Muddle on! (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 12

     Marie Belle

     Fourteen hours 

     eight minutes 

     and... 

     thirty four seconds later... 

     I was laying on the bed in a very very very very small room, sandwiched between Taylor, whose real name I learned was Zachary Taylor Leonelly, and Ted. And yes, we were still in Mexico waiting for somebody from Zach's "employers" to come and get us.

     If you're wondering where exactly we currently were? We were in Punta de Mita - a cute Mexico's shore-town. If to be more precise, we currently were in the backroom of a small bistro somewhere on the outskirts of town. And to get these two stars and a half accommodations, some food and a chance to make a phone call, I had to give up my earrings. My golden with a splash of tiny diamonds earrings that I got for Christmas two years ago. I won't even start explaining how in the world I've ended up laying in between the guys. It was obvious that the situation called for desperate measures. Even if it meant for me to lie still between two bulky guys that called out of me two absolutely different emotions.

     Naturally, Zach made me want to hit him with something like a baseball bat. Choke him with my own bare hands or perhaps even exercise on him my none-existing fighting skills that I sure as hell wanted to get, using him as a dummy. As for Ted, I only wanted to give him a hug...and maybe take a little sniff of him. His cologne long ago evaporated from his skin, but left a faint shade of sweetness that was mixed into his natural masculine scent. In some ways his scent felt comforting. Next to him, I definitely wasn't terrified of where our night adventures brought us. I felt rather annoyed that things were going the wrong way. Plus, a lack of hot shower and a very persistent hangover contributed eagerly into my annoyance. Moreover, I couldn't remember anything that followed after we entered the nightclub back in Las Vegas.

     Pahlease! The entire weekend starting from my arrival back home had been a total disaster.

     I turned onto my side facing Ted, and felt a small twist of pain in my stomach. Curse you Mexican food! This was the last drop of my patience. It really was. Let me tell you why...

     After searching for the entire day a single place where would be able to take a break for free, I was so happy to put that bean dish in me that didn't even think that it would turn into such horrific events.

    Toilet fights!

     I wasn't the only one with stomach cramps. All three of us ate the same food. Even Mr. grumpy pants Zach gobbled up two portions. He everything but licked the plate he was eating from. Ted was no better. He ate everything that the owner of the bistro Pedro placed onto his plate.

     It was aaaaa lot.

     The food was good, though. Tasty even. For the first thirty minutes after eating it, it felt like in heaven...until it became like in hell. And to have three people, including me, going into combat with each other for the use of the loo was truly a life changing experience. The only positive thing was that the toilet room was on the other side of the house.

     When three people have such severe symptoms you must believe that it's best if the toilet is farther away from the place where you sleep.

     It just is.

     I muted a groan and started carefully crawling out of the bed, but when I almost reached the door, the cramps in my stomach stopped and I sighed in relief.