[For all that it was more expensive, Airplane had no reservations reserving it. He had a limitless credit card burning a hole in his wallet and he was going to use it to its fullest while he could. Which meant he had an entire room that was something a mafia boss in a movie might rent out all to himself and tonight he was going to get shitfaced doing karaoke.
When the attendant opened the door he was in the middle of belting out a song that had been going around the radio recently but was entirely new to him. His English had a thick accent to it but he was enthusiastically shaking his ass and spinning to the beat of 'numb numb numb numb'.
He spotted Tim on one of the spins and lit up. Dressed in a light t-shirt and jeans, with his hair up in a bun, he didn't look that different than most guys in their mid-20s. He waved and made an exaggerated 'come here' gesture.]
I need more of whatever the fuck this shit is. At least five more and make them jumbo. I want to feel it in the morning.
[He pointed to three glasses that all looked like the remainders of the apple cider manhattan]
And help me pick a song! I don't know the western artists very well!
Private Room
When the attendant opened the door he was in the middle of belting out a song that had been going around the radio recently but was entirely new to him. His English had a thick accent to it but he was enthusiastically shaking his ass and spinning to the beat of 'numb numb numb numb'.
He spotted Tim on one of the spins and lit up. Dressed in a light t-shirt and jeans, with his hair up in a bun, he didn't look that different than most guys in their mid-20s. He waved and made an exaggerated 'come here' gesture.]
I need more of whatever the fuck this shit is. At least five more and make them jumbo. I want to feel it in the morning.
[He pointed to three glasses that all looked like the remainders of the apple cider manhattan]
And help me pick a song! I don't know the western artists very well!