came back, one by one, and fell into the stools in the kitchen. Melissa collected our masks and met the House Steward, handing the basket back to him. They talked for a few moments before she came back to us, a tired smile on her face.
“You all did great tonight, I couldn’t have asked for a better staff. Obviously the hostess thought so too because the tip amounts to $200 a person tonight.”
That perked every one up a bit, as tips weren’t always given, and never in that amount that high. Melissa handed everyone an envelope with their tip in it, except for me, and she dismissed us.
“Maddie,” she frowned, stopping Amanda and I. “I was told to specifically give this envelope to you. “
She handed me an envelope that had ‘Madeline’ written in ridiculously girly handwriting. I took it from Melissa and rolled my eyes. “Thanks Melissa. We’ll see you next time.”
Melissa just nodded and Amanda and I walked to my car in silence, the only sound was our shoes crunching on the gravel.
I sank into the driver’s seat and sighed. “Can I just sleep here?”
Amanda let out a quiet laugh while kicking her shoes off and resting her feet on my dashboard.
“Are you going to open that envelope?” She glanced to where it sat in my hand. “The suspense is killing me.”
“It’s probably money shredded into confetti just to prove a point,” I said, turning the envelope over in my hand. “Let’s get it over with, shall we?”
I ripped open the flap and pulled out a note along with ten $100 bills.
Madeline,
You obviously need this, and I can definitely spare it. Maybe you should splurge and get a proper haircut.
xoxo
Elizabeth
I started laughing hysterically, and Amanda pulled the note out of my hand to read it. She broke into a fit of laughter too, and after a few moments we were both gasping for breath and wiping tears from our faces.
I started the car and left the monstrous mansion behind, heading back to our apartment. The roads were abandoned at the late hour, and we made it home quickly without speaking a word.
I pulled into my parking spot and turned off the car before glancing to Amanda. “I don’t want this money. You should take it and buy a treadmill.”
She shook her head quickly, and scrunched her nose in disgust. “No way. I don’t want it either.”
Once we got inside, we kicked off our shoes and stood in the living room as I pulled Amanda’s braided up-do out of her hair.
“I think I’m going to do something good with it. That’s the best way to spite her,” I said, my fingers working at a sluggish pace. “Maybe donate it to the women’s shelter, or use it to buy things to make care packages for our boys in Iraq.” The last of her red hair fell on her back, and she ran her fingers through it while groaning in relief.
“That’s a fantastic idea, Mads. Really.” She turned and grabbed my pony tail. “But… what about the proper haircut you need?” We burst into a fit of giggles again and fell to the couch.
I opened my mouth to respond, but were interrupted by a noise at the door. Before we had a chance to investigate it, the door flew open and a guy basically fell in with Sydney’s legs wrapped around his waist and her face attached to his. He stumbled for a moment, and when he regained his footing he kicked the door shut and pushed her up against it, pulling her shirt over her head. Amanda and I stayed glued to the couch, torn between making ourselves known, and hoping they’d go to her room without seeing us.
The only noises in the apartment were the sounds of their lips smacking, but they were quickly joined by the distinct noise of a belt buckle being undone.
“No, not here. You’ll wake my roommates.” Sydney breathed out as her head fell back against the door. “Room’s on the- ahhh- left.” He lifted her from the door and took three steps before he tripped over his loose pants and fell to the ground.
I clapped my hand over my mouth as I tried to
“You all did great tonight, I couldn’t have asked for a better staff. Obviously the hostess thought so too because the tip amounts to $200 a person tonight.”
That perked every one up a bit, as tips weren’t always given, and never in that amount that high. Melissa handed everyone an envelope with their tip in it, except for me, and she dismissed us.
“Maddie,” she frowned, stopping Amanda and I. “I was told to specifically give this envelope to you. “
She handed me an envelope that had ‘Madeline’ written in ridiculously girly handwriting. I took it from Melissa and rolled my eyes. “Thanks Melissa. We’ll see you next time.”
Melissa just nodded and Amanda and I walked to my car in silence, the only sound was our shoes crunching on the gravel.
I sank into the driver’s seat and sighed. “Can I just sleep here?”
Amanda let out a quiet laugh while kicking her shoes off and resting her feet on my dashboard.
“Are you going to open that envelope?” She glanced to where it sat in my hand. “The suspense is killing me.”
“It’s probably money shredded into confetti just to prove a point,” I said, turning the envelope over in my hand. “Let’s get it over with, shall we?”
I ripped open the flap and pulled out a note along with ten $100 bills.
Madeline,
You obviously need this, and I can definitely spare it. Maybe you should splurge and get a proper haircut.
xoxo
Elizabeth
I started laughing hysterically, and Amanda pulled the note out of my hand to read it. She broke into a fit of laughter too, and after a few moments we were both gasping for breath and wiping tears from our faces.
I started the car and left the monstrous mansion behind, heading back to our apartment. The roads were abandoned at the late hour, and we made it home quickly without speaking a word.
I pulled into my parking spot and turned off the car before glancing to Amanda. “I don’t want this money. You should take it and buy a treadmill.”
She shook her head quickly, and scrunched her nose in disgust. “No way. I don’t want it either.”
Once we got inside, we kicked off our shoes and stood in the living room as I pulled Amanda’s braided up-do out of her hair.
“I think I’m going to do something good with it. That’s the best way to spite her,” I said, my fingers working at a sluggish pace. “Maybe donate it to the women’s shelter, or use it to buy things to make care packages for our boys in Iraq.” The last of her red hair fell on her back, and she ran her fingers through it while groaning in relief.
“That’s a fantastic idea, Mads. Really.” She turned and grabbed my pony tail. “But… what about the proper haircut you need?” We burst into a fit of giggles again and fell to the couch.
I opened my mouth to respond, but were interrupted by a noise at the door. Before we had a chance to investigate it, the door flew open and a guy basically fell in with Sydney’s legs wrapped around his waist and her face attached to his. He stumbled for a moment, and when he regained his footing he kicked the door shut and pushed her up against it, pulling her shirt over her head. Amanda and I stayed glued to the couch, torn between making ourselves known, and hoping they’d go to her room without seeing us.
The only noises in the apartment were the sounds of their lips smacking, but they were quickly joined by the distinct noise of a belt buckle being undone.
“No, not here. You’ll wake my roommates.” Sydney breathed out as her head fell back against the door. “Room’s on the- ahhh- left.” He lifted her from the door and took three steps before he tripped over his loose pants and fell to the ground.
I clapped my hand over my mouth as I tried to
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