Chapter Twelve: Party At The Hotel
Kiki came in after a while. She looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Ron curled up in a corner. She sat down next to Hami and watched him play video games. They waited there for an hour or so before someone with a headset showed up asking for Ron on set.
Hami walked over to the closed door and tried to wake Ron up gently. Sleeping curled up on the floor must not be very good for his back, but as soon as Hami said his name, one Ron shot up and was ready to go.
"Nothing like a refreshing nap to keep you going," Ron said as he slapped the man with the headset. The man in the headset looked too nervous to reply. Hami wondered if he was a fan of Ron's. They left for the set, and Kiki and Hami were left alone in the trailer once again.
Kiki looked through the cupboard for more snacks. She found some energy drinks and brought two over to share with Hami. They stayed in the trailer for the rest of the shoot, listening to the walkie-talkie on and off.
"What is this a shoot for?" Hami asked.
"I think it's a short series, or maybe even an internet thing. It's only shooting today." Kiki said, "Maybe it's a commercial. I can't imagine Ron would agree to be in a commercial."
The trailer shot open, and Ron came in with the man with the headset again. They were laughing loudly.
"That's a wrap, let's blow this popical stand!" Ron said enthusiastically. Hami knew that one; he recognized the term "wrap."
"Is tonight going to be another night like last night?" Hami was more curious than anything. He was 2 days behind on sleep; he needed rest, even if Ron didn't.
"No club tonight, my friend." Ron smiled.
"Good." Hami sighed. They all left the trailer and headed back to the limo.
"Party at the Hotel suite!" Ron shouted as he was leaving the lot. A bunch of crew and staff people let out a "whoop" or "Whoo" "Presidential Suite! Party until they call the cops!" Everyone cheered louder.
"Did you seriously just invite a whole production crew to a party in your hotel room?" The first woman with the headset said as they signed out of the lot.
"Yes, I did! You should stop by!" Ron gave her a wink.
"Are you going to be there?" It took Hami a few seconds to realize she was talking to him.
"Yes, I'm Mr. Wilber's Bodyguard. I'll need ot be there." Hami said.
"Good." She said with a smile. "Then I'll be there for sure," she turned and walked away. Hami wasn't sure what had just happened, but Ron raised his eyebrows at him. They got in the limo and drove back to the hotel. Ron called several people to let them know he was throwing a cast party in his hotel room. The set had only been a one-day shoot for him, but he said something about everybody working hard and needing to blow off steam. As soon as he got off the phone, he confessed his real reason for throwing a party to Hami.
"Did you see how young some of those production people were? Compared to those dinosaurs Chuck and I picked up last night, I need something that's not covered in cobwebs if you know what I mean." Hami did not know what he meant, but he could guess.
"You're throwing a party to get laid?" Hami clarified.
"Yeah, don't worry. There will be plenty to go around." Ron nudged Hami on the shoulder. "You'll get your wick wet." Hami felt sick. He just wanted a night off, but he was going to have to stay in a room with this guy while he threw a party. Maybe he could get out of it.
"Will you really need me as a bodyguard, I mean, if you're only inviting your friends. Then what do you need me there for?" Hami made a smart point, but he was not talking to a smart man.
"Oh, don't worry, you old dog. Once that assistant director is ready to go, you can have some alone time with her." Ron got a fresh drink from the minibar and handed one to Hami. "Here lets pre-game!" Hami didn't drink. He was still working, so he wouldn't drink on the job, even if he was the kind of person who drank. Ron didn't seem to notice that Hami wasn't drinking. But he also didn't notice Hami wasn't interested in going to a party.
Ron never took the hint that He didn't want to be there. Hami stood in the corner of the room, keeping an eye on Ron and everyone else in the room just to make sure no one hurt him. The music was loud, and every room in his suite was full of people. Hami followed Ron from afar. Every time he thought he could sneak back to his room, it seemed one of his friends would start getting rowdy. So he stuck around in case he had to throw anyone out. Being the only responsible one at a party was boring.
Hami thought about Kiki; she was lucky. She was with Lucky in her room across the hall. Sure, Lucky was loud and shits everywhere, but he's also a cute bird. And there's only one of him, instead of all of these people. Hami knew he was an introvert, but nothing reminds you more of your introvert personality than hanging out with extroverts.
"Hey there," A woman slid up next to Hami. She grabbed onto Hami's arm for balance. "I remember you, tall, dark, and Handsome!" Hami recognized her. She was the woman with the headset, except she wasn't wearing the headset now.
"Hi," Hami said, "I'm Hami."
"Oh yeah, I'm Tiffany!" She chuckled as if she was just realizing they didn't know each other's names and that was the funniest thing in the world. The party was a few hours in, but she seemed very drunk. Maybe she pre-gamed like Ron and didn't have his years of drinking experience. "So do you want to go somewhere more private?" She lingered on the word private, although Hami couldn't tell if it was because she was drunk or because she was trying to hint at something. Hami looked over at Ron, who made an obscene gesture to him.
"Yes, my room is across the way," Hami said. This was his opportunity to leave. Hami may be Ron's bodyguard, but he was just a man. He needs sleep. he looked at his watch; it was 11 PM. What a long day on little sleep. Hami walked over to Ron while Tiffany waited by the door. "Ron, I'll be in my room if you need me. Call from the room phone, speed dial 2." Hami had programmed that in yesterday, just in case, he still didn't want Ron knowing his cell phone number.
"Get out of here, you dirty dog!" Ron and his friends all started barking. Hami rolled his eyes and helped Tiffany across the Hall.
As soon as he opened the door, Tiffany leaned into Hami and tried to kiss him. Hami was much taller than Tiffany, so she only got his chin. "Oh, uh. No, thank you." Hami placed his hands on Tiffany's shoulders. She was good-looking, in a classic way. She was dressed for a party now, but she had looked good even on set. But she was very drunk, and Hami wasn't interested.
"Wait... No?" Tiffany said. "What?"
"I just needed to leave the party, and you are very drunk; you shouldn't be around people like Ron and his friends," Hami said.
"Oh, so it's just because I'm drunk." Tiffany's eyes started to water. "You think I'm ugly?"
"No, no, of course. You're very good looking..." Tiffany jumped into Hami's arms again and tried to kiss him. She landed her lips just below his. "No, Tiffany." She wrapped her legs around his body. This was the most physical thing that has happened to him yet in his body guarding carrer. His instincts took over, and he was able to disengage her and flung her on the bed.
"Oh, I get it." Tiffany giggled a little, then her head nodded to the side, and she fell asleep. Hami let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in. Tiffany lay starfish style in the middle of his bed, and she started snoring. Hami wasn't going to wake her up or move her. He walked over to the small loveseat near the kitchen. It was about 2 feet too short for him, but it will have to do. Hami slept standing up once or twice in his life; a small couch would be no problem.