Thread: Parisian nights

I was sat silent in my room, just listening. In breathe. Out breathe. In breathe. Out breathe. I could feel my breathing soften up as I concentrated on the pattern of life that sustains me. Suddenly the door burst open.
“Oi!” “Intel what have you been doing?...The tv is off”. I just looked on without letting amusement betray my face. I knew they would do this. A short while earlier I was downstairs in the bar listening to Terry whine about his feet. “I’ll be honest Intel, these new shoes are killing me”. “Then don’t wear them” I retorted, at the same time wriggling my tongue about my mouth trying to wipe away all trace of that barbaric tea served earlier. Tea without milk! That is simply morally and physically disgusting. There should be a law against blatant abuse of a fine beverage, or they should at least put up a warning. “...And I don’t want to ruin the night for everyone else but I just can’t wear these things” Terry badgered on. To end his waffle I suggested we head back to our room and get ready for the night ahead of us.
After taking a shower and lining out my silver shirt upon the ironing board the phone rang. “Terry you can see that i’m busy, would you mind getting that”? I asked. He gave me a blank look which wanted to challenge me, but more closely resembled a childlike act of stubbornness. I was unimpressed. I glided around the board and took hold of the phone, it was Deron calling from his hotel room, asking me to take a look at channel five. I stared at what appeared to be an old terribly acted movie. It wasn’t anything that was going to hold my interest at least. I asked “Yo Deron, what’s this? This is shit”. “Just keep watching, I’ve seen it before and it’s a really good movie” he assured me. I put the phone down and resigned myself to watching two further minutes of this French movie before I called it a day. My curiosity levels increased as the on screen maid entered a man’s room and began a genital taste test. My roommate Sean got excited and began howling while I got back on the hotel phone with Deron. “Deron, what the fuck man”! I said trying to evoke a sense of seriousness into my voice. All I received on the other end was laughter akin to what was happening in my room.
Terry left to go and make sure everyone else was ready to hit the club that night. I stayed in the room and switched the television back off so that I could meditate. I remained in my dignified sitting position as I knew the pornography investigation squad would soon come along scanning for evidence. The door flew open as they barrelled in all at once. “The tv is off” Jenny exclaimed wiping the smile from her face. I just leaned back, tossed on my beret hat and asked coolly “Are we ready to go then people”?

I dunno Ox, I like the title.