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an excerpt

he four person party had made its way from the airport bar, in a staggering red faced haze; He saw flashes of lobby and lit up elevator buttons, led by the hand like a child. Brains frying like the gristle in a pan, memory snapped to as the two drunk girls repeatedly slid electric key into suspect door.
Looking to his left, it seemed like a tornado had passed through the room's mini-bar, signalled by the tell-tale tiny-bottled litter spread across the rug. Dave held onto her long blonde hair as he ploughed away from behind, her body framed by the light of a tv; a lilting female voice droned out the news . The white noise was unable to mask the animalistic noises coming from the pair on adjacent bed, where Eddie was making a mockery of a yet un-named sexual position. Looking down he couldnt stop staring at the faded tattoo 'destiny' sprayed across her lower back. He was reasonably sure that wasnt the name she gave him. Unable to place the odd noises she kept making, he used his arm strength to slam her against him harder to see if he might be able to play her like an instrument. His first go at Metallica didnt play out as expected, though he did manage to turn up the volume.
The four beat out a garage band melody chorused by an unsuspecting anchor girl talking about the weather.