“Excuse me. Excuse me.” I turned at the sound of the voice and was surprised to see our friend from earlier in the elevator. Was that really this morning? It felt like a lifetime since Sarah had embarrassed the hell out of him. “Look Sarah, it’s Phillip.” “Well hello there Phillip.” Sarah practically purred which, of course, caused poor Phillip to go beetroot coloured again. Jess looked at us both questioningly; I could see what was going through her mind but I also knew she would figure it out in time. “Yes well, since you two got Alice so worked up this morning she has been twice as difficult as usual. I have been trying to get her out of there for nearly two hours. She is drinking again and won’t leave isvecbahis unless I promise her…..well unless I promise her something.” He was bright red again and I can only imagine what she was trying to get him to do. He pointed a finger at Sarah. “You’re the one who got her so worked up; you should be the one to get her out of there. If I go back in there she’ll just get upset and start yelling obscenities again. I’m going back to the room. Could you please just get her back to our room?” “What room are you in Philip?” I couldn’t help but feel at least a little responsible for Philip’s distress. I wanted to see if I could help a guy out. We walked into the bar lounge area. There were a few people there isveçbahis giriş but it was far from packed. There was a band playing badly in the corner and they were playing lounge music that hadn’t seen the light of day since some time in the sixties. The barman looked as disinterested as you can get while still having a pulse and the whole atmosphere of the place reeked of desperation. For such a classy motel, I was stunned to see the bar in this state. This had to be hurting them financially. I would have placed a bet that the bar manager wouldn’t be there in six months, if it took that long. I looked around and in the corner I saw her sitting by herself looking miserable and playing with the blue plastic isveçbahis yeni giriş mermaid swizzle stick. Man could this place be any more cliché? In the next booth were a couple in their sixties or so drinking from a coconut shell with two bendy straws and an umbrella in it. Good god it was horrible. We all piled into the booth with a shocked looking Alice. Jess clearly had no idea what was going on but was willing to play along thankfully. It took Alice a moment to realise who we were. Then a big smile transformed her face. She looked us both over then gave Jess a once over as well. “Well, well, well, you weren’t joking when you said you were here for a dirty weekend. Lucky buggers.” We all must have been wearing the same grin. “And from that look I would say that the fun has already begun.” Sarah had a grin a mile wide. “It seems my perfume is working remarkably well today.” Alice leaned over and sniffed the air around Sarah.