11:15AM Saturday, September 14, 2013

Sunlight seeped through the blinds and a body stirred on the bed. The fogginess was slowly lifting; the memories slowly coming back to her. She opened her eyes, realized where she was and sat up too quickly in bed. FUCK. She closed her eyes again and fell back on the bed. Footsteps gradually became louder and the door creaked open.

“Spencer?”

“Yeah, I’m awake,” Spencer said as she opened her eyes again.

“I thought you might want something to eat,” said Vanessa as she set down a tray of various breakfast items – pancakes, scrambled eggs, an English muffin, bacon strips, a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, a bowl of fruit, a glass of orange juice – on the bed next to Spencer.

The blonde took the glass of orange juice. “Thanks. You’re too good to me.”

Vanessa smiled slightly. “How’re you feeling?”

Spencer sighed. “What happened last night? Did we? I mean…” Spencer nibbled on a piece of bacon.

Vanessa chuckled. “Hmm, yeah…I’m shocked I got you off. I mean, you were wasted – evidenced now by you not even remembering…”

Spencer slightly blushed. “I remember bits and pieces.” She tucked a lock of hair behind her right ear. “You always get me off…doesn’t matter how drunk I am…”

Now it was Vanessa’s turn to blush. “Well, if you remember correctly – which, actually you might not – it took numerous tries for me to get you off the first time.”

“Yeah, well…”

Vanessa interrupted her. “You were wasted every single time you came over for the first two months. And even after that…”

4:31AM Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Narita International Airport, Tokyo, Japan

“Miss, you are in First Class, a Sleeper Solo seat, on the 6:05 flight to Los Angeles.”

Spencer stared at the man behind the ticket counter. “I just gave you my ID. I didn’t even…”

On her right, a young Japanese woman in a Japan Airlines uniform interrupted her in perfect English. “Miss Carlin? Here’s your ticket. Is there anything I can do for you? May I escort you to the café upstairs?”