| Humor Fiction posted October 30, 2024 |
It's not over until it's over, Girls!
The Morning After
by Begin Again
"Lose the attitude, Grace. It's our job."
"But Maddy, these places are always a mess."
"It couldn't possibly be that bad." Maddy leaned closer to her pal. "Probably cost more than our annual take."
"Ahh, the rich and famous. What a life!"
"Come on. Who knows what they left behind? Finders' keepers!"
"Maddy! You can't —"
"Oh, Gracie, I was just joking. Let's get this done."
As the door swung open, the unmistakable scent of stale champagne and whipped cream and sweat — lots of sweat — hit them. Were those feathers? Glimmering confetti clung to every surface like a wild celebration frozen in time. Various "souvenirs" lay scattered — high heels here, a bowtie there, and drunken bodies tangled together.
Grace clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh...my...goodness."
Maddy just chuckled. "Distinguished authors, huh? Guess they had quite the plot twist."
"What do we do?" Grace swallowed hard. "It makes that show "Girls Gone Wild" look tame."
Maddy let out a deep sigh. "We've got to go inside. It's past check-out time."
"I'm not going in there." Grace's voice trembled, "Did you see —"
"If you mean the mess —"
"You know perfectly well that I wasn't referring to their — untidiness."
"Grace, don't be going all British on me with your snobbish attitude. We've seen worse."
Grace's voice dropped to a scandalized whisper. "Maddy! Trust me, we have not! The chef would be in hysterics if he saw what they did with his buffet table after he spent hours preparing it."
Maddy chuckled, "For once, I doubt Chef would be looking at the buffet table."
She reached for the doorknob again, but Grace grabbed her hand. "We can't go in there!"
"Why not? It's our job, and it's time for them to go."
"But, Maddy, their unmentionables are hanging from the chandeliers. They might be — oh, gawd — do you think they're — naked?"
Maddy laughed. "Wouldn't surprise me. It appears these writer folks like to give full rein to their imaginations. You know — "Wild and Free." Remember that lady we let use the service elevator?"
"You mean Jane Babies? She was no lady." Grace laughed. "Honestly, I'd have given her the keys to the entire convention center to get rid of her."
Maddy snorted and then lowered her voice as she spoke. "Chef told me he saw her leaving, handcuffed to two strippers. He heard them talking about a three —"
"Oh, Maddy, don't say it!" Grace's hands flew to her cheeks as her face turned a brilliant red. "Oh, tell me it's not so."
"Get a hold of yourself. You have got to understand — not everyone's a prude like you." Maddy smirked. They came to have fun and —"
"I'm not a prude! I could tell you a story or two about Chef and me —" Looking smug, she added, "It would curl your hair."
"Really?" Maddy teased. "Do tell, Gracie."
"Oh, never mind. What happens behind closed doors stays behind closed doors!"
"For the most part, you are right." Maddy bent down and rummaged through the bottom shelf of her cart. A mischievous gleam sparkled in her eyes when she found it.
"What are you looking for?"
With a triumphant grin, Maddy straightened, holding two disposable cameras. "I bet even we could become bestselling authors with the "dirt" that's behind those doors."
Grace looked horrified. "Are you suggesting — no, we can't!"
"Sure, we can. Imagine the readership if we joined the FanStory community. We might even get invited to the convention next year." Maddy nudged her friend. "Think about it. International fame."
Grace squeezed her eyes shut as Maddy opened the door and gasped. "Oh heavens, you were right. We haven't seen anything like this."
"Let's go!" Grace pleaded.
"Not yet! Just point the camera lens in any direction and snap. We've got a bestseller here, Grace."
With her eyes closed, Grace pointed the camera randomly and snapped away. "I can't look."
"Open your eyes, Grace. Get the best angles!"
Grace's mouth opened in a long, horrified groan as she followed Maddy's lead. She fumbled with the camera, blindly snapping picture after picture.
A rustle from behind made Maddy freeze. "Quick, someone's coming! We've got to get out of here!"
Maddy yanked Grace toward the door, but she couldn't resist turning for one last shot.
And that's when a woman wearing what looked like one of the stripper's pants burst through the service entrance carried by three men. She triumphantly raised her arms. "Jane Babies's back!" she screeched. "Rachelle! Gretchen! Let's party!"
Grace and Maddy stared, mouths open in disbelief, before bursting into laughter as they dashed out of the room, cameras in hand.
"Lose the attitude, Grace. It's our job."
"But Maddy, these places are always a mess."
"It couldn't possibly be that bad." Maddy leaned closer to her pal. "Probably cost more than our annual take."
"Ahh, the rich and famous. What a life!"
"Come on. Who knows what they left behind? Finders' keepers!"
"Maddy! You can't —"
"Oh, Gracie, I was just joking. Let's get this done."
As the door swung open, the unmistakable scent of stale champagne and whipped cream and sweat — lots of sweat — hit them. Were those feathers? Glimmering confetti clung to every surface like a wild celebration frozen in time. Various "souvenirs" lay scattered — high heels here, a bowtie there, and drunken bodies tangled together.
"But Maddy, these places are always a mess."
"It couldn't possibly be that bad." Maddy leaned closer to her pal. "Probably cost more than our annual take."
"Ahh, the rich and famous. What a life!"
"Come on. Who knows what they left behind? Finders' keepers!"
"Maddy! You can't —"
"Oh, Gracie, I was just joking. Let's get this done."
As the door swung open, the unmistakable scent of stale champagne and whipped cream and sweat — lots of sweat — hit them. Were those feathers? Glimmering confetti clung to every surface like a wild celebration frozen in time. Various "souvenirs" lay scattered — high heels here, a bowtie there, and drunken bodies tangled together.
Grace clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh...my...goodness."
Maddy just chuckled. "Distinguished authors, huh? Guess they had quite the plot twist."
"What do we do?" Grace swallowed hard. "It makes that show "Girls Gone Wild" look tame."
Maddy let out a deep sigh. "We've got to go inside. It's past check-out time."
"I'm not going in there." Grace's voice trembled, "Did you see —"
"If you mean the mess —"
"You know perfectly well that I wasn't referring to their — untidiness."
"Grace, don't be going all British on me with your snobbish attitude. We've seen worse."
Grace's voice dropped to a scandalized whisper. "Maddy! Trust me, we have not! The chef would be in hysterics if he saw what they did with his buffet table after he spent hours preparing it."
Maddy chuckled, "For once, I doubt Chef would be looking at the buffet table."
She reached for the doorknob again, but Grace grabbed her hand. "We can't go in there!"
"Why not? It's our job, and it's time for them to go."
"But, Maddy, their unmentionables are hanging from the chandeliers. They might be — oh, gawd — do you think they're — naked?"
Maddy laughed. "Wouldn't surprise me. It appears these writer folks like to give full rein to their imaginations. You know — "Wild and Free." Remember that lady we let use the service elevator?"
"You mean Jane Babies? She was no lady." Grace laughed. "Honestly, I'd have given her the keys to the entire convention center to get rid of her."
Maddy snorted and then lowered her voice as she spoke. "Chef told me he saw her leaving, handcuffed to two strippers. He heard them talking about a three —"
"Oh, Maddy, don't say it!" Grace's hands flew to her cheeks as her face turned a brilliant red. "Oh, tell me it's not so."
"Get a hold of yourself. You have got to understand — not everyone's a prude like you." Maddy smirked. They came to have fun and —"
"I'm not a prude! I could tell you a story or two about Chef and me —" Looking smug, she added, "It would curl your hair."
"Really?" Maddy teased. "Do tell, Gracie."
"Oh, never mind. What happens behind closed doors stays behind closed doors!"
"For the most part, you are right." Maddy bent down and rummaged through the bottom shelf of her cart. A mischievous gleam sparkled in her eyes when she found it.
"What are you looking for?"
With a triumphant grin, Maddy straightened, holding two disposable cameras. "I bet even we could become bestselling authors with the "dirt" that's behind those doors."
Grace looked horrified. "Are you suggesting — no, we can't!"
"Sure, we can. Imagine the readership if we joined the FanStory community. We might even get invited to the convention next year." Maddy nudged her friend. "Think about it. International fame."
Grace squeezed her eyes shut as Maddy opened the door and gasped. "Oh heavens, you were right. We haven't seen anything like this."
"Let's go!" Grace pleaded.
"Not yet! Just point the camera lens in any direction and snap. We've got a bestseller here, Grace."
With her eyes closed, Grace pointed the camera randomly and snapped away. "I can't look."
"Open your eyes, Grace. Get the best angles!"
Grace's mouth opened in a long, horrified groan as she followed Maddy's lead. She fumbled with the camera, blindly snapping picture after picture.
A rustle from behind made Maddy freeze. "Quick, someone's coming! We've got to get out of here!"
Maddy yanked Grace toward the door, but she couldn't resist turning for one last shot.
And that's when a woman wearing what looked like one of the stripper's pants burst through the service entrance carried by three men. She triumphantly raised her arms. "Jane Babies's back!" she screeched. "Rachelle! Gretchen! Let's party!"
Grace and Maddy stared, mouths open in disbelief, before bursting into laughter as they dashed out of the room, cameras in hand.
Maddy let out a deep sigh. "We've got to go inside. It's past check-out time."
"I'm not going in there." Grace's voice trembled, "Did you see —"
"If you mean the mess —"
"You know perfectly well that I wasn't referring to their — untidiness."
"Grace, don't be going all British on me with your snobbish attitude. We've seen worse."
Grace's voice dropped to a scandalized whisper. "Maddy! Trust me, we have not! The chef would be in hysterics if he saw what they did with his buffet table after he spent hours preparing it."
Maddy chuckled, "For once, I doubt Chef would be looking at the buffet table."
She reached for the doorknob again, but Grace grabbed her hand. "We can't go in there!"
"Why not? It's our job, and it's time for them to go."
"But, Maddy, their unmentionables are hanging from the chandeliers. They might be — oh, gawd — do you think they're — naked?"
Maddy laughed. "Wouldn't surprise me. It appears these writer folks like to give full rein to their imaginations. You know — "Wild and Free." Remember that lady we let use the service elevator?"
"You mean Jane Babies? She was no lady." Grace laughed. "Honestly, I'd have given her the keys to the entire convention center to get rid of her."
Maddy snorted and then lowered her voice as she spoke. "Chef told me he saw her leaving, handcuffed to two strippers. He heard them talking about a three —"
"Oh, Maddy, don't say it!" Grace's hands flew to her cheeks as her face turned a brilliant red. "Oh, tell me it's not so."
"Get a hold of yourself. You have got to understand — not everyone's a prude like you." Maddy smirked. They came to have fun and —"
"I'm not a prude! I could tell you a story or two about Chef and me —" Looking smug, she added, "It would curl your hair."
"Really?" Maddy teased. "Do tell, Gracie."
"Oh, never mind. What happens behind closed doors stays behind closed doors!"
"For the most part, you are right." Maddy bent down and rummaged through the bottom shelf of her cart. A mischievous gleam sparkled in her eyes when she found it.
"What are you looking for?"
With a triumphant grin, Maddy straightened, holding two disposable cameras. "I bet even we could become bestselling authors with the "dirt" that's behind those doors."
Grace looked horrified. "Are you suggesting — no, we can't!"
"Sure, we can. Imagine the readership if we joined the FanStory community. We might even get invited to the convention next year." Maddy nudged her friend. "Think about it. International fame."
Grace squeezed her eyes shut as Maddy opened the door and gasped. "Oh heavens, you were right. We haven't seen anything like this."
"Let's go!" Grace pleaded.
"Not yet! Just point the camera lens in any direction and snap. We've got a bestseller here, Grace."
With her eyes closed, Grace pointed the camera randomly and snapped away. "I can't look."
"Open your eyes, Grace. Get the best angles!"
Grace's mouth opened in a long, horrified groan as she followed Maddy's lead. She fumbled with the camera, blindly snapping picture after picture.
A rustle from behind made Maddy freeze. "Quick, someone's coming! We've got to get out of here!"
Maddy yanked Grace toward the door, but she couldn't resist turning for one last shot.
And that's when a woman wearing what looked like one of the stripper's pants burst through the service entrance carried by three men. She triumphantly raised her arms. "Jane Babies's back!" she screeched. "Rachelle! Gretchen! Let's party!"
Grace and Maddy stared, mouths open in disbelief, before bursting into laughter as they dashed out of the room, cameras in hand.
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