Post by disdonn on Feb 25, 2010 20:56:04 GMT -6
Knock Knock.
Woman’s Voice: Housekeeping.
Knock Knock.
Julietta rolls out of bed in the darkened room, it’s early morning, and she looks like the 2nd day after making some mistakes is coming back to haunt her. She crawls closer to the door.
Knock Knock.
Woman’s Voice (Louder): Housekeeping.
“For the love of God and all that is holy and unholy. Keep it down, there are people recovering from a three-day hangover in here.”
Woman’s Voice: I have to come in and clean, are you dressed.
Julietta looks to double check.
“If a bra and panties covered partially in sweat and vomit counts, yeah.”
We hear a sigh as the woman enters the room, turns on the lights and gasps at the general disarray of the place. Julietta cringes and cowers in the corner, almost like a c*ckroach trying to avoid the light.
“My god, it burns! I can’t see, everything’s still spinning. Someone get me a vodka and water to get buzzed enough where I’m not sick anymore.”
Woman Housekeeper: Good lord, this place is terrible. I’m going to have to ask you to leave for about an hour while I clean this room up. And I’m sure I’ll tell my superiors to charge you extra when you leave.
The woman is going through the room and finding that there are condoms and various “bodily fluids” and various forms of lubricants on all the sheets, the floors, and the walls. It’s obvious whoever Julietta took home, got quite a show.
“Well at least you haven’t seen the bathroom yet…”
Almost as if on cue, the housekeeper enters the bathroom and screams. Julietta screams as well but for a different reason.
“Come on, it’s not like you’ve never seen that before.”
We catch a glimpse of the bathroom to see that it’s very similar to the main bedroom area, just…with more condoms.
“Yeah, apparently I’m quite the whore when I’m drunk…could you please keep it down, I mean, I’m still on day two of a three day hangover here.”
Housekeeper: I will need you to leave, you’ll get charged for the extra cleaning and you can use this room tonight, but it won’t be done till like…five or six tonight. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to get dressed and leave.
Julietta quickly finds the nearest pair of sunglasses, a shirt and jeans that are clean, spritzing some perfume on to cover up the lingering smell of B.O. and vomit. She pops a breath mint and stumbles out the door.
“Gargleflargins…”
Whatever Julietta just said flows out of her mouth like the sputtering of a hung-over woman. She grabs her mouth and uses the wall for leverage, fighting the urge to vomit obviously. She goes to the stairs, figuring it’d be less harmful than the elevator.
“Damn stupid bitches must have bitched at me by now. I bet it was that loud-mouth “Queen of the Nile”. As if she’s a thousand or two years old, if she is, I’m not hungover.”
Julietta then stumbles and begins to fall down the stairs, only to be caught by a mystery man.
“Why hello, handsome, thanks for catching me, uh…who are you?”
The shadowy figure puts her back on the ground, and it’s none other than her lawyer-person Disdonn.
Disdonn: I heard you might need some uh…”help” with this hotel after what debauchery took place when you let your lack of inhibitions get the best of you. I think we may need to schedule counseling.
“I’m not going to get counseling for my habits.”
Disdonn: No, Julietta, I mean for the housekeeper. That much semen might haunt her for life.
Julietta smiles, and adjusts her only clean shirt. She looks at her lawyer, in his suit and tie, though it looks like he’s more of a goth than her. Black hair with streaks of red, he looks almost like he’s come straight out of a textbook for “Industrial Metal Artists”.
“So, handsome, were you going to get me some coffee or vodka for this hangover?”
Disdonn: Let’s start by getting you a shower and find a place to wash the remainder of your clothes, shall we?
“Good, and while we do that I can find a copy of the promos of my little “friends”. I wouldn’t want to go and yell at them without being informed, right?”
Disdonn: I guess. Seriously, I should reconsider helping you some days.
“You never steered ol’ Darky and his suicidal friend wrong.”
Disdonn: And if not for them being worse, I’d have stopped helping you long ago.
Julietta hugs and kisses Disdonn on the cheeks, before leaning over the railing and vomiting down the flight of stairs. We fade to black.
Coming back later, Julietta appears to have sobered up just a little, but looks akin to Lady Gaga with frizzed-out hair and sunglasses. Disdonn has gone to handle the details of the damaged room, while she is sitting in the lounge sipping out of a glass of what appears to be water, but could very well be vodka to take the edge off the hangover.
“So, the only bitch to say a damn thing is the crazy one Cleo…the one who went to see some embalming ritual instead of actually showing her old-ass face. Only old because she’s like 2000 something. Nice to not be the only senior-citizen among the young bucks, but I don’t need to be THAT old to get seniority. If you’re an old soul, you’re weaker than you say; I mean…2000 sounds like someone an inch from suicide just so that they don’t get reincarnated again. If I were that old, I’d try not to do too much exertion emotionally, but you seem to enjoy that. Wow…what a counterproductive way to be. Then you say you need to throw us out of the way to win…wow, lets you know that you actually see Em and I as threats…but that’s only if she doesn’t start making out with me or something first.”
Julietta laughs, as only a half-drunk and half-hung-over woman could laugh. She coughs a little, and then grabs her mouth, trying to hold back what could very well be vomit.
“Damn this bottle-flu. If I wasn’t boning the ugly and toothless rednecks in some wild orgy/gangbang scenario the other night, I’d probably not have had to DRINK SO MUCH just to have lowered inhibitions to sleep with such ugly f**ks. Perhaps you other girls could learn a thing from me, as in how to unwind, to use liquor to your advantage. Though, never try to smoke after you’ve had a few too many shots of Bacardi 151, you are now flammable…and that hurts.”
Almost spoken like someone with experience on the matter, she cringes at the thought, lowering her shades a little to try to look seductively at the camera, but it’s hard to be seductive when you wince at the bright lights.
“Damn, so bright. Well, I don’t care if I win this week, anyway. It’s just some stupid “Roster ranking” match. I win, I get more points. I don’t, I get as many points as I got pinned. That’s the thing, Cleo; you forgot…it is ELIMINATION. It doesn’t matter who you throw out, they’ll be coming back…even if you beat Roxi, and the winner has to be last standing. And just like at the bar, that’s usually me. Even though I may be hurting the next few days after, I may survive this match and come out on top. But I guess you don’t pay much attention. Not like it matters, in the end, like my room; I’m the Stain that Never Comes Off. And though I didn’t win last week, I helped be a stain on your nearly perfect record. This week, I’m going to be a stain on everyone in the match. Win or lose, I’ll make an impact, and you’ll all lose the tips of your noses and locks of your hair to me. Me and my little switchblade. So come, come with your sadistic intentions, talk all you want because you have a date with the Masochist’s Dream. Better get used to pain, you’re gonna get it. And I…will…”
Julietta retches and finds herself vomiting in the first trashcan she can find, before finishing her thought. She comes up, wiping a little remainder from her mouth smiling as she knows she’s earned this, and she’s going to earn every bit of pain and hardship in the match coming. We fade to black on her cold green eyes glaring with insanity.
Woman’s Voice: Housekeeping.
Knock Knock.
Julietta rolls out of bed in the darkened room, it’s early morning, and she looks like the 2nd day after making some mistakes is coming back to haunt her. She crawls closer to the door.
Knock Knock.
Woman’s Voice (Louder): Housekeeping.
“For the love of God and all that is holy and unholy. Keep it down, there are people recovering from a three-day hangover in here.”
Woman’s Voice: I have to come in and clean, are you dressed.
Julietta looks to double check.
“If a bra and panties covered partially in sweat and vomit counts, yeah.”
We hear a sigh as the woman enters the room, turns on the lights and gasps at the general disarray of the place. Julietta cringes and cowers in the corner, almost like a c*ckroach trying to avoid the light.
“My god, it burns! I can’t see, everything’s still spinning. Someone get me a vodka and water to get buzzed enough where I’m not sick anymore.”
Woman Housekeeper: Good lord, this place is terrible. I’m going to have to ask you to leave for about an hour while I clean this room up. And I’m sure I’ll tell my superiors to charge you extra when you leave.
The woman is going through the room and finding that there are condoms and various “bodily fluids” and various forms of lubricants on all the sheets, the floors, and the walls. It’s obvious whoever Julietta took home, got quite a show.
“Well at least you haven’t seen the bathroom yet…”
Almost as if on cue, the housekeeper enters the bathroom and screams. Julietta screams as well but for a different reason.
“Come on, it’s not like you’ve never seen that before.”
We catch a glimpse of the bathroom to see that it’s very similar to the main bedroom area, just…with more condoms.
“Yeah, apparently I’m quite the whore when I’m drunk…could you please keep it down, I mean, I’m still on day two of a three day hangover here.”
Housekeeper: I will need you to leave, you’ll get charged for the extra cleaning and you can use this room tonight, but it won’t be done till like…five or six tonight. I’m sorry, but you’ll have to get dressed and leave.
Julietta quickly finds the nearest pair of sunglasses, a shirt and jeans that are clean, spritzing some perfume on to cover up the lingering smell of B.O. and vomit. She pops a breath mint and stumbles out the door.
“Gargleflargins…”
Whatever Julietta just said flows out of her mouth like the sputtering of a hung-over woman. She grabs her mouth and uses the wall for leverage, fighting the urge to vomit obviously. She goes to the stairs, figuring it’d be less harmful than the elevator.
“Damn stupid bitches must have bitched at me by now. I bet it was that loud-mouth “Queen of the Nile”. As if she’s a thousand or two years old, if she is, I’m not hungover.”
Julietta then stumbles and begins to fall down the stairs, only to be caught by a mystery man.
“Why hello, handsome, thanks for catching me, uh…who are you?”
The shadowy figure puts her back on the ground, and it’s none other than her lawyer-person Disdonn.
Disdonn: I heard you might need some uh…”help” with this hotel after what debauchery took place when you let your lack of inhibitions get the best of you. I think we may need to schedule counseling.
“I’m not going to get counseling for my habits.”
Disdonn: No, Julietta, I mean for the housekeeper. That much semen might haunt her for life.
Julietta smiles, and adjusts her only clean shirt. She looks at her lawyer, in his suit and tie, though it looks like he’s more of a goth than her. Black hair with streaks of red, he looks almost like he’s come straight out of a textbook for “Industrial Metal Artists”.
“So, handsome, were you going to get me some coffee or vodka for this hangover?”
Disdonn: Let’s start by getting you a shower and find a place to wash the remainder of your clothes, shall we?
“Good, and while we do that I can find a copy of the promos of my little “friends”. I wouldn’t want to go and yell at them without being informed, right?”
Disdonn: I guess. Seriously, I should reconsider helping you some days.
“You never steered ol’ Darky and his suicidal friend wrong.”
Disdonn: And if not for them being worse, I’d have stopped helping you long ago.
Julietta hugs and kisses Disdonn on the cheeks, before leaning over the railing and vomiting down the flight of stairs. We fade to black.
Coming back later, Julietta appears to have sobered up just a little, but looks akin to Lady Gaga with frizzed-out hair and sunglasses. Disdonn has gone to handle the details of the damaged room, while she is sitting in the lounge sipping out of a glass of what appears to be water, but could very well be vodka to take the edge off the hangover.
“So, the only bitch to say a damn thing is the crazy one Cleo…the one who went to see some embalming ritual instead of actually showing her old-ass face. Only old because she’s like 2000 something. Nice to not be the only senior-citizen among the young bucks, but I don’t need to be THAT old to get seniority. If you’re an old soul, you’re weaker than you say; I mean…2000 sounds like someone an inch from suicide just so that they don’t get reincarnated again. If I were that old, I’d try not to do too much exertion emotionally, but you seem to enjoy that. Wow…what a counterproductive way to be. Then you say you need to throw us out of the way to win…wow, lets you know that you actually see Em and I as threats…but that’s only if she doesn’t start making out with me or something first.”
Julietta laughs, as only a half-drunk and half-hung-over woman could laugh. She coughs a little, and then grabs her mouth, trying to hold back what could very well be vomit.
“Damn this bottle-flu. If I wasn’t boning the ugly and toothless rednecks in some wild orgy/gangbang scenario the other night, I’d probably not have had to DRINK SO MUCH just to have lowered inhibitions to sleep with such ugly f**ks. Perhaps you other girls could learn a thing from me, as in how to unwind, to use liquor to your advantage. Though, never try to smoke after you’ve had a few too many shots of Bacardi 151, you are now flammable…and that hurts.”
Almost spoken like someone with experience on the matter, she cringes at the thought, lowering her shades a little to try to look seductively at the camera, but it’s hard to be seductive when you wince at the bright lights.
“Damn, so bright. Well, I don’t care if I win this week, anyway. It’s just some stupid “Roster ranking” match. I win, I get more points. I don’t, I get as many points as I got pinned. That’s the thing, Cleo; you forgot…it is ELIMINATION. It doesn’t matter who you throw out, they’ll be coming back…even if you beat Roxi, and the winner has to be last standing. And just like at the bar, that’s usually me. Even though I may be hurting the next few days after, I may survive this match and come out on top. But I guess you don’t pay much attention. Not like it matters, in the end, like my room; I’m the Stain that Never Comes Off. And though I didn’t win last week, I helped be a stain on your nearly perfect record. This week, I’m going to be a stain on everyone in the match. Win or lose, I’ll make an impact, and you’ll all lose the tips of your noses and locks of your hair to me. Me and my little switchblade. So come, come with your sadistic intentions, talk all you want because you have a date with the Masochist’s Dream. Better get used to pain, you’re gonna get it. And I…will…”
Julietta retches and finds herself vomiting in the first trashcan she can find, before finishing her thought. She comes up, wiping a little remainder from her mouth smiling as she knows she’s earned this, and she’s going to earn every bit of pain and hardship in the match coming. We fade to black on her cold green eyes glaring with insanity.