A Night with Chat - by Tau Burn

A Night with Chat

"Alright, you'll be in room 609. Elevator is around the corner, and if you need anything feel free to call us at the desk Ms. Pyre. Check out will be tomorrow at 11. Thank you for staying with us at Château de Chât"

 Making her way into the room, Lucy scrambles with impatience as she sets the temperature as she prefers, finds the ideal lighting arrangement, and opens her luggage filled with the various implements needed for tonight's special occasion. Taking a moment to check her appearance and puffing up with pride, she takes phone in hand.

 The notification finally arrives. Chat had grown so accustomed to this routine that they had developed the habit of arriving early, mingling in the lobby just out of sight and giving other guests a bit of a spectacle of nonsense, to help drown out the incessant advertisements for Tymoutimol playing on the television. To them, this process of improvised miming, off-scheduled donation, making bets on when Lucy would contact them, and preemptively starting their comedy bits were necessary to get in the proper mindset to interact with Lucy face to face. For all Chat knew, the other guests in the lobby they killed time with may also come to appreciate Lucy, or make Chat's traditions their own in a form of primitive cultural exchange. Wrapping things up, they followed their instructions to take the elevator to a particular room number. 

 "What's taking them so long? They better not be looking at other streamers!" Lucy fumed to herself. Just then, with a knock, Lucy opened the door to a somewhat scruffy and affable Chat, who hid their degeneracy behind a thin veneer. Other streamers may not have seen any positive qualities in Chat, but to Lucy, they were as attractive as any nondescript plurality could be, and beyond anything else they were hers. The door was shut and locked, with the proverbial sock of a do-not-disturb sign hung from the door handle. 

As with any of their prior trysts, it was a cacophony of one-upsmanship, banter, depravity, assertion, bullying, cooing, laughing, and most importantly ***. To them, it felt as though these continued exploits would one day settle the argument of who truly was the top in their dynamic. More than the degeneracy they pursued together behind those doors, they each needed that interaction than they were willing to admit, and neither party could ever say aloud.

 Hearts raced, occasional "Nya~"s led some guests on that floor to believe a stray cat had gotten into the hotel, and the occasional scream or moan would have other patrons quickly scurrying away to their suites with their imaginations running wild.

 "If that's what you call thrusting then I'm taking over!" Lucy barked from beyond the door.

 Really, there's not much left to the imagination on that one. Somewhere around 2 am it finally died down for the night, and without any noise complaints this time. Perhaps this venue could be used again in the future.

 Chat was the first to rise, stricken with hunger, and made their way down to the lobby. The flavor of the waffle they were scarfing down could only be beaten by the fact that it was free. The table they were using had the perfect view of the path from the elevator back to the checkout desk, and three other guests taking care of their standard rituals to get the new day started. All that was left was to invite them to a small prank, and wait.

 Lucy left the room, refreshed and with plenty of time to make it to work. It was a lovely morning, and Lucy was in such high spirits that nothing could possibly ruin her mood today. Taking luggage in hand, she made her way to the elevator and strolled toward the checkout counter. The lobby was bustling with faceless guests, assuredly chatters of their own right, talking and laughing over their meals. Ignoring them and mentally preparing to speak to the receptionist, Lucy approached the counter and thankfully addressed her first.

 "Good morning, may I help you?"

 "Hi, I'm just uh.. checking out from room 609."

 "Ah, Ms. Pyre. How was your stay with us?"

 "You know, it was actually--" "DICKS!" 

Lost in her seething tirade, and the sheer audacity that Chat had to pull this crap yet again and ruin Lucy's mood right before work, the checkout attendant never got their answer, in the end.