The September Outcome

Chapter 15: Maladroit

 Audrey awoke, the booze wrecking her woozy head with carnage and drunken havoc. Her awakening was sturdy and unpleasant as she made various moaning noises. Her heavy consumption of liquor at the party in the Whytewinne Hotel had been a not very intellectual idea. She groaned again and stared at the colourless room and stared at her husband pulling on a pair of trousers, tie straggled round his neck. His face was blanched and his eyes were like beady slits. His hair was tousled and messy. He noticed she was up. 

 ''You look rough,'' she pointed out his appearance. 

 He gave her a smirk and continued with his task. ''You look pretty trashed yourself,'' he replied. 

 Audrey gave out a lashing response, placing her hands on her hair. It was scruffy and out of place and ugly looking. There was plenty of time to fix that later and flopped back on the bed. ''Is is really Monday?'' she asked. 

 ''Most unfortunately'', he sighed, straightening out his tie. She smiled; he looked so handsome and amazing when he put on his work clothes. It was attractive. 

 ''Why do people have to go to wooork?''. 

 ''To make money.''

 ''We have lots of money.''

 ''To investigate our bosses,'' he explained. No doubt another day of licking Sloan's wrinkled ass and investigating. 

 ''Because that's normal behaviour,'' Audrey noted. He didn't reply and proceeded to putting his vile brown shoes on. ''I love you,’’ he said with a gleam. 

 ''I know.'' Audrey gave a big grin and pulled the blankets up to her neck. ''Why do you have to leave?'’

 ''Weren't we just over this?'' Dwight asked. 

 ''Yes.'' 

 ''Why are we doing this then?''

 ''I don't know,'' Audrey admitted. 

 ''Is this a distraction?'' 

 ''Possibly.'' The urge to tell him to stay was overwhelming but she understood that he had work to do. And so did she. 

 ''Are you going to get up to anything today?'' Dwight inquired. 

 ''Maybe,'' Audrey replied. ''Just some looking around. I thought I might ask some questions, to some of the towns people. In case they know anything.''  

 Dwight gave a laugh trying not to look her in the eye.  

 ''What is so hilarious?'' 

  ''No, no nothing.

 ''Seriously,'' she said, frowning. ''What is it?''

 ''You're still playing Sherlock Holmes? Now that you know about everything why don't you let Donny and I do the snooping officially? Why keep going about asking questions like a bothersome busy body?''

 She ignored this and retorted, ''If you're still entertaining the idea that I can't do anything by myself I believe you'd better think again.''

 Dwight smirked. ''I had better get to work. Have fun.'' He strode over to her in the bed and gave her a light kiss on the lips. Audrey tightly gripped his head and they were making out. Enjoying this, Dwight was just about ready to throw himself on the bed but realized the prospect of the day at hand. He freed himself. 

 He was breathing heavily. ''Got to go. Talk to you later.'' He turned and departed the room swiftly, briefcase in hand. She heard his expensive shoes clatter down the winding staircase. Audrey harrumphed lazily. If not even that could tear him from his job then she could think of little else that would.