'm sorry. I was here last night."
"What the fuck?"
"I didn't go clubbing, ok? There was no clubbing. I just left and came here."
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Whatever, Lisa. Why do you care? You were otherwise occupied."
"Why do I care? Why do I care? I was going out of my mind trying to find you!"
"Please." Jennie rolled her eyes at Lisa.
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?"
"Come on, Lisa. I saw you dancing with that model." Jennie spun around and headed back into the bedroom. Lisa followed behind her, grabbing her elbow.
"Is that what this is about? That Audrey or Aubrie or Cha-Cha... whatever the fuck her name was?"
"It's fine." Jennie shrugged her arm free of Lisa's grasp. "It's not like you and I are together. No comment, right?"
Lisa shook her head in disbelief. "That's how you think I spent my night?"
"Lisa, I honestly don't care how you spent your night."
Lisa strode over to the nightstand and picked up Jennie's cell phone, jerking it free from its charger and turning to fling it towards where Jennie was standing on the other side of the room.
Jennie brought her hands up just in time to catch the phone in mid-air, blocking it from hitting her in the chest. "What is this for?"
"You want to know how I spent my night?" Lisa asked, her eyes flashing menacingly.
Jennie shook her head, but Lisa ploughed on. "Go ahead, Jennie." she said. "Your phone's all charged. Why don't you go ahead and check your messages?"
