Exposed (#wattys2016)

chapter thirty-two

Our first night was relaxing, and we stayed inside our suite with the stars twinkling through our two story windows. We were able to sneak booze in, splitting a bottle of wine while we both sat on the bed in the loft.

"I'm dying to wreck this place," Caspian softly muttered to me, his breath smelling like wine as he whispered. I sat between his legs on the couch and let my head rest against his chest. He handed the bottle of wine to me and I took another full swig.

"What kind of wrecking?" I laughed quietly and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "Any kind," he replied while snatching the bottle back from my fingers, "well, wanna go to the arcade?"

I nodded and sat up from my slump against his chest, a bright smile on my face as I quickly started to wonder why I didn't do this sooner. "There's an arcade?" I bursted out, my eyes filled with excitement.

I always wanted to win hundreds of tickets and spend them on stupid souvenirs like a stuffed monkey or 25 temporary tattoos and a tootsie roll. I never had the money, though, and hearing that I could finally do it made me super excited.

Casp slid off of the couch and grabbed his wallet, his eyes slightly glazed as he nodded towards the door. "Let's go!" I immediately followed him and pushed my hair back with my fingers, my stomach rumbling as we made our way down the hallway to the elevator.

"Can we get food too?" I asked him as my hand clutched my stomach. Once we got to the elevator, I eagerly pressed the down button because I was still a child at heart. "Yeah, I'm feeling some gourmet chicken nuggets," Caspian admitted while we boarded the elevator to go down to the ground floor.

I sighed happily and leaned against the back of the elevator, my eyes peering up at him. He was smiling, the drunk kind of smile that you somehow know isn't a byproduct of being drunk.
"You're really awesome," I muttered quietly while I watched his features shift towards me.

I didn't even have to say anything else, because I was already wrapped in his arms. I felt his lips press a few kisses to the top of my head but that was soon cut off as we realized the elevator doors were opening and groups of parents with angry kids were waiting to get on the elevator. We quickly got off, my hand grabbing Caspian's finger as he charged out. I didn't want to lose him. "The fuck," he exclaimed while pushing through the groups of families, "you don't have to fuckin stare!"

I kept holding his finger before my hands finally laced with his, and we walked through the front lobby to the restaurant which seemed like a maze of hallways away. The waitress smiled as she saw us approaching, and Caspian nodded like he was still back home, ready to buy drugs off of someone.

"Can we have some chicken nuggets to go?" He asked, pulling his wallet out with his free hand. The waitress just laughed. "How many?"
I wasn't sure why she was laughing but I just spun off a random number. "fifty chicken nuggets?" Caspian seemed to agree, and he nodded.

"I'm sorry, but this isn't McDonald's, you can get five entrees of chicken nuggets, which would be about twenty-five chicken tenders." The waitress smiled and blinked, her fingers ready to tap in the order.

"Woah, wait a minute goldilocks, what's the difference between a nugget and a tender?" Caspian let go of my hand now and placed them both on his hips. "A chicken nugget is smaller in size, where as a tender is usually double the size, usually thinner too..." she recollected while telling us the difference. I just started laughing. "We'll take the five things," I tried to say through my laughter. Caspian smacked my arm, and I could tell he wanted to laugh too.

"Okay, five entrees will be fifty five dollars," the blond waitress said as she looked at Caspian and me. "Damn, good deal," I heard Caspian mutter while throwing three twenty dollar bills onto the waitress's podium. She quickly fished out the change and we waited forever to get our fifty chicken tenders. She finally handed us a whole bunch of greasy paper bags. "Fries are in here," she explained while handing over the first set of bags to me, "and tenders here," she said again while handing Caspian the second set.
"Thanks," Casp mumbled while walking off with all of the bags, "to the arcade!"

I followed him and opened my bags, eating some fries while we walked. We finally got to the arcade and just sat down on a bench, drunkily eating our chicken tenders and fries. Chicken nuggets have never tasted so good. About halfway through, we just stopped, and we left our food on the bench. Caspian started getting quarters from twenty dollar bills and he deposited a few in my hand before we went off to play all of the arcade games.

I loved watching the tickets charge out of the machines, they felt so nice to hold, knowing I could finally get a stupid prize from playing stupid games. The whole arcade was dimly lit and smelled musty, and I'm pretty sure I lost Caspian for a while.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I just assumed it was Caspian. "Look babe, I got so many—"
It wasn't Caspian, but instead the attendent who looked around my age with prominent eye bags and chubby cheeks. "Listen, you and your friend need to leave. It's five after eleven and we closed like... five minutes ago."

I looked around for Caspian and couldn't find him, not even over on the bench with our food. "Okay... I guess I can keep these tickets, right?" I was sobering up now, practically sober, and I was starting to panic because I couldn't find him anywhere. The attendent just nodded at my question, so I gathered my tickets and started walking out of the arcade. "Caspian?" I called out while looking around, scratching my head when I couldn't find him. I really had to pee, though, so I went into the men's room next to the arcade.

"Casp?" I asked again once inside, because you never know. I used the urinal, and afterwards I checked the stalls. I saw Caspian's feet.

"What the fuck, Caspian?" I opened the stall and saw him asleep with his cheek against the toilet seat. I smacked his other cheek a few times and he finally woke up. "I felt nauseous," he mumbled to me. "No shit," I mumbled back while helping him stand up.

Somehow we made it back to the room.
Somehow we crashed and slept through the whole night.

----A/N---
Hey! I'm pretty busy right now, so I'm sorry for the late updates. :-(