Solana Forever

S7 E2

When I arrived this morning I was immediately summoned over to the reception desk by a concerned looking Joyce.

"Gaby, come over here" she commanded beckoning me with her hand.

I gave a tired sigh - me, Mateo and Kenneth were in the Salon till one last night, faffing with Mateos hair. "It's too early for this" I mumbled as I followed her instructions. "What is it?".

"Did you check in a man called Mr Buck A. Roo last night?" She asked. A smile formed on my face at that name.

"Definitely not" I grinned. "Trust me, I'd remember a brilliant name like that" Joyce tutted in annoyance. "Why?".

"Well his check in notes are a bit strange" she explained and then read "Will not be staying second night, room is to freshen up only".

"Now that is strange" Leslie chimed. "Why pay for an extra night when you can just have a leak and a promise in the bogs" she questioned.

I had a response for that. "Well if the women's toilets at around midday are anything to go off, the men's by the evening must look like a wet room".

Both of them grimaced at the lovely image I had painted for them. "Alright, you can go to the pool bar now" she dismissed me quickly.

"I'm going" I said in a sing song voice. Literally as a I turned round I saw Tiger, who was dressed a woman. He got to reception and I stood still for a moment, debating whether or not to ask for some context.

He caught me looking and quickly answered for me "Two words: Benidorm, night out".

"That's three words but yeah, sounds about right" i nodded and then left for the pool bar.

"Morning" I called to Mateo.

He shot me his signature smirk. "Hola" he purred.

I leant over the bar to get close to his face. He was expecting me to flirt with him, which was tempting, but naturally I had something else to do first. "Oooo I like your hair. Tell me, what's your secret for keeping away the grey?" I teased with a grin.

Mateo smirk soon dropped and he was quick to hush me. "You said you would not say anything" he frowned.

I laughed to myself, hopping over the bar. "Sorry but I couldn't resist. Don't worry no one's around to hear about the horrific truth that you're aging" I pointed out sarcastically.

Then, as if on cue, I hard someone clear their throat to the side of us and saw a middle aged woman awkwardly stood there having heard the whole thing. I gave Mateo an awkward smile. "Okay, I'm sorry" he had a very unamused expression. "I'll just go and serve them".

And after half an hour, I'd finished serving them. Turns out that woman had quite a lot on her plate and spent the entire time venting it to me. To be fair though, it did put off doing any actual work and some of the stuff was juicy.

I went back to go and talk to Mateo and saw him staring in confusion at a laminated piece of paper. "What's that?" I asked him.

"That silly, clown man asked me for a picture of lemonade and when I bring it to him, he gets angry" Mateo explained, annoyed, as he began to make up their drinks correctly this time.

"Wait, hang on, a picture of lemonade?" I repeated. He nodded. "Are you sure you got that right?".

"Yes" he insisted. 'And then he said something about a jurg" his face twisted in confusion as he repeated the word, mimicking the man's American accent.

"A jurg? Do you mean a jug?" I decoded.

"I don't know what he means. Americans are crazy" he declared. I couldn't help but smirk at him, there's no way on earth he'd survive in the wild.