Bar Room Blues

Who: Peter Marwood
Where: Guest House Paradiso (or what ever it's called)
When: late evening
Peter stood on the balcony, a lit cigarette in his hand almost burnt
down to the knuckle. Jack, his new friend, had gone off somewhere
with some woman he met in the hotel shop whilst buying a souvenir T-
Shirt, leaving Peter alone in the room. He had used his time alone to
shower at length, order some new clothes from Room Service (A cream
coloured linen suit with silk shirt, brown leather shoes and paisley
tie).
For the first time in a few days, he had time to reflect and take a
good look into himself. Alandra had left him recently, but he had had
to bottle the emotion as to be able to get on with his mission. And
besides, if he'd screwed up on duty with Jed in command he would have
most likely be dead.
Earlier had also lead to a startling discovery, he had slept with
Alandra about a month ago, shortly before they broke up, and he had
discovered earlier that the condom he usually kept in his wallet for
such occasions was still there. So unless he had bought one in the
gents in Parrotts, or she had one on hand, there was the distinct
possibility that either one of them could have passed on an STD, or
Alandra could be pregnant.
He stubbed out his cigarette in the gaudy green ashtray bearing the
legend "Welcome to New Hawaii" and picked up his wallet and his
packet of Silk Cut.
"Christ" he mumbled "I need a drink" he said to himself. Shutting the
hotel room door behind him and heading in the direction of the bar.
<To be continued>