The Bad Boy, The Sat Nav and Me

Chapter 16 - Dancing Dipsticks and Dangerous Dogs

Chapter 16 – Dancing Dipsticks and Dangerous Dogs

                Although we put all of our money together, we were having problems paying for different rooms, with different all inclusive food. So, as a result, we were all stuck in the same room with a very gassy Alfie.

                “I said sorry,” he chimed when we cleared the space around him. I shot back onto Hunter’s lap as Kenzi, Seb and Dylan retreated to the other bed. Lee just shoved his brother, making him fall over on the thin rug.

                “Sorry isn’t good enough. What the hell have you been eating?” Dylan complained, resting his head on the bed with a groan.

                “Nothing. That’s the point! Because we had to come all this way for these idiots, I haven’t eaten since yesterday,” he stated, shooting daggers in our direction.

                “And that’s your stomach’s way of protest?” Seb clarified. Alfie nodded in response. I grabbed my bag, starting towards the door. Kenzi had gotten me a gift of a loose mini skirt at the market, made of a deep red material. Hunter had suggested I’d wear it. Not because I liked it, but because when I was puking my guts out in the toilet, he had the need and used my bag to catch it. All I had left was the skirt. Hunter had given me his black wife beater, but it had taken a lot of tucking in and I looked like I’d shrunk in the wash. Not good at all.

                “Then let’s go and get some food.” They didn’t need telling twice. But then, they’re boys and boys definitely don’t need to be told more than once.

                We filed out of the hotel and down onto the streets to find a cafe. It wasn’t hard. Turns out, the city was a pretty big tourist attraction, resulting in lots of cafes and clubs lining the streets.

                Alfie and Lee insisted on stopping in a Pizzeria, which would be quite exciting, if the thought of pizza didn’t make me feel sick. I’d eaten enough of it to last me a lifetime.

                “I think I’ll just have tomato soup,” I muttered, sitting down on the edge of a booth. Luckily, amongst the smaller tables and stage at the front, there were some pretty large booths scattered around, making enough room for us to sit together.

                I decided to go up with Hunter to order our food and the waitress would take it all over for us afterwards. As Hunter ordered, I peered through my fringe at the band on the stage. They weren’t young with hip hop or all that jazz. They were two old guys with a guitar, singing the blues with a couple guys doing a little jig in front of them.

                Leaning back on the bar, I watched them for a bit with a smile. One of the dancers grinned at me, his deep set eyes narrowing into slits with his grin as he beckoned me close with one finger. I shook my head at first, watching his jump from foot to foot.

                The stage was small, only just big enough to fit the guitarist and the dancers on, both of them in grey suits which contrasted their dark skin. I smiled, shaking my head again but the man laughed, holding his hand out. Checking over my shoulder, I raised an eyebrow at Hunter’s oblivious form before pushing away from the bar and taking the man’s hand.