"Sorry sir, the bar's closed."
"But I thought hotel bars stayed open until the last guest left?" Dave looked over at his two colleagues laughing in the corner. "So how do we get a drink in here?"
The bartender shrugged. "You could always buy a bottle and take it to your room. You just can't drink in here any more, we're not licensed after midnight".
Dave sighed. "OK, give me a bottle of vodka."
The bartender wandered off, returning after a few moments with a large bottle of Russian vodka. Dave's eyes watered as he paid for it. Even through his drunkenness he knew it was expensive.
"Hey guys," he said as he wandered back. "Bar's shut but I've got some vodka so we can have a nightcap. Just can't do it here."
Debi and Don groaned. "That's rubbish," said Debi. "Do you want me to go and have a word? Use my charms?" She smiled, a flashing white teethed smile that made you want to laugh with her.
"Nah, he's throwing everyone out. Apparently we can drink it in our rooms but not here. And he's charged me a fortune for this vodka so you've got to share at least a glass."
"Oh go on then," said Don. "But Debi's got to come too. There's no way I'm coming to your hotel room on my own. That doesn't quite feel right."
Debi chuckled, flicking her auburn hair back. "Although me coming to a hotel room with the two of you doesn't seem right either."
"I tell you what," said Dave, "how about I toss a coin. Heads you come, tails you don't."
"I always come," laughed Debi, unable to resist the joke. "But go on, toss your coin. I should really go to bed."
Dave fished around and pulled out a pound coin. Flicking it into the air the three of them watched as it bounced on the table, spinning, before finally landing on heads.
Dave couldn't resist a smirk. "So, vodka in my room it is. And I'm going to bring the coin too, it brings me luck."
The three of them staggered to the lift, going up to the ninth floor in silence, all of them smiling with their thoughts. Dave got out first and led the way to his room. Don and Debi followed behind, bumping in to each other and giggling as they struggled to walk straight,.
"Dave's in charge," said Debi, admiring his backside as he opened the room door. At six foot tall, dark haired and broad chested, Dave was the youngest of the three. He was also the fittest, playing rugby and doing weights to the point that his broad chest stretched the shirt he was wearing to breaking point.
"Always the way," muttered Don, who was a good ten years older, nearing fifty and greying. Although he tried to maintain some physique, his age was beginning to show as his belly stretched his trousers and his wrinkles weaved patterns down his face.
He held the door open for Debi to enter so he could perv over her hourglass figure without her noticing. Nearing forty, Debi had the classic desirable body, curved in all the right places with full breasts pressing out the material of her dress. Her black tights and high heels leant a certain classiness to the look.
Once in the room, Dave cleared some space and sat in the one armchair. Don took the desk chair while Debi perched on the end of the bed. The room was dimly lit by the bed-side light, creating a slightly intimate feel to the proceedings.
"So vodka then," said Dave unscrewing the lid and pouring three generous measures into glasses. "Down the hatch."
"I don't think I should," said Debi. "I think maybe I've had enough!"
"No!!" Both men in unison made their displeasure felt. "Now you're here you have to play along."
Dave drunkenly held up his hand. "I know, I have an idea." He got his pound coin out. "We can use my magic coin to make the decisions."
Debi laughed, throwing her head back to reveal her perfect white teeth, red lips and sparkling eyes. "That bloody coin got me here, now what's it going to do!?!"
Don licked his lips, an idea forming. "How about we each take it in turns to make a call on heads or tails. Tails is always the get out, but if it lands on heads then you have to do what the person suggests."
Debi and Dave looked confused, so Don grabbed the coin.
"Right, I'm going to flip the coin," he said. "If it lands on heads, Debi you drink the vodka. If it's tails, then you get a pass and can have water."
Debi frowned. "So a fifty fifty chance then?"
"Exactly, and next go you can get Dave to do something he doesn't want to do."
"Oh go on then," said Debi. "But if I'm ill I'll blame you."
Don smiled and flipped the coin. All watched as it landed on the bed. Heads.
