Room Service

"You hungry?" I suddenly spoke up brightly, crossing back to the glass doors. "Because that coffee and sugar is not doing me any favors."

"Room Service Menu is right by the phone, but I think they have an App," Carla shrugged. "I didn't bother installing it, it was faster to just call."

I stepped back into the room and found the small laminated sheet which Carla had mentioned. A glance at the prices suddenly cleared up most of my hunger. I also noted that the vast majority of the items on offer seemed rather... oriented towards my folk's age.

"Uhm, is there a market or something around here?" I suggested. "Because really all I want right now is a cheeseburger. And nine Bucks for Oatmeal seems a little ****."

"It's on me, Brent," Carla followed me back into the room. She plucked the menu from my fingers with a grin and scanned it. "I think they've got a club sandwich or something else that doesn't involve too much smarm with it."

"Please be a red meat club sandwich..." I crossed my fingers.

"Mmmm... looks like you've got... OOoh, they DO have a twenty dollar burger, you're in luck. Hope you can deal with Brioche."

"I'll live," I pulled one of the chairs out and sat heavily in it as Carla quickly made the order over the phone, sweetly asking them to charge it to the room as she finished.

"Their fries suck, so I got you a salad. Trust me on this one, Charlie nearly puked on em." Carla explained, hanging up the room phone with a flourish

"You just want to get out of doing any more talking about food today," I smirked.

"Are you kidding? I would LOVE to bitch about the menu. You have no idea how sick I get of these hoity toity asshats and their holier than thou diets. Ahem." Carla shook her head. "Seriously Brent, that menu is pretty standard for the events we work."

"Ahh, corporate feed," I nodded.

"Yep, bare minimum to make it look like you actually care, while continuing to do whatever you like. And I'm using the royal You there, not YOU, you..." Carla shook her head. "You know, people in general, executives in particular, and the ones who try to cruise the band in specific."

"Gotcha, so why do you still do it if you hate it so much?" I asked.

"Because the college isn't much better, Brent," Carla sighed. "I can't play the music I want to play there, either. And we both get cruised just as hard, except the people are sneakier about it. So, having you to come home to... well, it helps us get through the day."

"You're doing the twin thing again," I pointed out.

"You have any idea how great it is to come home to NO pressure?" Carla sighed, completely ignoring my statement and slipping her shoes off with her feet. She lay back on the bed, raising her arms over her head in a yawn which drew my attention to her gorgeous breasts. Knowing that I'd already been very intimate with her didn't help matters as she continued. "Nobody asking me to reconsider a grade, nobody telling me that I need to really promote myself if I want to succeed as a musician and they know this guy that they'll introduce me to, if I and my sister would just show some appreciation?"

"You need to vent, go ahead," I leaned back. "I'm just waiting on that smarmy burger."

"I could have saved a buck getting you the one without meat," Carla smirked.