Hotel Dusk: Room 215 - Act III, Scene IX
Title: Hotel Dusk: Room 215
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Stevie/Xabi
Disclaimer: This is fiction! Not true! However much I wish, I don't own the players or Hotel Dusk.
Chapter 9
Word Count: 923
Summary: Stevie eats a delicious meal at the Moonlight Grill
“Howdy kid. Mind if I sit?”
Torres looked up from his half-finished plate and fixed a glare on Steven who had by now sat down across him uninvited.
“Actually, I do mind.”
“Too late.” Stevie shrugged. “I’m already seated.” He smiled smugly at the younger man, daring him to do something about it.
Surprisingly, Torres didn’t do anything. “What is it you want with me?”
“Nothing.” Another shrug. “I just wanna know where you got that from.” He had his arms crossed, so he jerked his head in the direction of Torres’ chain. The one with a metal tag and the name ‘Mikel’ engraved on it. It hung from his neck and the tag rested in front of his white T-shirt for all to see.
“A… friend, gave it to me.” He narrowed his eye on Stevie. “You’ve seen this before?”
“As a matter of a fact, yes. But not on you. Who’s this friend of yours?” Temporarily ignoring his hunger for something more important, Stevie continued to probe Torres further in search for more clues to Xabi’s possible whereabouts. Though some part of his mind was wondering where Finnan was with his free dinner.
“Where have you seen this? And I ain’t answering your question until you answer mine.” Then he smirked, knowing he probably had Stevie cornered.
“On a friend. A close one. There, I’ve answered your question. Now answer mine.” It was Stevie’s turn to smirk because Torres’ fishing for answers had gotten him a rather vague one.
Torres looked rather annoyed at Stevie’s guarded reply, but he knew he had to keep his word. “Just some guy whom I saw in the hospital.”
“And why were you in the hospital?”
Torres shot him a fiery stare. “Fuck off, man.” He growled. “Unless you got something to tell me, I ain’t tellin’ you any more.”
The kid was a tough nut to crack and the more wary he was of Stevie showed he had something to hide. Undeterred, he took a stab at another question. “So, what are you doing here?”
Instead of softening Torres, it seemed to anger him more. “Dammit! Get off my back! What are you, a cop?” He pushed his chair back and rattled the table, causing Harry in the other corner to turn around to witness the commotion. Finnan came running out of the kitchen.
“Anything the matter?”
“As a matter of a fact,” He glared at Stevie as he repeated his earlier words. “Yes! This man’s hassling me!”
Finnan’s gaze shifted from one to the other, unable to make head or tail of the whole situation. “Perhaps it was all a misunderstanding?” Well, at least he tried.
Taking a moment to assess the situation, Torres figured it was best not to blow things up and get himself thrown out of the hotel before he could discover anything. Giving the remainder of his dinner a miss (however delicious it was), he stormed out of the restaurant without another word, hoping his interrogator would leave him alone.
Steven watched as the younger man exited in tornado fashion. Kids these days were so hotheaded, he thought with an amused shake of his head. Finnan watched him curiously, but Stevie was not about to reveal the contents that was the cause of their little dispute. He smiled at the housekeeper/cook and pointed at his rumbling stomach. Taking the hint immediately, Finnan took Torres’ plate and hurried into the kitchen.
“Mr Gerrard?”
It was Harry Kewell, looking like he had a favour to ask from Stevie. Oh great, what now…
“Er, it’s about the package mix-up. I was wondering… if there was something else in the box. Aside from the tape.” He looked nervy, unable to keep still.
“Something else? Like what?” Surely he would have seen it if it was inside the box. The package was rather big, and all he noticed was a tape in the middle of it all.
“A bookmark. It, er, it could have slipped out. Would you, could you, search your room for it, please?”
A bookmark, huh? That he might have overlooked, especially since it would be thin enough to slip through the gaps of the box. He nodded his consent and Harry looked grateful. Muttering his thanks, he left the restaurant.
Alone to himself at last, Stevie didn’t have to wait long before Finnan served the night’s special: Rib eye steak with fresh garlic butter. The plate was piled with a huge serving of mashed potatoes and greens. If it tasted as good as it looked, then Stevie would be a happy man. And it did! For a person who was always on the go and had irregular meals which consisted of junk food, this was a rare treat.
After he polished the plate clean - much to Finnan’s delight - he was presented with a tea chiffon cake, courtesy of Raul. It was the perfect dessert and he was glad to have his meal without interruptions of distractions. Finnan came out minutes later, looking pleased to see that the large slice of cake had disappeared as well. Stevie praised his extraordinary culinary which brought about a wider smile from the cook.
Stuffed and drowsy from a heavy meal, Stevie made his way back to his room. The bed looked terribly tempting and inviting. Feeling that he did deserve a little rest after his various investigations around the hotel, he collapsed onto the bed. Sleep took over soon enough and his dreams circled around Xabi looking desperate to tell him his hidden secrets.
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Stevie/Xabi
Disclaimer: This is fiction! Not true! However much I wish, I don't own the players or Hotel Dusk.
Chapter 9
Word Count: 923
Summary: Stevie eats a delicious meal at the Moonlight Grill
“Howdy kid. Mind if I sit?”
Torres looked up from his half-finished plate and fixed a glare on Steven who had by now sat down across him uninvited.
“Actually, I do mind.”
“Too late.” Stevie shrugged. “I’m already seated.” He smiled smugly at the younger man, daring him to do something about it.
Surprisingly, Torres didn’t do anything. “What is it you want with me?”
“Nothing.” Another shrug. “I just wanna know where you got that from.” He had his arms crossed, so he jerked his head in the direction of Torres’ chain. The one with a metal tag and the name ‘Mikel’ engraved on it. It hung from his neck and the tag rested in front of his white T-shirt for all to see.
“A… friend, gave it to me.” He narrowed his eye on Stevie. “You’ve seen this before?”
“As a matter of a fact, yes. But not on you. Who’s this friend of yours?” Temporarily ignoring his hunger for something more important, Stevie continued to probe Torres further in search for more clues to Xabi’s possible whereabouts. Though some part of his mind was wondering where Finnan was with his free dinner.
“Where have you seen this? And I ain’t answering your question until you answer mine.” Then he smirked, knowing he probably had Stevie cornered.
“On a friend. A close one. There, I’ve answered your question. Now answer mine.” It was Stevie’s turn to smirk because Torres’ fishing for answers had gotten him a rather vague one.
Torres looked rather annoyed at Stevie’s guarded reply, but he knew he had to keep his word. “Just some guy whom I saw in the hospital.”
“And why were you in the hospital?”
Torres shot him a fiery stare. “Fuck off, man.” He growled. “Unless you got something to tell me, I ain’t tellin’ you any more.”
The kid was a tough nut to crack and the more wary he was of Stevie showed he had something to hide. Undeterred, he took a stab at another question. “So, what are you doing here?”
Instead of softening Torres, it seemed to anger him more. “Dammit! Get off my back! What are you, a cop?” He pushed his chair back and rattled the table, causing Harry in the other corner to turn around to witness the commotion. Finnan came running out of the kitchen.
“Anything the matter?”
“As a matter of a fact,” He glared at Stevie as he repeated his earlier words. “Yes! This man’s hassling me!”
Finnan’s gaze shifted from one to the other, unable to make head or tail of the whole situation. “Perhaps it was all a misunderstanding?” Well, at least he tried.
Taking a moment to assess the situation, Torres figured it was best not to blow things up and get himself thrown out of the hotel before he could discover anything. Giving the remainder of his dinner a miss (however delicious it was), he stormed out of the restaurant without another word, hoping his interrogator would leave him alone.
Steven watched as the younger man exited in tornado fashion. Kids these days were so hotheaded, he thought with an amused shake of his head. Finnan watched him curiously, but Stevie was not about to reveal the contents that was the cause of their little dispute. He smiled at the housekeeper/cook and pointed at his rumbling stomach. Taking the hint immediately, Finnan took Torres’ plate and hurried into the kitchen.
“Mr Gerrard?”
It was Harry Kewell, looking like he had a favour to ask from Stevie. Oh great, what now…
“Er, it’s about the package mix-up. I was wondering… if there was something else in the box. Aside from the tape.” He looked nervy, unable to keep still.
“Something else? Like what?” Surely he would have seen it if it was inside the box. The package was rather big, and all he noticed was a tape in the middle of it all.
“A bookmark. It, er, it could have slipped out. Would you, could you, search your room for it, please?”
A bookmark, huh? That he might have overlooked, especially since it would be thin enough to slip through the gaps of the box. He nodded his consent and Harry looked grateful. Muttering his thanks, he left the restaurant.
Alone to himself at last, Stevie didn’t have to wait long before Finnan served the night’s special: Rib eye steak with fresh garlic butter. The plate was piled with a huge serving of mashed potatoes and greens. If it tasted as good as it looked, then Stevie would be a happy man. And it did! For a person who was always on the go and had irregular meals which consisted of junk food, this was a rare treat.
After he polished the plate clean - much to Finnan’s delight - he was presented with a tea chiffon cake, courtesy of Raul. It was the perfect dessert and he was glad to have his meal without interruptions of distractions. Finnan came out minutes later, looking pleased to see that the large slice of cake had disappeared as well. Stevie praised his extraordinary culinary which brought about a wider smile from the cook.
Stuffed and drowsy from a heavy meal, Stevie made his way back to his room. The bed looked terribly tempting and inviting. Feeling that he did deserve a little rest after his various investigations around the hotel, he collapsed onto the bed. Sleep took over soon enough and his dreams circled around Xabi looking desperate to tell him his hidden secrets.