I felt my arms sag as soon as I'd managed to get all the way up the massive set of stairs.
My legs carried me into the nearest empty room and I shut the door behind me, running to the double bed and collapsing into the soft sheets.
And then I rocketed back up, clutching at the sudden pain in my arm. A bit of poking around and I found the culprit, some kind of stone triangle.
What kind of weirdo kept rocks in their bed? Jen just had to choose this place.
I chucked it away with just a tad too much force and fell back onto the mattress, eager to catch a good amount of sleep.
Minutes or hours later I felt the familiar sweat coating my forehead and shot out of sleep a moment later, breathing heavily. I cursed and grabbed the little canister from my bag, popping a pill back and then hid it under the folds of my pillow, sighing and hoping that I wouldn't be stupid enough to forget again.
It was about time we reached the villa. I could admit that it was partially my fault, seeing as I chose money over convenience, but just because I had suddenly become a millionaire didn't mean I was going to blow it all for the chance to live like one.
Saving was smart. I liked the idea of being 'smart'.
Knowledge was power, right? Or was it money? Both?
"Hey, Jen!" Celeste's voice suddenly called, making every thought in my mind grind to a screeching halt.
"Yeah?" I offered as I grabbed a stool by the island in the kitchen, watching as she waltzed from one cupboard to the next.
"Why is there next to nothing in these? All I can find is coffee and some instant meal crap."
I chuckled a moment at her flustered expression, giving her cause to turn and glare at me.
"What?" I offered, still chuckling.
Celeste scowled mockingly, leaning forwards on the island's counter to look me in the eye.
"Is it funny that I strive for excellence in consumption?"
I paused for a touch of drama, before chuckling out a 'yes'.
"And why is that?" she demanded, hazel eyes flashing with annoyance and the hints of a smile appearing at the corners of her lips.
"I don't know," I said, "Maybe because I haven't seen you cooking a day in your life?"
"Well," she retorted, speaking as if she was talking to a child, "Duh. I never cooked in front of anyone else, that's just...weird."
I struggled to understand her logic but gave it up quickly, yawning at the fatigue growing in my entire body.
"Sleep, dolt," Celeste chided softly, before scoffing as she pulled open a drawer, "I'll clean up some of this mess and let Mike in, whenever he shows."
My heavy head nodded and I started the voyage back up the stairs, glad I had already unpacked. I paused at the sight of something on the floor, looking closely to find that it was some kind of arrowhead before dumping it on top of a nearby hall table.
Maybe the villa was a mess. Jeez.
At least it was cheap.