laughing in british

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"Bye mom", I whisper before going downstairs.

It's getting late and my mom already went to bed. Before she fell asleep, I told her I was going to hang out a bit in the lobby.  I'm not tired yet, I slept all day at the beach. The lobby looks empty. There's only a family with 2 kids here. Why aren't those kids sleeping yet? It's already 23:25h. Well I'm not the one raising those kids, so it's none of my business.

I go outside and start walking to another hotel, hoping the ambience would be better. I can already hear the music playing from outside. I stop and look up to get a better view of the building. It's a 5 star hotel. These high class people have a much better view of the beach than my mom and I have at our 3 star hotel. Why would someone pay extra money for something as silly as a view? I never understood that.

I walk inside and I see people actually having fun. There's people eating on one side, people sitting at the bar on the other side and people dancing in the middle. They have a lobby that serves food, wich is nice since I'm hungry. My hotel only serves stale nachos. I'll get some food later.
First, I go sit at the bar and ask for a sangria.
I should've looked at the price before ordering it. €24,50 for a freaking cocktail. I wasn't doing a good job concealing my thoughts 'cause some British bloke sitting next to me suddenly said: "I know right, they're expensive but they're worth it."

"It'd better be me made out of angel's blood, otherwise what' the point?" I reply

The curly guy looked confusedly at me. I take a bettter look of who I'm talking to and I feel like I've seen his face before. Just not sure where yet.

"Sangría means bleeding in Spanish. The drink probably has it's name from the red color" I explain.

"Ow haha. Unlike you, I'm not a cocktail expert." He chuckles.

"Well, you're not an expert in the 'tail' departement. Don't know about the rest though." I tease and he starts laughing.
I think I've figured out who this young man is. I'm just embarrassed to ask if it's actually him.

I hear something fall behind me and I turn around to pick it up. It was a wallet and I return it to the man that had dropped it. "Here sir, this fell." I say.

The man kindly thanks me and says something to curly boy. "Harry, we're heading to our room. Mum's knackered.  Don't stay up too late, okay?"

"Yeah, sure dad. Sleep well. Bye." Harry says as the man is leaving.

"Wait, Harry? As in Holland Harry?" I ask as the bartender hands me my drink.

"Ehm yes." He replies shyly.

"Your brother did great in Far From Home. I saw that you worked on that movie as well. What was that like?"

He smiles from the fact that I acknowledge his career and not only his brother's.

"It was lovely, you know. As you'd expect from a movie about the best superhero." He says.

"Sorry if I'm getting too excited over this. It's been a dream of mine to work in the film-industry." I gushed.

"It's okay. I believe we have the same passion. Who are your inspirations?"

I respond with "Alfred Hitchcock, obviously Quentin Tarantino and my favourite is Stanley Kubrick. I love how he manifested the concepts of Nietzsche and Freud."

"Interesting. I'm more a Martin Scorsesse or Christopher Nolan kinda guy. But you're right, Kubrick is really good."

"Yeah, the blood scene at the hotel in The Shining was so beautifully done by him. It's my all time favourite scene in film history. " And I take another sip of my sangria.

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I wake up to a door getting shut. I don't remember going back to my hotelroom. I hear someone tiptoeing. I shouldn't have drunk that many cocktails on an empty stomach. How couldn't I? Harry and I kept talking for hours and those cocktails were the best I've ever tasted.

I'm recollecting everything that happened yesterday and then it hits me.
I was too drunk to walk to my hotel all alone so Harry offered me his bed. My mom will freak out if she wakes up and finds out I never returned.
I open my eyes to see a beautiful hotelroom. The clock says it's still 06:36 wich means my mom is still sleeping. I stand up and turn around to see Harry going through his stuff.
He turns around and I'm shocked to see Tom Holland standing on the other side of the room.