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“Aurora…Aurora…Jeanne-Marie…”
Someone is shaking her side, she lets out an almost cat like hiss in response.
“Don’tcallmethat…” She flops over only to bonk her chin on something sharp and pointy.
“Owe.” She rubs it aggressively.
“Sush!” The sleeping mass next to her grumbles as he reaches for the pillow next to his head and shoves it over his ears.
“Guys it’s almost noon, you need to get up.” The voice from earlier tells them.
Aurora blinks open a blue eye and stares at the person standing above her. Walter Langkowski is fully dressed for the day. A neat cable knit sweater, blue jeans, and a pair of metallic aviators. He gives her a soft smile.
“Go away.” Aurora tosses her arm over her head.
The scratchy sleeve of her red sweater pushing against her glasses that she apparently wore to bed.
“You need to get up.” Walter reaches for Aurora’s shoulder and lifts her upwards. “We have a job to do remember?”
“It’s too early for this!” Aurora lifts her legs up and buries her face in her skirt. Why was it so bright?
“Shut up, both of you!” Jean-Paul flips over knocking the pillow on to the ground. “I’m trying to sleep…”
Aurora turns her head and does a double take at the sight of her brother.
“What happened to your hair?”
The night before Jean-Paul’s hair was as dark as her own. Now it was bleach blonde. He looked less like a Québécoise skier, more so resembling a Californian surfer.
“What happened to my hair?” Jean-Paul raises a still dark eyebrow.
“You’re blond!”
“So are you!”
Aurora reaches up and quickly unclips her hair from her bun, she wraps a strand of thick hair around her fingers and sure enough it was the same shade as her twin’s.
“What happened?” She gasps.
“You two came home drunk, boxes of hair dye wrapped under your arms, and locked yourselves in the bathroom.” Walter told her.
Aurora sprinted off the bed ending up in the room’s adjoined bathroom in seconds. The counter was covered in leftover foils, stained plastic gloves, ripped open boxes, and an edge had been chipped. The white porcelain of the sink itself was stained yellow.
“We’re going to get one hell of a call from housekeeping.” She muttered.
“They already put it on the bill.” Walter shakes his head.
“How do you know that?” Jean-Paul pushes himself out of bed.
His shirt was missing and his white pants had been replaced with gym shorts. The only part of the previous night’s outfit that remained was a shiny white sports jacket.
“Because froggy, Department H called me to ask why the bill to your room was so high.” Walter’s voice was raised. “On top of the damage sink, you guys came home ordered two glasses of champagne, three ice cream sundaes, with extra cherries.”
“Urgh!” Jean-Paul races past Walter and Aurora, tossing his head over the rim of the bathtub into the shower.
Aurora grimaces at the retching sound that comes out of her brother followed by the sploosh of vomit.
“That sounds accurate.” Jean-Paul rubs the back of his head. “I need a nap.”
“Me too.” Aurora agrees.
“Regardless of the condition you’re in, we still need to find Stack.” Walter tells them.
“You’re such a stick in the mud, Langkowski.” Jean-Paul shrugs off his jacket.
“Jean-Paul, what is that?” As he twists it onto the floor Aurora notices a series of black smudges on her brother’s left arm.
Jean-Paul holds it up and Aurora makes her way over to get a better look at it. A series of smudgy numbers were written in marker based on the lines jotted between each set, it could easily be assumed that it was a phone number.
“Whose is it?” Aurora racks her head for the events of last night.
It was all a blur. Loud music, dancing, pretty lights. A series of handsome men twirling her around the dance floor as she slammed down shot after shot.
“Might be that guy I was flirting with last night.” Jean-Paul shrugs.
“I don’t remember him.” Aurora mutters.
“How could you? You were outside with your long-haired beau, talking about your star signs.”
“Oh yes I remember him he was a Cancer.” Aurora winces.
“Sounds miserable.” Jean-Paul says. “You could’ve always come and gotten me I would’ve told him to leave you alone.”
Aurora shakes her head. “No he was a nice enough fellow; it’s just I’m a Sagittarius. It would have never worked out.”
“I get it you both had fun last night.” Walter interrupts. “But can we get back to the issue at hand.”
“I liked my guy.” Jean-Paul shrugs. “I can’t remember his name though Alex, Archie, Alonzo…”
“Aaron?” Walter interjects.
“No, I’m decently sure now that it was something Italian.”
“Not your mystery man.” Walter runs a hand through his hair. “Aaron Stack, Machine Man, the person we were sent here for.”
“We can figure it out if we call him.” Aurora suggests.
Jean-Paul cracks a smile. “Great idea!”
The twins push their way Walter and over to the bed. Jean-Paul holds out his arm as Aurora types in the numbers into the room’s phone as Jean-Paul holds the receiver.
“Is that a one or a seven?”
“One, I think.”
“Well you know where to find me.” Walter lets out a groan and makes his way towards the door.
“Okay!” Aurora calls, as the phone begins to ring.
“After this we should get breakfast.” Jean-Paul suggests.
“Pancakes!” Aurora grins.
“No, I have a competition next week, I can’t eat that.”
“I’ll get pancakes you can get something boring.”