The teams arrived back at the Bordello and they all went back to their respective apartments as they had the day off.
Spangna was walking up the hall, while leaning against the wall, giggling to herself. She entered the key code and stumbled to the main event building. She got to the last door and entered her code to walk into the main events hall which had a function in full swing. Stumbling over to the buffet table she started to grab handfuls of small canopies before turning around to watch a performance on the stage.
She spotted Marcel chatting to some security team members and she slowly stumbled over.
Marcel turned around surprised as he heard her. "Marce! Marce! Ohh, it were absolutely bangin'!" She said loudly in her strong Manchester accent before she threw her arms around Marcel's neck and attempted to kiss him.
He quickly pulled her arms off him and grabbed her wrists. "Mercy! You are drunk!" He exclaimed to her quietly.
"What is this that you keep for yourself? The Bordello star!?" Pierre said with a grin as the other security team member started making sarcastic remarks loudly In French.
Spangna leant forward. "Nah! We ain't together!" she said as she winked and put her index finger up to her mouth in a hushing fashion.
There were raised eyebrows as Marcel pulled her away and she kept stumbling over due to her large, knee-high boots.
"Mercy! How much have you drunk? You silly girl." Marcel asked as he quickly guided her out of the events hall.
"Mmm, I lost count...oh, you're not mad at me, are you?! Please don't be mad, Marce." She slurred.
"No, but I wish you would not make an exhibition of yourself." Marcel sighed as they walked through the hall and VIP compound.
"I was hungry!" She said.
They entered her luxury apartment and Marcel went to their fridge and got out a bottle of water which he poured out for her, then tore open a sachet of rehydrating stomach medication, and poured it inside.
"Drink this, before you go to bed." He said as he turned around to see her reclined back on the sofa in just her bra and underpants.
"Come on, can't you stay? You're all dressed up and yummy. God, I need sex." She said.
"No. I have work. Drink." He said as he handed her the water.
"Please! Just a moment, we'll be quick! Promise!" She said before she downed the glass.
"I can't anyway, you are in no fit state for amorous activities." He replied.
"Is that a no?" She asked.
"Yes."
"Yay! You said yes!" She said as she started to pull at the plastic, and metal fastening of his clothes.
He rolled his eyes. "Come on mon petit chou. Let us get some water on your face." He said as he helped her to the bathroom.
"Oh wait, wait..." She said as she stopped a moment and started to look unwell and seemed unsteady on her feet.
He embraced her. "Are you al-..." Marcel started to ask before she vomited all over his front.
Marcel was stunned a moment and then shook his hands, which threw streaks of vomit everywhere. He calmly sat her down on the floor and ran a bath for her. He used his radio, which was also now covered in sick, to call for housekeeping to come and clean up the mess.
"Err, I'm sorry, Marce. I'm such a bloody lightweight." She said as he lifted her into a bath.
"It is not a problem. But, you young lady, are cleaning my clothes." He said as he started to undress.
"Marce, you're so good to me." She said as she dipped her head underwater a moment, then came back up.
He rinsed his goggles under the hot tap and then dried them with the towel, placing them back around his head before he got in the large bath. He started to wash his hair as they heard the sound of housekeeping arrive.
The cleaning team walked in to find the area, and clothes covered in foul-smelling liquid vomit. It was certainly not the worst scene they had to clean. Usually, it was bodily fluids or silicone-based lubricant from bedding and upholstery. Occasionally, it was to clean blood or tissue from a violent scene. The head of housekeeping was somewhat surprised to see Marcel in a bath with Spangna.
Marcel looked up from the bath at the Filipino team. "Speak of this and you are all turned over to the authorities for deportation."
"I do never speak of anything. We just clean up very good and nice." The Filipino woman responded before shouting a load of instructions to her team in their native language.
"Do you think they will notice you've vanished?" Mercy said.
"I left instructions with Alexandre. It will seem, for sure, stranger if I do appear in new clothes. Anyway, I get to bathe with you."
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Noir walked over to the buffet table to have some food in-between her business engagements and she saw Molly pouring herself a drink.
Molly turned to her. "Where is the AK?"
Noir shrugged. "I don't know. He was over there earlier with Gerard and Pierre."
"I want to find out if he's approved my holiday before I book clients for that week."
"Did I hear the word holiday?" Renata asked as she helped herself to the garlic bread.
"Yeah. I want to know if my request has been cleared as I want to go see my family." Molly said.
Renata sighed. "Maybe you should ask Spangna. She seems to know everything that goes on around here."
Noir silently nodded.
Molly said. "Yeah, the 'writings' really 'on the wall' with her." She said as they all shot knowing looks and nods at each other.
"Speaking of which. When are Lennon and Chéri back?" Noir asked.
"In a few days. Just before the yacht party with Madam Valentina." Molly said. "I can't wait! Lennon and Chéri are organising the entertainment."
"Lennon?! It'll be eighties night with sequins and everything I bet! That man knows how to throw a party." Renata said.
As Noir placed a small piece of quiche on her plate, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Noir turned to see Pippo, in his cleaners boiler suit, standing uncomfortably close to her. The other girls were eyeing each other.
"Hello Noir." He said as he leant on his mop. "My name is Pippo." He said as he wiped some strands of greasy hair from his face.
"Yeah, yeah. I know who you are." She responded, before turning back to the table.
"Is that all you're going to do? Turn your back on me? That's very rude." He said indignantly.
"Look, I'm sorry. My English isn't so great." Noir responded.
"Your English is fine when you're talking to people you want to talk to." Pippo responded in a faux calm and passive-aggressive way.
"I'm... working right now." She said awkwardly.
"I'm a nice guy, but I bet that counts for nothing with girls like you. You all just like assholes or men with money. I bet you don't even want to talk to me because I'm not six foot tall."
She moved swiftly to the other side of the table and then looked around for security.
He followed her over. "So you're not going to apologize to me for your poor manners and behaviour? Am I not even worth your time?" Pippo said.
"Go away!" She said sternly.
"Maybe I should have just asked you how much you charge. You'll then have time for me." Pippo said resentfully.
Noir turned and slapped him, making staff and even clients turn to look. There was lots of talk in French among security as two men grabbed Pippo, who was silent and rigid as he glared at Noir.
"Je le veux enlevé! Je ne veux plus jamais le revoir! Informer le AK!" Noir shouted at Pierre.
"What did she just say?!" Pippo demanded.
Pierre spun him around and shoved him forward towards the door. "She is saying that she wants you removed and never wants to see you again, also that we inform Marcel."
"She's such a bitch! I bet if I was in your team she'd be wanting to talk to me!" Pippo said as he was shoved hard again.
"Listen! If Marcel hears about this, you will pay with your life. He executes pieces of shit like you."
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