GREENE | CS55

06 - Get Out

"You're strong."

Carlos nursed the thudding he felt in the back of his head, lying down flat against Pierce Greene's hotel room area rug. Right where she left him before slamming the door shut and promptly stomping away.

Pierce subtly glanced back at him, a wild mess on the ground. She was sure that he felt as poorly as he looked right now, pathetic and helpless. A dizzying image to look at, one that she'd rather not have sprawled across her hotel room floor in any context.

"You're drunk." She responded in a hiss. "You can hardly hold yourself up, let alone resist."

It was nothing Pierce wasn't used to dealing with in the past; people that had reached their limit and then some. She had taken careful measures to not ever reach that point. Some would say drastic measures, if they knew what those measures even were.

Carlos tipped his head back to look in the direction her voice was coming from. She looked taller than normal from this distorted angle. Granted, she was also upside-down from his point of view. He watched her lean figure hop onto the plush mattress, her eyes focused on the movements she was making, nesting herself in as she continued.

Pierce fluffed her blanket up into the air, letting it coat the bed around her as it settled against the entire lower half of her body.

"I'm upset." He huffed back at her, a whole boat load of stubbornness all packed into one quick breath and two short words.

"What would you like me to do about that?" Pierces arms fell on her lap, deflating the fluffed covering on top of her with a frump.

Carlos rolled over and propped himself up on one elbow, slowly raising his sore body up onto the other one to match. His thumbs twiddled together and his feet kicked up into the air, like they were best friends talking shit about the girl next door at a sleepover.

The question was rhetorical, of course. Even if Carlos had an answer, prepared and willing to deal with her attitude, Pierce would have interrupted him with her next question.

"Why did you follow me back here?"

He didn't have a good answer for that one either. Dread filled his mind, a longing to be saved by Caco or Daniel or anyone that could get him out of this situation.

"Follow you?" Carlos scoffed, making a noise with his throat. "I was trying to go back to my—"

"I haven't seen you around here all weekend." Pierce sported a lawful look. "You're laying on my floor as opposed to finding your room key downstairs. Safe to assume that's because you don't have one. Not here. Because this isn't your hotel."

"You know, for someone who doesn't care, you sure sound like you've got it all figured out." Carlos retorted before changing the subject. "You really screwed me up today. I was going to win."

"You were in third," Pierce rolled her eyes.

"I had the lap time on Lewis and Bottas. It was going to be my first win."

Pierce sighed, sliding her body down onto the bed. Of course that was what this all was about. For a brief moment, letting the pain behind his words puncture in to her conscience, she almost felt sympathetic towards Carlos. That was until she remembered it wasn't her fault. But, of course, Carlos didn't care to see that. Under her breath, she grumbled. "And now you wont let me fall asleep."

Carlos watched her with wide eyes as she lifted the plush duvet and continued to tuck herself in. Anger rippled through his body, giving him a new gust of energy. "You're going to make me sleep on the floor?!"