Meeting the Jokers

Part 10

"Olivia," Q cut in, "we were about to go back to the hotel... if you wanted to come?"

I jumped at the chance, "of course!"

"There is the production team everywhere in that hotel though, just to warn you."

"It's fine," I assure myself.

My phone bleeped. Then again. Emily.

Where are you?

Are you ok?

You disappeared.

Oh god, Emily! What could I tell her? That I went off running to the guys? That I got lost finding my way out? That I met an old friend tonight?

I'm so sorry, I had to rush off.

That was the only excuse I could muster up.

I'm sorry.

"Are you coming?" Murr asked as they waited outside the door.

I gathered up my jacket and purse and scuttled behind them.

"I can't believe you messed up that line, man," Sal said.

"I'm sorry... I just forget the punch line," Q shot back.

"It was fine, guys," Joe said.

"I thought it was amazing," I shouted from the back of them. The hallway wasn't big enough for 5 people; so I had to walk behind them.

I was still with them.

"This hotel is only a few minutes away," Joe explained to me.

"Oh, my god! You're staying at the posh hotel!"

"Uh, probably," he laughed.

"I've always wanted to go there."

"Well, I'm sure we can get a room for our favourite guest star."

Sal and Q began walking in the opposite direction as Joe and Murr continued forwards. Who did I follow?

"Where are Sal and Q going?" I asked.

"Off to find a cab... most likely," Joe squinted in their direction, "the other option id rather not say."

Him and Murr cracked up.

"Joe!" Murr yelled. "Just ignore him."

A large taxi pulled up in front of us, "are we getting in?" Murr asked.

"Yeah, just get in a random car why don't you?" Joe punched him in the arm, "get kidnapped why don't you?"

"I'm sorry," he clutched his arm, laughing.

Sal and Q bounded back over to us, pointing at the cab.

"I think they're telling us to get in," I said.

"Oh," Joe said, defeated. We squashed into the car. Me and Joe on the back two seats, Murr and Q in the middle of the car, and Sal next to the driver.

"To the Arena Hotel, please," Sal directed.

The car journey took around 10 minutes, with the boys cracking up jokes about their tour last week and how Murr gets travel sick every week.

"Every week he's on the verge of tears," Sal complained, "he just moans until we're on stage."

"Right," the driver said. We were here.

It was one of the tallest buildings where I lived. Nearly 20 floors high and covered with glass.

"It's incredible." I said.

Sal fiddled with his wallet, "yeah, it's one of the best."

We entered into the lobby, with a large chandelier facing the reception desk, a piano in one corner and an elevator in front of us.

"Woah," Murr gawked.

"Hi, we made a reservation last week," Sal said, tapping his credit card on the desk.

"Sal handles the money," Q leaned close to me.

"Is that fair?"

"Yeah, he has no choice."

"Oh, and we would like an extra room too," Sal said.

"The last room available is on level 18." The receptionist said.

Sal looked round at me, and then back, "but we're on level 12."

"I'm sorry, sir."

He sighed, "we'll take it."

Sal walked away with a cheated expression.

"Do you want some money for the room?" I asked, pulling out my purse.

"No, don't worry about it." He held his hands up.

We got in the elevator- without Sal. He said he'd walk 12 flights of stairs instead of get in the elevator.

"He's so weird," Joe said, "he hates elevators."

"No kidding," I said, "12 flights is a lot."

Outside the doors, the hallway was long and extravagant. There was pale wallpapers and small chandeliers in front of every door.

"Wow," we chorused.

"It's amazing, huh? Too bad we're leaving in 2 days."

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