Mr. Zones swings the blues.

Quote from Mr. Zones:

12:01 a.m. January 1st, 2003. The church bells woke me, but Sean and Laakimbo were still oblivious to the world. "Boys, get up. Welcome to 2003!" Laakimbo rose immediately, puffing out his 48-inch chest. "Happy New Year, Swing. Happy New Year, Sean". Sean did not move.

We were in the lobby of the Hotel Palladium, where a big New Year's party was taking place. When we arrived at 10:00 p.m., it was already in full swing. Before that we spent three hours at the Sports Bar round the corner. We have been celebrating my promotion and end-of-year bonus. Against my better judgement, I ordered three more bottles of champagne at the hotel. Big mistake.

"How did we get here", Laakimbo enquired. "Taxi”, I grunted. I felt like **** and was in no mood for conversation. "I'm getting a drink, want one?" "Just water, and some Paracetamol if you can manage it." "Anything for you, Swing. Back in a min."

In the blinking of an eye, my headache disappeared, and suddenly all was well with the world again. Three gorgeous senoritas were walking in my direction, and the prettiest one was smiling at me. I sat up straight, and mustered my best smile in return. Wait a minute - she looks familiar, but it’s too difficult to think clearly... "Hello, handsome." "Hey...low", I stammered. "I'm Jane, and these are my friends Alicia and Vicky. What happened to your friends?" I pointed out Sean and Laakimbo to her. Sean had still not moved.

"Please, be gentle with them girls. I'm off to have my wicked way with handsome here", she turned to me, "let's go somewhere a bit quieter." Two questions were plaguing me. Has Christmas come seven days late? Or is this all a dream?

"My name is Zones. Swing Zones", I managed as we walked off towards the lifts. "Hmmm that's an enigmatic name", she smiled at me. Should I tell her I've got a wife called Jenny? Jenny, Jane - coincidence or what?
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As she shut the door behind her, I looked round the room. It wasn’t very large, but was tastefully furnished. There was an open door to my left and through it I could see a four poster bed. My eyes lingered.

“Please sit down Mr Zones, or can I call you Swing?” “Of course, my dear, all my friends call me Swing”, I replied lowering myself into the leather sofa. I had suddenly rediscovered my charm. Jane walked over to the drink cabinet and poured two glasses of tomato juice. “This will help the headache”, she said and passed me a glass. I caught myself thinking, “exactly what Jenny does every time I come home drunk”.

“I’ll just go and get myself ready”. She turned to me, smiled demurely and then disappeared through the open door. This was my chance to escape - if I wanted to.
 
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