Chap 12 - Italian

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I quickly head out of her room before going back up to my room.

I wipe off my old makeup and change it to something a little simpler before flopping down on my bed. It feels so nice to finally have a break and I try to get some sleep.

I sigh before grabbing my phone to look through some messages and notifications. I decide to call Cherri and connect to the TV. Cherri answers quickly popping up onto the screen in less than three seconds.

"Hey, bitch! What the fuck took ya so long? Also, I've been waiting for your call!" She gives me a calling sign where she puts her hand to her ear like a phone.

I laugh, "Sorry Cherri, I've been busy."

"No shit! Ya always are textin' me depressed shit, but you haven't called in like, three days!" I smile at her concern before going to my little med kit station that hangs on the wall.

"Yes well, I would more but being with both Val and Velvette, I haven't had much time for anything else." I grab an open bottle of ibuprofen and shake the last of it into my bag before tossing the can into the trash.

She shrugs, "Anyway, please tell me that you're fucking coming to lunch! I hate having fucking jambalaya or pancakes all the fuckin' time!" She groans, "When is it someone else's turn to cook?"

I give a short laugh, "You? You want to cook?"

"Fuck no!" She answers without missing a beat, "Can't fuckin' cook for the death of me."

I smirk, "Fine, I guess your food does suck."

"Get the fuck over here... now." She doesn't say anything to my insult other than her voice being pouty.

I grab my phone, "I will, bye Bomber!" She says goodbye and I hang up.

I rush to the door, excitement streaming through my body. I head to the elevator and once I get down to the main floor I say bye to Naveah and a few others that stay here for lunch.

I take a driver to the hotel and make it there in ten minutes. I walk up the driveway and don't even get a chance to open the door before Charlie is on me, giving me the biggest hug of her life.

I chuckle awkwardly, "Hey Charlie."

Her girlfriend comes over and gently starts to pull her away, "Give the guy some space, I'm sure he's had a busy last few hours." More like the last few decades but who's counting?

She squeals, "I know, I'm sorry, but it's so good to see you again! We've missed you!" I come in and almost jump onto my favorite couch in this place.

"Never change this couch," I say as I notice that the other furnishings are different.

Charlie smiles, "we left that one for you!" She runs off talking to us with a turned head, "I'm going to figure out what we're having!"

I smile at her before relaxing on the couch. Sir Pentious walks over and sits on the couch.

"Did you know that all of the overlords of hell are going to the CCC?" Vaggie asks me.

I shrug, "dunno, not big on politics."

Vaggie facepalms, "It's not politics."

"Wait," I sit up from my lying position, "haven't we had this argument before?"

Vaggie gives me a look like I'm dumb, "...yes...? When we first met Alastor."

"Oh! I remember now!" I lay back down.

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