Page 4 of Alice & Meg: Summer Vacation
“I booked you a room,” Wendy cut in and glared at Slayer.“Stop messing with her.”
As the guys disappeared inside the office, Wendy moved to Adley and wrapped her arm around her.“I’m just so glad you’re home and decided to come with us this week.”
Adley scoffed.“As if I was gonna go to the Harley celebration in Milwaukee.They’re gonna be drunk for three days straight and shout Jelly Roll songs until they lose their voices.No thanks.”
Wendy smiled.“Yeah, I’m glad we decided to do this instead.”
I wrinkled my brow.“I’m still on the fence about that.”
“Weren’t you the one who almost fell off the motorcycle when you saw the duck boat?”Raven laughed.
I shrugged.“I mean, did you see that Duck?It’s going to be a blast.And then you can bet your ass I’m going to get a sweatshirt from there.”
Adley laughed.“And I came with you guys because once we get back, I’m going to be working at the bar every night.This is my last hurrah before working my tail off.”
“Eden is so excited you’re going to be working there too,” I said.Eden had just turned eighteen and was working at the bar before college started.
Adley smiled.“Nothing like slinging beers and cleaning pool tables.”
Raven leaned against Clash’s bike.“I still can’t believe Wrecker let the guys head to Milwaukee.”
“Boink, Pipe, Maniac, and Freak are still at the clubhouse,” I said.
“And Thorn, Oliver, and Jude didn’t go either,” Wendy added.“There are plenty of people left at the club to handle everything.”
Raven laughed.“I’d like to be a fly on the wall to see how Brinks and Nickel handle the rest of the boys in Milwaukee.”
Cole, Arlo, Kingston, Fox, Ender, and Basil had gone with Brinks and Nickel to the celebration, and I was sure we were going to hear stories that would make us cry from laughing when they got back.
The motel door swung open, and Wrecker, Slayer, and Clash came out with keys dangling from bright pink flamingo keychains.
Slayer held his up with a laugh.“What in the hell is this?”
“It’s cute,” I said, grinning.“I can’t wait to see what the rooms look like.”
Meg had picked the motel.I hadn’t even looked at the pictures when I booked our room.I trusted her completely.
We all grabbed our bags from the van and bikes—coolers, duffels, and backpacks.Someone had even brought a pool float shaped like a slice of pizza.
As we made our way toward our rooms, I smiled wide.
This week was already shaping up to be one hell of a vacation.
Meg
“It’s pink!”Lo hollered over the rumble of the engine as we pulled into the parking lot.
Exactly.
That was the whole reason I had booked the Flamingo Motel.For years, every time we came through Falls City, I’d drive by that neon pink slice of retro heaven and whisper, “Someday.”Well, someday had finally arrived.This was the week I made the Flamingo Inn my temporary pink paradise.
It looked like a throwback to one of those roadside fifties motels, except this one had gone all in on the theme and then slapped some modern sparkle on top.The pool was painted a shocking bright pink, like the kind of pink that slapped you in the face and dared you not to smile.And it had a damn swim-up bar.Pale pink lounge chairs lined the pool like they were plucked straight from Barbie’s dream house, and white umbrellas sat over every table like dainty little hats.
That was just the pool.
The rooms?From what I saw online, it was like a flamingo exploded in each one.Pink walls, pink bedspreads, pink lamps, hell, I think even the mini-fridge was pink.There were flamingos on the curtains, flamingos on the wall art, flamingos in the shower curtain, and some rooms even had flamingo toilet seats.It was excessive.It was bold.It was perfection.
They were supposed to have an amazing breakfast bar in the lobby and hors d’oeuvres every night by the pool.Complimentary snacks and free wine while floating in a pink pool?Sign me the hell up.
