America's Suitehearts

There I was, with the man of my dreams at my side. His strong arms holding me in the most gentle of embraces while his words danced around my brain. He loved me, and I was enamored with every one of his flawless details. He softly caressed my cheek and tilted my chin up ever so slightly then planted the deepest kiss I’d ever experienced on my lips. Oh God, yes. I ran my fingers through his long, black hair as he swept me off my feet. When he ended our kiss, my eyes begged him for more. He grinned and chuckled sexily, making my heart leap out of my chest, he then proceeded to carry me to the bed which had rose petals scattered across its surface. He threw me onto the bed which was much springier than what I expected and caused me to bounce a couple times which made me giggle gleefully. He then crawled over the foot of the bed and on top of me. I felt as if my heart were about to burst at its seams. I gazed into his gorgeously brown eyes whose warmth was accentuated by the dim light of the candles that illuminated the space. My god, he was so perfect, there wasn’t a single thing I would change about him, not even the small gap between his front teeth. Just as I was about to reunite our lips, music cut through the air. I knew this song, I knew this song meant something, but I couldn’t remember what and it confused me which in turn made him confused. I closed my eyes for a second to think.
When I opened them, instead of having my personal Adonis gazing lovingly at me, my pug, Mikey, was there and sneezed on my face. Damn it!
“Ugh, thanks Mikey, that’s just what I needed, a dog snot facial.” I groaned as I reached to shut off my alarm which was blaring “My Nightmare” by Get Scared. Mikey, obviously feeling guilty about my rude awakening, decided to make it up to me by licking his snot off my face. “Gah! Not helping, dude, not helping!” I said as I pushed him off my chest and sat up. I wiped the dog snot and slobber combo off my face and sighed. Jesus Christ, that was an amazing dream. Note to self: Use this dream to write erotic fan fiction the next time I spend Friday night alone with a bottle of wine.
I dragged myself out of bed and Mikey and I proceeded to carry out our usual morning routine. First, Mikey passed the time waiting for me to get out of the shower by trying to jump in with me, then he licked my feet as I dried myself off, and once I was dressed in my work uniform he jumped up on me until I scooped him up and carried his lazy ass into the kitchen where my roommate, Alex, was making breakfast with his pug, Annie.
“Hey, Hailz, what are you doing up so early? You know it’s Saturday, right?” he said as he fed Annie a piece of bacon. And he wonders why she’s so overweight. He handed me my Nightwing and Batman coffee mug and waited for me to take a sip, knowing not to expect an answer before I had any caffeine in my system.
“Yeah, but it’s the 19th of December, remember? Big day ahead of us at work.” I said as I pulled a treat out of the cabinet and gave it to Mikey.
“Aw fuck, that’s right! I almost forgot!” he said with a groan “You excited?” Was I excited? Was I excited that I couldn’t go see five of my all-time favorite bands in concert because I had to work? Hell no. But was I excited that those five bands were booked to stay two nights at the hotel where I worked as a bartender/ maid/ room service girl? I was fucking ecstatic! And I was getting a big fat bonus for working those days so, fuck yeah double win!
“Oh hell yes, I get to help my idols party until their livers fall out their assholes!” I said as I set Mikey down to eat his food.
“But you also have to clean it up in the morning. It’ll be like being married to them all, but without any of the benefits.” He said with a laugh and a smirk that clearly said ‘sucks to be you!’ He liked to rub in the fact that he had gone to a hospitality academy and gotten a job as manager at the hotel I worked at while I cleaned and mixed drinks so I could go to college and get a doctorate in psychology, but he was letting me bartend and I was only 20 so I owed him.
“You laugh now, but you won’t be when I’m a psychiatrist and you’re paying me 300 bucks an hour to give you happy pills and listen to you bitch about your boyfriend.” I retorted while I drank my breakfast. Protein shakes: the breakfast of champions!
“But you already listen to me bitch about him!” he said, scraping his left overs into Annie’s bowl.
“I know, trust me, Honey, 300 bucks is a steal for how many guy issues you have.” I said before grabbing my purse and walking towards the door.
“Bitch!”
“Dick!”
“Yes, please!” he called as I walked out. I rolled my eyes at him and started down the stairs from our second story apartment then walked a block to the nearest bus stop. I had a car, the only problem is that cars need gas to work and gas costs money that I don’t have.
After enduring a fifteen minute bus ride into downtown Houston with some creep who kept chirping what I can only assume was his mating call of tongue clicks and whistles at me, I stepped off the bus only to find that the front entrance of the hotel was swarming with fans hoping to see their heroes when they arrived. Figuring that the security guards wouldn’t let me in even if I managed to brave the crowd, I went around to the back where interestingly enough there were two tour buses already parked. Not a second after I walked through the back door into the kitchen, Sarah, who was usually up front with the other concierges, grabbed me by the arm and started frantically rambling about a situation with the booking arrangements for one of the bands while dragging me up to the front with her. I could barely resist the temptation to ask if the situation was irrelevant now, but since I knew she wouldn’t get it so I kept my mouth shut. From what I understood of her babbling, apparently one of the staff members had told their friends which of the rooms had been booked for this one band and one of them posted it to twitter so a bunch of girls showed up, broke into the rooms and trashed them while security was trying to remove them so now all the other maids were trying to fix the rooms and they were seriously understaffed because of it.
When we got to the front, one of the other concierges was talking to…Oh. My. God. Danny fucking Worsnop was standing on the other side of the counter.

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