Cat And Mouse, chapter 5
"Melanie Hamilton." Pam said blatantly.
"Alright, and the gentleman?" The young receptionist smiled and adjusted her glasses.
"Harry Lime."
She nodded her head naively. "Okay then, Ms. Hamilton and Mr. Lime, your room is on the seventeenth floor, enjoy your stay at Hotel DiCoca."
"Harry Lime?" Pam rolled her eyes and caught up to Robert who had taken a head start to the elevator leaving Pam with the bags.
"It was on Turner Classic last week. Now come on, we've got the job tomorrow. Goddamn city jobs, always a bitch." He said the last part to himself, mostly.
Pam shrugged and got into the elevator. She didn't want to look Robert in the eyes. He might see through her and figure it out. And she couldn't afford that.
* * * * * * *
The new apartment was cold. But all the furniture was there, Bunny had had it shipped in earlier so she wouldn't have to sleep on an air mattress the first night. After all, tomorrow afternoon she was going to pay a visit to the studio and she needed to look her finest.
She threw her bags down onto the floor and left the door slightly ajar so the bellhop could get in to drop off the rest of her stuff. Quickly, she scribbled a small note and left it on the table by the door.
Bell-boy, I am in the shower, so please do not go into the bathroom, despite all temptations. Leave the bags on the couch and leave your name so I can tip you later. You can just write your first unless it's Jim or something common like that, if so leave just your last. Thanks a bunch.
-Bunny Havishaw
P.S. You can keep the note if you wanted my autograph.
When Bunny came out of the shower, clad in a bathrobe, the bags were already on the couch. Her note, however, was still on the table and no name was written beside it.
"He's going to be regretting that," she thought to herself, then went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee and a bagel. The apartment across the alley was blasting loud music and people were shouting and jumping around. She went over to the window and opened it, gently poking out her head. A kid in the other apartment noticed her and leaned out his window.
"Hey there!" She smiled kindly. "Having a party, huh?"
The kid, who was quite clearly smashed, gave her a thumbs-up. "Hell yeah!"
"Ah, sweet bird of youth. I just wanted to see what you were up to."
"Nice! You wanna come over?" He wasn't even looking at her when she said this. It's a damn good thing he didn't or else a porcelain cat would've hit him square in the eye.
"YOUR MUSIC IS TOO DAMN LOUD AND I AM TRYING TO SLEEP!!!! I HAVE TO GO TO A NEW JOB TOMORROW AND YOUR PARTY IS NOT FUCKING HELPING!!!!" She searched the kitchen for more porcelain animals to throw, but by now the kid had closed the window. Not before retorting, though.
* * * * * *
"Stupid bitch!" Billie Joe came back from the window, rubbing his cheek. He plucked a stray whisker from the side of his head and went to put a beer on it. The beer, however, never reached that side of his face as he downed it before remembering why he had grabbed it in the first place.
The party had been going on since seven and it was now around one-thirty. Alice sat on one of the couches, inhaling the fumes from the marijuana looming around the room. A joint was passed to her from an unknown person next to her and she took a long hit. She coughed heavily then passed it on to the girl next to her, who promptly turned it down and leaned forward to snort a line of coke laid out on the coffee table. Alice felt strangely comfortable here, despite its crude setting and hazy eyed community.
"You wanna take a go at it?" the girl asked, rising from the table, her nostrils enflamed.
"Nah, not really a cocaine person."
"Ha! I wasn't either!" Her voice was raspy and she seemed to be half conscious.
"I'm gonna grab a beer."
Alice got up and walked over to the kitchen area. After six hours, she'd yet to find out whose apartment this was. And she had completely lost sight of John.
"Hey Alice! You look great!" Tom came from around the corner and swung Alice towards him. She had decided upon a short black skirt and blue tank and apparently it was met with approval.
"Oh, hey Tom! Thanks!" she had to shout above the music. Tom was a friend of John's who would stop by the diner occasionally. "Hey, have you seen John?"
"Why, you thinkin' about leaving?"
"No, no I just haven't seen him all night."
"Oh. Well, uh, I think he left with some girl." Tom scanned the room to make sure.
"Son of a bitch!" she shouted, clenching her fist, "Well great, now I don't have a ride home."
"You could... you could stay here."
"Oh! This is you're place?"
"Haha, yeah. Yeah it is."
"Well jeez, that's a relief. But really, you mean it?"
"Sure, as long as you don't mind the couch."
She giggled and playfully grabbed at his shirt. "I'm sure that's just what you had in mind." Before Tom could respond, she went back out into the living room just as everyone was leaving. A kid who couldn't have been older than fifteen was shuffling around the room, scooping up the extra cocaine into a bag.
"Alright everyone! Get the fuck out!" Tom shouted, but to no avail as everyone had already left. Alice took another swig of her beer and sat down on the couch.
"Alright, and the gentleman?" The young receptionist smiled and adjusted her glasses.
"Harry Lime."
She nodded her head naively. "Okay then, Ms. Hamilton and Mr. Lime, your room is on the seventeenth floor, enjoy your stay at Hotel DiCoca."
"Harry Lime?" Pam rolled her eyes and caught up to Robert who had taken a head start to the elevator leaving Pam with the bags.
"It was on Turner Classic last week. Now come on, we've got the job tomorrow. Goddamn city jobs, always a bitch." He said the last part to himself, mostly.
Pam shrugged and got into the elevator. She didn't want to look Robert in the eyes. He might see through her and figure it out. And she couldn't afford that.
* * * * * * *
The new apartment was cold. But all the furniture was there, Bunny had had it shipped in earlier so she wouldn't have to sleep on an air mattress the first night. After all, tomorrow afternoon she was going to pay a visit to the studio and she needed to look her finest.
She threw her bags down onto the floor and left the door slightly ajar so the bellhop could get in to drop off the rest of her stuff. Quickly, she scribbled a small note and left it on the table by the door.
Bell-boy, I am in the shower, so please do not go into the bathroom, despite all temptations. Leave the bags on the couch and leave your name so I can tip you later. You can just write your first unless it's Jim or something common like that, if so leave just your last. Thanks a bunch.
-Bunny Havishaw
P.S. You can keep the note if you wanted my autograph.
When Bunny came out of the shower, clad in a bathrobe, the bags were already on the couch. Her note, however, was still on the table and no name was written beside it.
"He's going to be regretting that," she thought to herself, then went to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee and a bagel. The apartment across the alley was blasting loud music and people were shouting and jumping around. She went over to the window and opened it, gently poking out her head. A kid in the other apartment noticed her and leaned out his window.
"Hey there!" She smiled kindly. "Having a party, huh?"
The kid, who was quite clearly smashed, gave her a thumbs-up. "Hell yeah!"
"Ah, sweet bird of youth. I just wanted to see what you were up to."
"Nice! You wanna come over?" He wasn't even looking at her when she said this. It's a damn good thing he didn't or else a porcelain cat would've hit him square in the eye.
"YOUR MUSIC IS TOO DAMN LOUD AND I AM TRYING TO SLEEP!!!! I HAVE TO GO TO A NEW JOB TOMORROW AND YOUR PARTY IS NOT FUCKING HELPING!!!!" She searched the kitchen for more porcelain animals to throw, but by now the kid had closed the window. Not before retorting, though.
* * * * * *
"Stupid bitch!" Billie Joe came back from the window, rubbing his cheek. He plucked a stray whisker from the side of his head and went to put a beer on it. The beer, however, never reached that side of his face as he downed it before remembering why he had grabbed it in the first place.
The party had been going on since seven and it was now around one-thirty. Alice sat on one of the couches, inhaling the fumes from the marijuana looming around the room. A joint was passed to her from an unknown person next to her and she took a long hit. She coughed heavily then passed it on to the girl next to her, who promptly turned it down and leaned forward to snort a line of coke laid out on the coffee table. Alice felt strangely comfortable here, despite its crude setting and hazy eyed community.
"You wanna take a go at it?" the girl asked, rising from the table, her nostrils enflamed.
"Nah, not really a cocaine person."
"Ha! I wasn't either!" Her voice was raspy and she seemed to be half conscious.
"I'm gonna grab a beer."
Alice got up and walked over to the kitchen area. After six hours, she'd yet to find out whose apartment this was. And she had completely lost sight of John.
"Hey Alice! You look great!" Tom came from around the corner and swung Alice towards him. She had decided upon a short black skirt and blue tank and apparently it was met with approval.
"Oh, hey Tom! Thanks!" she had to shout above the music. Tom was a friend of John's who would stop by the diner occasionally. "Hey, have you seen John?"
"Why, you thinkin' about leaving?"
"No, no I just haven't seen him all night."
"Oh. Well, uh, I think he left with some girl." Tom scanned the room to make sure.
"Son of a bitch!" she shouted, clenching her fist, "Well great, now I don't have a ride home."
"You could... you could stay here."
"Oh! This is you're place?"
"Haha, yeah. Yeah it is."
"Well jeez, that's a relief. But really, you mean it?"
"Sure, as long as you don't mind the couch."
She giggled and playfully grabbed at his shirt. "I'm sure that's just what you had in mind." Before Tom could respond, she went back out into the living room just as everyone was leaving. A kid who couldn't have been older than fifteen was shuffling around the room, scooping up the extra cocaine into a bag.
"Alright everyone! Get the fuck out!" Tom shouted, but to no avail as everyone had already left. Alice took another swig of her beer and sat down on the couch.
