The Summoning

XXIII - Blood Sport

IV coaxed me into the sitting room to the giant penthouse that was just outside of II's room and I sat on a soft, velvet lined couch while II and Vessel poured five glasses of what looked to be whiskey from a decanter. There was a large TV in the corner between the kitchenette and the mini bar that faced the two sprawling couches. There were three other doors leading to bedrooms and, when I gave it some thought, I wondered where I was to sleep.

There was a high chance that everything for this tour was already set in stone, including sleeping arrangements, so I couldn't be upset that I wasn't exactly planned for on the tour. The couch was soft enough to sleep on.

I was curled up in one corner of the couch and III came to sit next to me with a bowl of fruit that seemed to be complementary from the hotel. There was a thank you letter on the nicely arranged bowl of various fruit and I found my mouth watering just looking at it. He had set it on the coffee table and gestured for me to take what I wanted. I reached down and grabbed a large slice of pineapple before curling back up into the couch to nibble on it. 

Vessel brought me a glass of whiskey - straight - and I took it from his outstretched hand before he sat on the opposite couch. II and IV followed, II sitting on the arm of the opposite couch while IV sat close next to Vessel. 

"So..." II started, watching his whiskey as he sloshed it around in his crystal cup, "What did happen out there?"

"What happened?" I scoffed, pointing to Vessel, "Someone overreacted!"

They all turned to look at Vessel as he looked down to his own glass, pursing his lips.

"He almost killed a couple of drunk men just because they ran into me!" I threw my hand out before grabbing a strawberry, shooting a glare up when II began to laugh.

II stopped short, clearing his throat as he looked down to his hands, but this only made the other two laugh as well.

"Oh, yeah real funny." I narrowed my eyes at the three of them respectively before eating the whole strawberry at once, save for the stem.  I leveled a glare at Vessel, who was gazing resolutely at the floor, "You know, I didn't appreciate being man-handled like some sort of child!"

III nearly choked on his whiskey before lowering his cup, "Noted, you're not into that."

My face went beet red and the other two laughed when I slapped III's arm. III laughed the loudest as he shielded his drink from spilling and leaned away from my assault.

"Are you hungry? You must be starved and fruit isn't going to help all that much." IV began to stand and I floundered. I was feeling the effects of the whiskey after just one sip and it felt warm as it slipped down to my stomach. I probably was hungry.

Glancing to the kitchen as IV headed over to the bar counter, I wondered if there was anything to cook there.

"Is there even anything to make?" I craned my head to try and see over III, but couldn't see past the counter. 

"Not really, we will probably want to just call room service or get something delivered." IV picked up the phone at the edge of the counter and looked through a little pamphlet that must have had either a menu, or food close to the hotel.

"Ooo!" III nearly jumped out of his chair, setting his drink down, "There's that place down the street called Les Gentleman. I think they could deliver."

Taking out his phone, IV nodded and began searching for it. "You like wine, Hayley?"

"Uh, yeah. Mostly Moscato, but I'm good with any, honestly." I felt my face heat. They were asking what I liked?