50. “This is girl talk, so leave.” with Breakbot, Gaspard, Pedro, and Uffie
Word count: 712
Notes: for @almost-convinced-i-am-real !!! thank you!!! this one ended up being the most challenging, and i hope the execution turned out alright.
They shuffled into the hotel room, all exhaustion and sweat. Once inside the three of them collapsed as if their strings had been severed, leaving them all a boneless mess. Gaspard ended up face first on the bed, landing diagonally. Thibaut took the couch, curling up against the stiff, musty cushions. Somehow Pedro found himself taking up the space in between. Or more specifically, the floor in between, his back protesting as he stared up at the popcorn ceiling. In his exhaustion he could have sworn the moisture stain above him looked just like Germany. Or maybe Texas? It didn’t matter.
By and by, they began to recover from the initial weariness of arriving back at the room. The festival had gone wonderfully, but all any of them really wanted now was some down time away from the constant boom of the bass and the screams of the crowd.
Pedro was the first to sit up. He wedged his back against the bed and his legs against the sofa arm. He was getting too old to sit like this, but to hell with it- that would be tomorrow’s problem. He heard Gaspard roll and shift until his head hung over the side of the bed, sleepily peering at him. They both turned to Thibaut. Perhaps sensing the eyes on him, he cracked open one of his before pulling one of the decorative pillows over his face.
Before they knew it, though, they were all talking and laughing. Some of their conversation concerned the festival, but most of it contained nothing of substance, simply settling into the comfortable chatter of old friends.