I’ll turn a blind eye
It was all planned out. The hotel was booked, friends invited, money saved and location set.
We arrived at the hotel much later than expected and were greeted by very friendly concierge staff who started our night with a free suite upgrade. Testing what little trust we had gained from concierge, we decided to smuggle a friend upstairs and into the room which had worked out really well until room service noticed we had an extra individual hiding in the bathroom when they came in to give us extra towels and what not. But being a nice guy, he turned a blind eye and let it slide.
Then came the night out. It began with half of the crowd bailing to spending 3/4 of our night walking around/travelling to new destinations, each one seedier and more filthy than the next. We had only spent just under an hour in a particular club before we decided that the non existent buzz and distaste in music wasn’t for us and we were hailing 3 cabs to take us somewhere new. By the end of the night, each and every girl was ready to amputate their feet and our whole group was nearly out of cash and at each others throats and we hadn’t even done anything exciting. Thus everyone slowly headed off as we head eventually turned our sights back to the hotel.
Still harbouring our unpaid for fugitive, we were no longer worried as to how we would get passed security. Thus we just walked in as if nothing was wrong and the security guard stopped us in our tracks. Deciding it was safer for us to keep her than to send her home on her own, tipsy and in a daze, he then decided it best to turn a blind eye and let it slide.
Checking out was a breeze. Our fugitive walked out of the elevator, passed concierge and out the revolving doors without a second look as we checked ourselves out. The night had not gone to plan but our fugitive (which wasn’t part of the plan) went smoothly.
