I don’t usually hang out in bars, but given the events of the last few days (?weeks), I needed a drink.
Claude said he knew this great bar, not that far from that hideaway he had me do a reading in. I tried to relax and keep an open mind. Being middle class, there’s a lot I miss and don’t usually experience.
The Bar was nice. the smokers all stuck to one area- “The Lounge” they called it- reminded me a bit of a couple of upscale smoke shops I’ve seen. (I used to smoke cloves and I still have a Grim Reaper mock-Zippo that needs up keep) Any way it was nice.
“So whacha think?”
“This place is pretty cool.”
“Can I get you a drink?”
“Sure.”
“Any preferences?”
“Why don’t you pick?”
Claude seemed a bit surprised by that, but went to get drinks anyway. He came back a few minutes later with a beer for himself and some pretty elaborate looking mixed drink for me. It was tasty. I think I shocked Claude by how fast I finished it. I didn’t notice any alcohol in it at all. when Claude got himself a refill, he got me one too. The rest of the night is a blur after that.
Woke up (?) next morning, in a posh hotel room, on a king sized bed…OK it was more like a VIP suite than a normal room. It even had a personal hot tub. Claude was passed out in an adjoining room on another king sized bed. I had a soak in the hot tub. I figured the room was ours and I might as well use it.
I’m waiting for Claude to wake up, so I can ask him what happened (?) last night. He looks exhausted, and as long as no one’s beating down the door or anything, I figure he needs the rest.
Poor, poor Claude. I knew I should have killed him when I had the chance.
“Poor, poor Claude. I knew I should have killed him when I had the chance.”
And what exactly does that mean… other than the fact that my intuition was right in telling me not to leading him to you?
Living in Manhattan, I can get the two of you into the 21 Club. Plus one of the playrooms at the Soho House.
My experience with this sort of situation is this…
If you rolled over, and saw Claude sleeping in the buff, what happened the night before needs no explanation…Maybe a reinactment, but not an explanation.
Oh dear husband, what do you mean by your experience with this sort of situation?
by the by,how do I explain to your children about where you are? I sent Monty and Simon to Summer camp,but they will return.
To The Ghost of Congressman Nathan Petrelli,
“If you rolled over, and saw Claude sleeping in the buff, what happened the night before needs no explanation…Maybe a reinactment, but not an explanation.“
Nathan, That’s just it, I didn’t see that (I’d like to think I’d recall that, if I did)
What I do know is, I woke up on one King sized bed and Claude was on another one in an adjoining room. And no neither of us was naked. Beyond that and what I’ve written, I have no clue what happened after that second drink. When Claude wakes up I’ll ask him if he knows.