CHAPTER 16: what do I act like?

                                    

                                          
We ended up at the bar and sat down to talk for a bit, but liz looked at me too, shocked for me to ignore her. 
"What is it?" James asked when he saw her expression. 
"Have you looked at each other in a while?" She asked and tok a sip from her martini. 
"What do you mean?" I asked, very confused. 
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe all the blood that is splattered on both of you. Smeared about like you just slipped in a pile of blood." She said and took another sip. 
I looked over at James and realized what she meant. Then I looked down at myself. She was right! We had just walked around the hotel covered in blood, looking like we just slaughtered a pig. "Oh god. How did I forget that." I sighed and hit my forehead. 
"You should get cleaned up. I don't think the Countess would appreciate you two killing her business by scaring the living."Liz sighed
"Probably not." James chuckled. 
"Thank you, Liz." I said as we walked back to the elevator. 
"I'll have the laudress clean your clothes as soon as possible." James said and bowed as a goodbye.
When we went into our seperate rooms. I stripped down and laid the bloddy clothes onto a chair, for mrs. Evers to collect. Then, I stepped into the shower.
When I returned to my bedroom area, the clothes had vanished. 
I decided to head to bed and get some rest. 
I slept through the morning and only woke up because of a good amount of comotion out in the hall. I peaked outside and saw a couple of young adults harassing each other. 
I had my morning robe on, so I stepped out and told them to cut the crap.
"Some people are trying to sleep. Get your shit together." I called out to them.
"Or what? Did ain't none of your business." One yelled back.
"I don't think that was grammatically correct, dude." One of his companions said.
"Shut the fuck up." The first one said angrily. 
"Look, I don't care what's going on here. Just be quiet." I said and was about to close the door, when I heard kne of them call me a drunk junkie.
"You wanna repeat that?" I asked angrily. 
"You need a hearing aid or something?" The one who insulted me asked sarcastically. 
In a second, I was beside them. "I think you'll be needing medical attention very soon. If you keep being disrespectful."
They seemed quite concerned how fast I had gotten to them, but they didn't back down.
"It's your own choice. That's the great thing about life. You make your own decisions." I hissed.