One of Mr. Sparkle's weekends

The sun crept over the roof of a dirty, smelly old motel in the city of McDonalds, where a cretin redheaded assistant lay on a grungy old bed. As he awoke a sharp pain hit his head. “Fuck!” he said out loud as he grabbed his head and flinched in the pain of a hangover. “where…wha?” he looked around the motel room, his black jacket and old jeans, which he wore on the weekends, when he‘d leave his employer and friend to go out clubbing for those two days of fun, were scattered about, along with his boxers and some other cloths he didn’t recognize.

As he stood, witch wasn’t that easy, he stepped on his cell phone. Trying not to brake it, he sat back down quickly and sighed and chuckled to himself nervously. “I don‘t think I drove here…so I guess I need that.” waking up a little more, and able to fully function, he gathered up his cloths, and went in to the bathroom. Being fully dressed, he grabbed his cell phone, and looked at the time and date. “wow…Monday morning at 6am…she’s gonna kill me if I call her to pick me up now; but I can’t just stay here…” looking at the phone he sighed again. “she’ll understand…I hope.” he called his employer, he has been working for her for years, as her assistant, but they become close friends. His employer was a 19 year old girl, who just moved out of her parent’s house. She was in college and also worked for a local store. Her name was Emily.

A small cordless phone rang out, cutting the sweet silence like a sharp knife. “hel-hello?” a still half asleep woman answered the noisy phone that awoke her.

“Emily? It’s Jonathan…I kinda need a ride home.”

“It’s 6 o’ clock in the morning…where the fuck are you?”

“Uhh…I’m not really sure…I’m in a motel room I guess…”

Emily yawned “why didn’t you find out where you are before you called?”

“Oh that’s a good idea!” still on his cell phone he gathered up everything that belonged to him, witch was about everything, but a blue hoodie and a left shoe. Mr. Sparkles walked to the front desk where a fat, hairy, yet bald man in a dirty wife beater was sitting, attentively looking at a play boy magazine. “accuse me…sir?” the hairy man looked up from his porn and glared at Mr. Sparkles.

“Yeah? What the hell is it?”

“I-I’m checking out…do I need to pay anything err…something?” the hairy man just grunted and sniffled.

“Nope…some young guy already paid for the room.” with that he went back to his magazine. Mr. Sparkles just got a puzzled look on his face and stood there for a moment

“Uhh…sir?”

“What?!” the fat man, whom was supposedly named Steve, from his name tag pinned to his dirty shirt, slammed down his magazine and glared at Jonathan. “what do you want? You don’t have to pay anything! Why the hell are you still here, I’ve got work to do, buddy!”

“Well…umm…could you describe the ‘young guy’ that paid for the room, please?” Mr. S said timidly. Steve just chuckled.

“What a question! I’d guess you knew him well, very very well!”

“Wh-what would make you say that?”

“You two were all over each other! He almost had your fuckin’ pants off before I gave you guys the key!” he laughed.  Mr. Sparkles just turned at his heal, and went back to his phone conversation with Emily, whom was on hold, and most likely sleeping again.

“Emy? You still there?”

“Huh? Yeah…”

“Well, I know where I am…I’m at that motel on the corner…”

Emily yawned again. “you mean the one with all the hookers standing outside all the time?”

“…Yeah.”

A few minutes later Emily drove up in her red Buick, Mr. Sparkles got in with a nervous look on his face. They drove home in silence, but when they entered the drive way to there small apartment, she stopped the car and looked at her assistant.

“Ok, what’d you do?”

“Uhh…” he looked down at the floor.

“How did you get there?”

“Uhh…” he blushed and looked out the window.

“Answer the question! Or we’re not leaving this car, I can wait all day.”

“Well, I don’t really know…I got completely wasted the night before, and I just woke up in one of the rooms, and my cloths were all over the floor…” with that he blushed again, and put on his orange top hat with a big silver pentagram tied around it with a purple ribbon. There was a piece of paper pinned to it, Emily pulled it off “hey!” Mr. Sparkles yelled “be careful with my hat!” Emily just glared at him and read the note, it said:

I had a wonderful time with you last night, we have to do that again, you’re an absolute animal in bed!

Love, Dan
Ps. I wrote my phone number on your thigh sexy, don’t forget to call me!


Emily looked at Mr. Sparkles, whom have been reading the note too “what the fuck…?”

Jonathan laughed nervously “apparently…I slept with a man.”

"But I thought you weren’t gay."

“I’m not…”