[-2-]

                                    

                                          

Pounding the side of her fist against the door, Joy yelled. "Open the door!" She heard thrashing, scuffling and deep giggles on the other side. "Jules!... Fab, I mean it, open the fucking door!" She yelled. 
                          
"No hablo ingles." They chuckled. Her lips pursed angrily, marching toward the room across the hall. 
                          
Still angry, Joy pounded on the door—despite her anger not being directed toward Albert or Nikolai. "Just a sec." She heard from the other side. She sighed, putting her weight to one foot with her hand resting on her hip. 
                          
She was greeted by the sight of dark curly hair. Al stood at the threshold, placing his forearm on the frame. 
                          
"Hate to bother you, but I need to get in Julian and Fab's room. Would you mind-"
                          
"Say no more." He smirked. Al stepped into the hall, closing the door behind him. "What'd they do this time?" 
                          
"Well... have you ever seen me in a bathrobe before?" She forced a half smile with narrowed eyes. 
                          
Al laughed through his nose, the sound coming out like a scoff. "Took your clothes, huh." 
                          
"Towels... everything. I lucked out when I found the robe."
                          
"So they were gonna make you roam the hotel naked? Damn, that's cold." Al grinned, knocking on the door. He adjusted his pants, pulling them up his hips. 
                          
Joy rested her back against the wall, folding her arms over her chest as the tip of her tongue pressed into her cheek. 
                          
"Sì?... dama desnuda."
                          
"It's just me, open up." Al tucked his hands in his pockets, waiting for the door to open. 
                          
Joy couldn't believe that it actually worked. A few giggles later, the door came open. Julian was smiling wide; his smile reaching his eyes. His medium length brown hair long; somewhat shaggy. "What's up?" His voice spoke deep; the smile on his mouth leaving, but not in his doe eyes. 
                          
Joy lunged. She stepped around Al, grabbing Julian by the tops of his arms, pushing him back into the room. His usually lazy looking eyes went wide for a moment, puffy lips frowning. 
                          
"You stole my clothes... are you kidding me? Why- why would you fucks do that?" Joy couldn't help but to giggle at the expression on Julian's face—his shock faded into nervous laughter once seeing she was laughing about it. 
                          
"Damn dude, we forgot the robe." Fab smacked his own knee; penance for forgetting to check the closet. 
                          
"You wanna fight me... huh? Let's fight." Julian broke out of Joy's grasp, bobbing up and down, shaking his shoulders out. Although Joy had witnessed Julian do this a hundred times in the prior weeks, it was still funny to her. 
                          
She laughed, "Yeah, I wanna fight you." Joy pounced, knocking Julian back onto the bed. 
                          
"Oh, shit." Fabrizio chuckled, rolling off the mattress, not wanting to get caught up in the middle. 
                          
Joy straddled Julian's waist, trying to pin his hands above his head. It was useless, but she appeared to have the upper hand. His hands went to her hips, whipping her off his waist as he rolled on top of her—the tables had quickly turned.
                          
He sat on her waist, putting most of his weight on her lower abdomen, causing her to call out in a guttural groan. She struggled to break free, smacking him in the chest. "Get off me." She growled; her face beginning to turn red under the pressure of his weight.