"You know, Lou." I said from my seated position on the bed.
"What?" she called from the bathroom, interrupting my train of thought.
"Things always happen to us when we try to have a good time." I muttered, more to myself than to her.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She poked her head through the doorway to eye me suspiciously.
"Well when things start going well, something changes that." I got up and approached her, smiling. "But some things will never change." I pulled her into an embrace, my lips gently kissing her cheek. "I love you."
She turned to face me and smiled. I could see her beautiful eyes shining as she kissed me passionately.
"I'm so glad you said yes." I whispered softly. I swayed with her, as if we were dancing. She laughed and pressed her body into mine.
"So am I." she whispered. I took her chin and lifted it up, like I had all those times before. I kissed her again, my Lou.
Then there was a knock on the door.
"That just proves my point." I muttered in a disgruntled tone. "And I was only just beginning."
She laughed at me and I winked at her before opening the door. "Yes?" I asked before I knew who I was addressing. "Ian! How can I help?"
"I was wondering if you fancied a drink." he murmured, looking past me into the room. We didn't really know each other that well so it struck me as a little odd that he was here.
"With everyone else?"
"No. Just me and you." Curious. I nodded and quickly gave Lou a kiss before following him down to the bar. We ordered a round of drinks and I watched in shock as he quickly downed his.
"Another." I waved at the barman, getting him to charge it to my room. "Was there something you wanted to talk about Ian?"
He turned and looked at me, his eyes questioning. He seemed nervous and was shaking slightly as he reached for his next drink. He definitely had something to say yet I couldn't figure out why it was me that he had turned to. "Yes actually."
"Why not talk to Flossie?" I blurted. "I mean, we hardly know each other."
"What just happened?" he asked, looking at me seriously.
"You had a drink." I muttered, slightly concerned for his wellbeing. "Or did you mean with the accident?" He nodded. "Just an accident." I lied, wondering if he was going to believe me.
He sighed and looked at me. I could see it in his eyes; he was disappointed. He had wanted me to tell him everything, the whole truth and nothing but the truth but in all honesty, I was still trying to piece parts of it all together. "Thanks." he muttered, getting up to leave.
"If I hear anything to the contrary then I'll come find you." I said, watching him walk away. He was scared and who could blame him? I felt so incredibly responsible.
"Is everything alright, sir?" The barman asked. I nodded, a thought suddenly running through my head.
"Could you send a drink up to a friend of mine?" I asked hopefully.
"Of course." he replied, fetching a notebook from further along the bar. "What will it be?"
I smiled to myself. "A glass of red wine. Any old stuff; he isn't fussy."
"And to what room is that?" I took a deep breath.
"I don't remember the room number. Is that a problem?" I blushed. Wait, was I trying to flirt this information out of this guy?
"What's the name?" he asked, smiling all the time.
"Mr Norris." I muttered, taking another sip of my drink.
He grinned at me as he typed the name in, telling me exactly where I could find Guy. I felt a little bad for having used the barman to extract vital information for my revenge. "Did you want to send a message to accompany it?"
"No hard feelings." I declared proudly, taking another sip of my drink. He nodded. "Oh but don't say it's from me." I winked and he left.
I smiled to myself. It felt good to be bad.
"Oh you can't be up to anything good." A guy standing a little further down the bar looked at me. "Not with a deliciously evil smile like that."
"Fair point." I said. "And you are?"
"Claude." He smiled at me as I raised my glass to him. He did the same.
"What are we drinking to?"
"To the future, Claude. May it be as wonderful as you want it to be."