They were stopped at the entrance, though they were wearing designer clothes, there was strict protocol for who could and couldn't enter. The only ones that could break the dress-code were the filthiest of the filthy rich. Unfortunately, the staff didn't recognise Alisha and Richard. They hadn't been the hotel in two years, however they hadn't expected to be greeted by unwelcoming stares,
"Excuse me, ma'am, sir, we have a very strict dress code and your clothing is far too casual." A man in a tight tuxedo informed them, Alisha held back her laughter and scorn as she raised her caterpillar brows at him. He didn't like the way she looked at him, as a manager in this hotel, he felt like he deserved more respect than what he had received from this pair. "Please leave and return looking more put together." He exclaimed, sneering as his hand curled his thin mustache. He felt Richard's playful eyes make fun of him, they seemed to rake him down and were tearing him apart, limb by limb, but in a scornful way.
It must be realised that Richard and Alisha were some of the richest people in the world, and they were not used to being greeted by scorn, they were used to the ground they stepped on be worshipped. They didn't mind being treated like others, however they hated being disrespected or treated the same as those 'less' than them. However, this was common for every single person like them. Especially their peers, they were seen as the nicest two people within their community of rich second-gens, however that didn't mean they were okay by being disrespected by a hotel manager, even if it was from Hotel LeRoche. "Mr… Dixon, please call your boss." Alisha ordered. Her gaze had become steely, which made the man tremble for a second, he didn't realise he was dealing with someone older than she looked. Regardless of which life she had lived, after joining her father's family, Alisha had been told that if anyone ever disrespected her, she should make the ground underneath them disappear. Of course, she didn't kill them, however she did make them suffer consequences for their actions that she deemed were fair. Were they always fair? Absolutely not.
"My boss is the owner of the LeRoche, I doubt he would be able to talk to you." He spat at them. Alisha laughed as she looked down at the man in front of her, she was short, however this man was shorter than her.
"Actually, little man," Richard's voice boomed from behind them, "your boss is me. I left this hotel in Andrew's hands for a year and this is the best manager he can produce?" he felt angry that he, the owner of this hotel, couldn't be recognised by a mere manager.
Dixon laughed and rolled his eyes at the two 'kids' in front of him. "Sure, if you're the boss then I'm the president of this country." Richard's eyes became angrier, they no longer held a whisper of the playfulness he had displayed earlier. He produced his phone and flipped to the fifth name on his call list.
"Andrew, get your ass to the front of the LeRoche now or you're losing your job you turd." He scornfully shouted at his phone and tapped his foot as a tall, well built, aggressively caucasian man approached the trio. The manager who looked tired and annoyed's back straightened faster than the flap of a hummingbird's wing, his expressions became ones of respect as he saw the man that had come down. He wondered why Mr Treglone had come down, he stared at the beautifully gelled blonde locks of the God in front of him, the VP of the LeRoche.
"Sir, I'm so sorry! Dixon, please let these two VVVVIP's in." He ordered whilst glaring with fury at the small man. Dixon was shocked, why was Mr. Treglone bowing apologetically at these two young… children? He nodded as he let them into the hotel.
"Andrew, tell this idiot of a manager who we are." Richard had a cheshire smile painted on his face as he jeered at the two men, Andrew was shaking in his socks to see that Alisha was here too.
"Dixon, this is Richard, the owner of the LeRoche, and this is Alisha Richards, daughter of James Richards. I'm sorry, but your punishment is in their hands." Dixon froze after hearing who he had been disrespectful to. He prayed to God that they would pity a working man.
Alisha smiled a fake gracious smile, however only Richard knew that the smile was fake and that she was about to make this man feel like garbage. Dixon was filled with hope, he smiled and wondered if his charm had managed to soften the lady. Her next words made him fall to the ground with an embarrassing thud.
"You'll be my personal waiter for tonight, and you'll be demoted to being a waiter for the next four years. You will never be a manager again, instead you'll become either a receptionist or a chauffeur, and you can't leave this hotel anymore because I'll make sure that no hotel accepts someone like you as a worker. Never disagree with someone's identity before double-checking it, do you know what you stopping us has caused? Three elites have passed us, now those people will gossip about how, you, a manager, stopped two of the richest youths in the country and asked them to leave. One of them, your boss, the other, the daughter of the richest man in the world, do you think that's okay? Andrew, make sure to inform the guests of what occurred, I can't be bothered dealing with this bull right now." She glared at Dixon and nodded at Andrew before making a call to blacklist poor Dixon.
Andrew sighed, rich people would perhaps never understand how their blacklisting truly affected people like Dixon whose families depended on this job. However, neither party realised that she hadn't asked for Dixon's pay to be reduced, she didn't want him to lose his income. She simply wanted his ego to be trampled over a bit.
However, it would take around a week for the two men to realise the loophole, and upon realising it they would feel gratitude and triumph. Alisha and Richard entered the private room. It was dark with a dim purple lighting that followed the perimeter of the roof, thin and haunting. Richard quite liked the purple lighting, however Alisha sighed upon seeing it. She had had far too many meetings in such a room and was no longer in the mood to see it. She requested to him that proper lighting was turned on so that she could properly see her friends and not trip over tables. He sighed and agreed after a lot of coaxing, however she had to compromise and keep the purple lights on too.
Soon, the room filled up with their friends, Eliza, Fred, Annabelle, Bruce and George. They all ordered some refreshments. Alisha asked for a lemon-lime bitter, however the others went crazy. Another aspect of their lives was drugs. Something Alisha was all but familiar with. She wasn't just addicted to antidepressants, she loved edibles. Unfortunately, she was the designated driver for the night, because the chauffeurs stopped working after a certain time. However, they were all certain that the drive would happen the next day, so it was uncertain whether her nose would breathe the molly.
The supplier for each person was the same man, George. That was how they had been acquainted in the past too. The only ones that didn't take part in the activities were Eliza, Bruce and Annabelle. Partially because they didn't have any difficulties thrown at them. The same could be said for everyone in the room save Alisha, however the boys just enjoyed how they felt. Eliza and Annabelle experimented once, however their drug activity had been caught quickly because of how monitored their lives were, so they never tried again. Richard produced a credit card to line up the power, rolled up some paper and sighed as he relaxed into his seat again. He closed his eyes and let the feeling take over his body. The same happened with all the boys, save Bruce of course.
He was rather shocked by what he was seeing, the young adults seemed much wilder than he had ever seen them. He sighed thinking of how others took drugs compared to these people, it seemed that the media's depiction of second gens wasn't far off at all. He saw that Annabelle was only consuming alcohol and was glad. He knew that he wouldn't judge her too harshly, however he did have some expectations of her, and he didn't want the image of his Annabelle to crumble. Alisha was barely holding herself back, she was staring at the dust greedily. All she could do was sip her lemon-lime bitter.
She cleared her throat to gather their attention. The boys seemed somewhat out of it, but the night had only begun so they still had a hold on reality. "Okay, Richard knows about this somewhat but I have a story for everyone. A story of the future that is truer than anything you will ever hear. I hope you believe what I say, I promise it's the truth. This is my second shot at life, I died once, five years from now…" The room grew silent, as Eliza stared at her sister and put the pieces of the few days together.
"Oh. Oh my God." She whispered under her breath. She listened to her sister's story, the ups and downs, the deaths, how they had happened, who had instigated them all. She felt a tear run down her cheek, pure and clean, a straight line glistened on her cheek.
"Alisha, why didn't you say anything? Why did you have to go to hospital before you said anything? Do you have to do everything by yourself?" She sobbed. Alisha began to cry too, she couldn't answer her sister as she choked on her breath.
"Eliza, it's not like that. How could I say anything? How could I put it on you before I knew what to do myself? How could I hurt you?" She couldn't understand how to tell her sister that she did for her sake. That she needed to protect her. The others felt like they were third-wheeling and kept silent.
"You felt like you needed to protect me? Is that what you're trying to say? I'm not a little girl, for Gods sake when will you understand that?" Eliza cried.
"I'm your older sister. I will always feel the need to protect you." Alisha announced, making Eliza blush. Eliza felt her sister's love, however she also felt like no one would ever let her be independent. She stood and hugged her sister, because there were no words that could convey her feelings better than a hug.
"I love you, so much." She whispered.
"Me too. I love you, so much." Alisha replied before pecking her sister's cheek.
Richard, who was a touch high, began sobbing. "What a beautiful movie. I hope they kiss now." he sobbed, making everyone laugh. "Is it just me or is the movie upside down and spinning?" He asked before getting up and crashing back down. "Nope, better stay seated."
"Alisha, have I ever told you how much I love your hair?" Fred asked whilst running his fingers through it, again and again, he played with it and began running his fingers all around it. He didn't stop because he didn't realise that he was making her feeling tickled. She realised that he was completely out of it now, he was no longer realising how weird his actions were. Richard scooched closer to Alisha and pulled her down to a seated position, and Fred came down with her. Eliza sighed at the scene and sighed. Richard began playing with her hair too, he grabbed a strand and placed it under his nose and held it up with his lip and giggled.
"Guys I finally grew a stache!" He began to play with his new 'stache' and Alisha could only sigh. She suddenly clapped her hands and called Dixon.
"Please bring us some water." She made them drink the water and go to sleep. She had hoped that they could all have talked today, but it seemed that everyone felt like being a junky. "To those that are sane, Bruce you wanna say something?" Bruce nodded and explained his story, shocking Annabelle.
"Holy crap. We got married?" She blushed and suddenly realised that the reason that Bruce seemed to know her even better now was because he had married her and loved another her. She felt confused for a second before feeling her heart bloom.
"I-I can't believe it. I can believe it. Wait, so Bryan f*cking murders us all?" She suddenly screamed. Everyone sat straighter, they all felt a shiver run up their spines.
"Hehe, he doesn't kill me!" They heard from George before he felt 4 glares. The other two were too busy playing with hair.