Claren. Royal Guards. Hotel Param. Room 543. 7 P.M.
They were down to a few measly Earth coins all together. They each had to chip in most of what’s in their pouches over the reception counter. After, Aurelio counted the money up and told the rest of the party to head up to their room while he finished up the last bits of the paperwork.
When they got there, Jason casually flipped the lights on for the ladies, helped himself to a can of coke in the mini bar and crashed onto the sofa that was in front of the television. Refina however were already looking in the cupboard for towels. With Jason watching a Formula 1 race, Maya reading a magazine and Claren slowly acquainting herself with the surroundings, Refina sneaked into the bathroom, turned on the shower and locked the door behind her.
Nothing much happened between Claren and Jason. They were waiting on one another to make the first move. Claren predicted that he would eventually talk, it is Jason after all and he would flirt with any girl that he sees. Then again, she wasn’t the pretty and innocent kind of girl, the type that Jason would go for. And as she looked up to the portraits in the room, she knew that she needed Jason’s knowledge of the human world.
One of them was a landscape of the city at night, illuminated by the lights coming from the apartment windows and of the lamps on the street. As Claren didn’t know what electricity was, she had mistaken the lights as stars happily cascading down, unaware of the heavy traffic below.
In another was a portrait of a girl with brown mid-back length hair, wearing a white dress and straw hat. She was gesturing to some sand castles on the beach, decorated by shells and seaweed. Something about her had made Claren think that it was her mother, the carefree smile, the similar setting that the portrait was in. But regardless, the human world was just as complicated and foreign to Claren, perhaps even more so than before.
“I’m bored!” Squealed Harley, lying on the bed. “Can we go eat yet?”
“Can’t you wait till we’ve all washed up?” said Maya in a motherly tone.
“Maya, it’s alright. I can wait till later,” assured Claren, for she wanted to do something else besides gazing at random things in her room, “we’ll head down after you’ve washed up.”
There was the clicking of the lock and the fumbling of the door knob. Aurelio had finally finished the paperwork downstairs. He had a warm smile on his face, satisfied at how the receptions clerks were so easily deceived with the fraudulent details that he had provided them.
“Coffee?” said Aurelio.
“Oh yes please,” said Maya, helping herself to one of the cups on the carton. Harley scrunched her face as she saw her sipping down the brown liquid. She didn’t get why anyone would like something so foul tasting.
“Hey look guys, I have to go lead another party for the time being. They are having trouble with the mission that they've been given. I’m passing leadership over to you, Claren temporarily.”
Claren’s eyes suddenly lifted, and she quickly spun around to face the Captain.
“But sir…”
“No buts about it. I’m pretty sure you are able to look after the rest of your team.”
There were no objections from the others, not even a comment. They knew that Claren would be fit for the job since she has won many duels against her colleagues back at the Royal Guard’s castle. Either that or they simply didn’t care. It was more of a luxury trip for them anyways. How hard is it to capture someone that looked so young and harmless? Surely this blond haired “girl” wouldn’t be much of a challenge to take down.
When Aurelio left, Jason finally spoke.
“So you’re leader now Claren. I find that rather hot.” He took a deep sip of his coke.
“Be sure not to whip me too hard babe.”
Everyone in the room sighed.
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