to pick up a gorgeous model each night at a bar or something. I should never have expected him to be loyal to us in any way. But it still hurt...
Cassie looked pissed at Ivy but didn't respond. She then looked at Lisa, as if she would rescue the situation, but Lisa only shrugged which made Cassie even angrier. “Well, we'll see about that.”
Ivy looked as if she was going to laugh, “Go ahead. Then you'll get cut and I won't have to see you desperate-ass again.” She turned to face the elevator door with a triumphant look across her face. Cassie and Lisa got off on the next floor. It was just Janel, Ivy and I.
I needed to know more and it seemed like Ivy was the girl to get answers from. “Hey, I'm Quinn. Are you busy tonight? Do you have plans?”
Ivy turned around surprised and looked at the both of us. Janel looked over at me in surprise and confusion. Ivy took a few seconds to consider her response, “I was going to try to see if I could hook up with this really cute cabana boy I saw but, then again, he looked underage. So, it would probably be best if I did something else. Why? What did you have in mind?”
“Well, my friend, Artie, – well, who I thought was my friend – put his credit card under our room so we can order what we want from room service.” I'm pretty sure that it was meant more for Janel than me, though. “And well I'm kind of angry with him at the moment. So, why not the three of us take advantage and drink all of the alcohol in the room and order an unlimited amount of ice creams sundaes?”
It took her no time to think about it. “Sounds good. What floor?”
I smiled at her, “the next one.” I was happy. I needed to know more of what she knew. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to make another friend here.
When Ivy turned to face the doors, Janel slapped my arm quietly and gave me a questioning look. I waved her off.
The elevator doors opened and I practically sprinted towards our room door. When we got in Janel opened the glass doors that led to the balcony. “It's so beautiful,” she said musically. She was right, the sun was setting and the resort looked peaceful and stunning. We were in paradise.
Ivy started rummaging in the liquor shelf. “Yes, they have all the good stuff.”
I jumped on my bed and Janel slowly sat next to me. Ivy handed each of us a glass of Jack Daniel's and Coke. Then she sat with her legs crossed on Janel's bed, right in front of us.
“So, what made you want to do this?” I eyed her, curious to know her back story.
She grabbed the menu for room-service off the night stand next to her and began to flip through it, “Me and Mr. Constane have mutual friends. And they knew I needed cash to open up my business.”
Janel looked pleasantly surprised. “What business?” She probably thought Ivy drank, smoked pot all day, and couldn't possibly have a mind for business.
“I want to open a store that sells Wiccan and witchcraft supplies. I also want to open a witchcraft museum attached to it as well.” She was serious. She wasn't joking.
I tried not to sound freaked out or offensive in anyway. “That sounds great. I hope it works out for you.” I looked over at Janel who just stared at Ivy with her mouth agape in surprise and horror.
Ivy looked up at me and she looked curious about something, “what are you doing here?”
“My family needs the money.” That's all I said, I didn't want to get into the story of what happened to Nicholas. It was
Cassie looked pissed at Ivy but didn't respond. She then looked at Lisa, as if she would rescue the situation, but Lisa only shrugged which made Cassie even angrier. “Well, we'll see about that.”
Ivy looked as if she was going to laugh, “Go ahead. Then you'll get cut and I won't have to see you desperate-ass again.” She turned to face the elevator door with a triumphant look across her face. Cassie and Lisa got off on the next floor. It was just Janel, Ivy and I.
I needed to know more and it seemed like Ivy was the girl to get answers from. “Hey, I'm Quinn. Are you busy tonight? Do you have plans?”
Ivy turned around surprised and looked at the both of us. Janel looked over at me in surprise and confusion. Ivy took a few seconds to consider her response, “I was going to try to see if I could hook up with this really cute cabana boy I saw but, then again, he looked underage. So, it would probably be best if I did something else. Why? What did you have in mind?”
“Well, my friend, Artie, – well, who I thought was my friend – put his credit card under our room so we can order what we want from room service.” I'm pretty sure that it was meant more for Janel than me, though. “And well I'm kind of angry with him at the moment. So, why not the three of us take advantage and drink all of the alcohol in the room and order an unlimited amount of ice creams sundaes?”
It took her no time to think about it. “Sounds good. What floor?”
I smiled at her, “the next one.” I was happy. I needed to know more of what she knew. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to make another friend here.
When Ivy turned to face the doors, Janel slapped my arm quietly and gave me a questioning look. I waved her off.
The elevator doors opened and I practically sprinted towards our room door. When we got in Janel opened the glass doors that led to the balcony. “It's so beautiful,” she said musically. She was right, the sun was setting and the resort looked peaceful and stunning. We were in paradise.
Ivy started rummaging in the liquor shelf. “Yes, they have all the good stuff.”
I jumped on my bed and Janel slowly sat next to me. Ivy handed each of us a glass of Jack Daniel's and Coke. Then she sat with her legs crossed on Janel's bed, right in front of us.
“So, what made you want to do this?” I eyed her, curious to know her back story.
She grabbed the menu for room-service off the night stand next to her and began to flip through it, “Me and Mr. Constane have mutual friends. And they knew I needed cash to open up my business.”
Janel looked pleasantly surprised. “What business?” She probably thought Ivy drank, smoked pot all day, and couldn't possibly have a mind for business.
“I want to open a store that sells Wiccan and witchcraft supplies. I also want to open a witchcraft museum attached to it as well.” She was serious. She wasn't joking.
I tried not to sound freaked out or offensive in anyway. “That sounds great. I hope it works out for you.” I looked over at Janel who just stared at Ivy with her mouth agape in surprise and horror.
Ivy looked up at me and she looked curious about something, “what are you doing here?”
“My family needs the money.” That's all I said, I didn't want to get into the story of what happened to Nicholas. It was
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