STREET SIGNS // h.s.

°•CHAPTER ELEVEN•°

Mornings at "la oro rosa" hotel were far from what you'd consider idealistic. Allow me to wander your clueless minds through it.

The pre-advertised tale starts from the previous night so let's rewind a bit:

When Harry had asked Tasha to spend the night with him and his pals at their hotel, without sounding any more platonic than he actually was, tasha had agreed, though out of tiredness from all the adventures from the day and guilt from having him possibly drive her back to her hotel.

Feelings of being an over-burden were quickly washed away once they arrived to the huge, yet anserous, hotel where the gang had booked a two room suite a few days back. The car ride was exceptionally very tiring. Majority of the people were drunk and Piero being the only sober one, drove all of them back, packed in a single car.

The fancy lights welcomed her hazy vision with quiet a panache that Tasha thought she was momentarily going blind. Lucky for her, the parking was right beside the main entrance and climbing out of the crumpled car, she went and waited for the gang at the reception where they gathered their keys.

"Your room booking expires tomorrow." The middle aged receptionist had reminded them politely. Piero had nodded as he had taken the keys from her. Dragging Anna, who leant on his shoulder, he gave Tasha a sorry look as he motioned for her to get Dan who was drunk to the point that it amazed Tasha he was even standing.

Walking beside the curly haired man, she caught herself thinking, harry was crazy rich, there was no doubt. From the extravagant dressing style to gleaming vintage cars, he was far from being economically ordinary and this hotel was no less. The floor was carpeted beneath which, the white marbled floor sometimes peaked through. The heat was radiant and the whole atmosphere was warm and cozy. Sculptures made of white cement were placed at the platforms connecting two flight of stairs. Ravishly divine paintings were hung on the chromatic walls giving them a majestic contrast. Given the chance, Tasha wouldn't hesitate to spend her entire life here.

She swore she could practically hear her mother complaining about how crazy expensive the place was and knowing her, tasha was sure that in no underverse would her mother have bought a room here.

They climbed a few set of stairs after learning that the elevators weren't functional after midnight. With a lazy arm around Harry's shoulder, she walked beside him, keeping Dan on her left shoulder. The heat from all the drinking and over crowding was making her warm but what really topped the hat was the fact that this lavish hotel provided in-built heat system to it's residents. By the time they all had reached their room, Tasha wanted nothing more than stripping herself off of the two people that were clung to her making her body heat reach the maximum level.

It took a few tickles on her stomach, where Harry's hand was rested, for her to know that he was a cuddly drunk. He kept borrowing his scruffy face into her neck, tickingling her skin. Smiling like a silly goose on the absurdist things, Harry had convinced Tasha that he took way more time than her to actually handle his alcohol.

Anna clocked in the key to the suite on the 7th floor and opened the door to a much awaited bliss with a "viola!" And a few minutes later, all were cozily tagged in their respective assigned places to sleep. Anna had been kind enough to offer a spare pajama out of Blue's suitcase, considering her own would've been too long on her.

Changing out of her Jeans in the bathroom, she came to the realization for the first time how large the suite interiorly was. Thinking back to how much money she had to drop to have her cheap hotel room for a few weeks in belle vista, she was forming an idea of how much they must've been spent on this one.