Food issues

Going down on the elevator you can’t stand the silence and clear your throat: “So, why’d you really not dress up? What makes you so special?” Iris looks at you and clicks her tongue: “I did. I have a dress on…” You are getting a little tired of her muttering and walk opposite of her and smile: “Did she tell you to put on the christmas hat? You look kinda cute with that.” You tease her and she sticks her hand on her dress pocket and pulls out the fan and hides behind it: “Fuck o-off… I don’t like christmas colors…” She pulls the hat off – apparently having left it on my accident or something.

“Yeah, you are doing the whole goth thing, huh? Still doesn’t change that I think it looks cute on you.” She sighs and puts her fan away and puts the hat back on and looks at you with her deadpan face: “Fine. If you say so. I’ll go outside for a little while to smoke. You go ask about the food.” She crosses her arms and you reach the first floor. Walking past the reception you ask: “About what again?” Iris doesn’t seem to hear you as she walks outside and lights a cigarette. You groan and turn to the guy behind the reception desk.

“Oh, hey Mari. Damn. Nice costume.” The guy says a little nervously and you realize you didn’t bring your jacket. “Yeah, you know. Been getting some action the last two hours in this. But now…” You peek back and see Iris still outside blowing smoke. “Well, we are having some issue with food upstairs. They sent us to get it. I have no idea honestly.” The guy gets on the phone and calls the restaurant you assume and you lean on the counter. The guy is quite tall, black short hair and a little beard with some glasses. Looks nothing like the people you usually hang around with – but he’s still quite handsome.

“Oh damn. Yeah… you guys had some… special service with the food. And they didn’t show up. I’ll take you guys there. Is she… coming?” You shrug and wait a little longer for Iris to come back. “So. What have you really heard about me? Anything nice?” You ask the guy and he thinks for a second and smirks: “Shit, hard to really pick one thing. Well, I talk with Mickey Linnson sometimes. Gee, girl.” You remember Mickey. He started off acting so boyishly but in the bedroom he put his little butt up and begged to be fucked ‘till sunrise. “Haha! Only good stuff from him I bet. He ever complain about any pains?” You smirk and the guy leans on the counter as well: “He really did. Said he can’t ever sit right again. The people you… just did… they ok?” He smiles and you laugh.

“Hmm… they are fine I think. Just pussy fucking. No boys up there.” You raise your eyebrow and the guy gets a blush: “Oh… yeah, right… I’m uhh… kinda working still. If that’s what you mean.” He backs off and looks up to see Iris walking back. You give him a look and he smiles back - there’s a small chance.