Clean up and sneak out

You decide that because she let you crash here, you could at least help her tidy the place up. Then you'll leave.

You start doing some dishes, as quietly as possible. You put clean plates and other things away. Objects back into shelves and cookware back in to the cabinets. Then you wipe up stains on the table and countertop. She seems to sleep through all of this. You feel a bit tired afterwards, but you look at the clean kitchen and feel satisfied. Something in this house is finally in order.

You go and check that you have all of your things, making the bed last. You look in the mirror. You look like garbage. Your hair is a mess, and your suit has sweat-stains on it. You also see little chunks of vomit on your pantlegs. You wonder if it's yours or someone else's. But you look at your phone and see that there's no time left.

You hurry to the bus station, coming on the crowded bus with crusty hair, vomit flecks on your clothes, and reeking of furious sex. No one makes eye contact with you and you get to sit by yourself. You finish the green sports drink and watch the snowy city until you reach your destination. You're excited, and you think of how you're going to fuck Natalya and Stella. You won. But you can't help but think about Claire. Is she still sleeping? What will she think when she sees her clean kitchen? You can't help but feel jealous of Dinesh, Phil and Jackie. The bus stops, announcing your stop. The others on the bus cheer and clap as you leave. That's when you see it.

The hotel towers above you, It's so fancy that it has a doorman. As you walk on the carpet, the doorman tries to shoo you away.

"We 'aven't got any change for you sah."

Wow, they're so fancy they even imported British people. You try to ignore him but he raises his gloved hand.

"Step back sah or oi'll 'ave **** but ta box yer ears."

You sigh. Then you smile. "Very well then." You pull out a quarter from your jacket pocket. Killer Queen touches it.

"How about a tip?" You flip the coin into the air and the doorman catches it.

"Thank you sah. I 'ad to sell meself into indentured servitude in ordah to sahvive."

"Keep the change you filthy animal" you say. Killer Queen detonates the quarter, completely incinerating the man. You walk into the hotel.

The people within the hotel look at you. You approach the receptionist. He looks at you. You look at him. You're not exactly sure what to say.

"Are you from the Anime club?" There is a tone of polite disgust in his voice.

"Yeah, and you might want to hire a new doorman." you say.

He scoffs. "I was hoping he would catch hypothermia. He's been harassing people ever since he got here."

The doorman hands you a set of keys. "You're in the honeymoon suite. It's on the 100th floor."

"Thanks." You pause. "I feel like I can trust you, and I'm wondering if I can get your advice."

"I would suggest a shower." He sniffs the air, and waves his hands. "A cold one. As well as a change of clothes."

"That's fair, but let me ask you something. You have the opportunity to have sex with two women at the same time. Or you can go to your crush, and try to stop her from getting gangbanged. What would you do?"

He takes a moment to think.

"Are you dating your crush?"

"No,"

"Did you confess your feelings?"

"Yes."

"Did she say she was interested in you?"

"She said she wants to be friends, and doesn't want a relationship."

"Then you have to move on. Your crush does not belong to you, no one does. If you can't respect her wishes, then you're not fit to be her lover, or her friend."

You frown. You kind of expected him to say to go to her, that love conquers all. Instead, he has given you a reasonable response.

"It's normal to feel bad about it. People have their hearts broken every day. Someday you might do the same. Fundamentally, it is a gift and a reminder of our own ability to care for others, without them offering us the same in return."

He walks to the other side of the desk, patting you on the back. He sprays you with cologne. "And most heartbroken fools don't get the experience you're about to have. Pick yourself up and enjoy yourself."

He pushes you towards the elevator, waving you off. He sprays cologne everywhere, plugging his nose and gagging. You wave goodbye. Maybe things are better than they seem.