A Piece of My Heart

8: THE CREW IN LONDON

Karen awoke to Big Ben chiming. She pondered what she was going to do today. She already went shopping, antiquing and getting  her fill of  fish-n-chips. Karen looked over at Rosalie and wondered what she was dreaming about. Must have been good, she was moaning and writhing and mumbling  in her sleep. She couldn't make  out what she was saying but she obviously was having a good time of it, her hand was in her panties. Time to get out of bed and shower Karen mused as she walked quietly into the bathroom not wanting to disturb Rosalie. She finished her ablutions and walked out wearing one of the Ritz's plush terry robes.

"Morning Karen" stretched Rosalie.

"What and who were you dreaming about?" Karen asked.

"Don't remember, but I feel great this morning. I wish Cyn was with us."

Karen nodded.

The phone rang and it was Ryan who excitedly said he made reservations for all to go to Heaven, the gay nightclub that everyone was talking about.

"Ew" Karen said.

"Not ew, Karen, it's going to be a hoot. WE ARE GOING!"

"Okay, Okay. Don't get your panties in a twist, we'll go." Wondering what to wear.

The four of them arrived at Heaven and found their names on the list and were let in. Scott and Ryan ushered them to the bar and ordered drinks.

The girls looked around and wondered what they were doing there watching men making out in dark corners and worse but after a few drinks the girls relaxed and started to really enjoy themselves. Karen was dancing with Ryan and Scott and Rosalie was getting quietly plastered at the bar when a mustachioed, leather clad man struck up a conversation.

"Hey, haven't seen you here before, having a good time?" mustachio asked.

"Well kinda, see those three dancing over there? Those are my friends and we are just letting loose before having to return to New York. I really don't want to go back now, but we have no choice. Haahaa, I like your moose -stache. How long did it take you to gaa row it? Rosalie giggled and slurred.

"What do you mean you have no choice?" mustachio again asked ignoring her drunken questions.

"Well, It's a secret, shush" Rosalie taps her nose. He handed Rosalie another drink and leaned in and whispered, "What secret?"

Rosalie was barely keeping her head off the bar but said, "Cynthia, our boss fell in love with a rock star but may be very ill so she flew back to the US rather than get further involved. She felt it wouldn't be fair to him."

"Who was it, come on, you can tell me" he whispered edging closer, "We're drinking buddies"

"Awrighty, I won't tell you his name but his initials are" and she looked from side to side and said, "FM".  I'll tell you my name though, it's Rosalie, what's yours."

"It's Paul, Paul Prenter" he said with a slight smug grin and walked away.

Rosalie was becoming more unsteady as Karen ran to her side. She was just about to fall off of the stool when she was picked up by a kind of funny looking blond guy with crazy hair.

"Hey pretty lassie, a bit snockered, are we?" he said as he held her in his arms.

"Would you please help me get her into a car, she really isn't from the drinkers." Karen asked.

"No one loves, no one loves me, I wanna another drinky-poo" Ro slurred.

"Forget about no one, I say you're gorgeous" and with that being said, Rosalie plants a wet one on Rod Stewart's lips.

The next morning the knock on their door opened to Scott and Ryan with newspapers, coffee and scones and grinning from ear to ear.

"You guys had a great time last night I see" holding out the newspapers.

"Wha?" Karen curiously asked.

"Well, three newspapers have you being carried in Rod Stewart's arms and you're draped all over him."

Rosalie groaned, "Shit, and I don't even remember it!"

Scott , Ryan and Karen giggled at Rosalie's annoyance.

"Okay, gimme a scone, I need it and I want those newspapers" she said with a twinkle in her eye.

They ate their breakfast, grabbed their bags and were on their way to Heathrow, worrying about Cyn.