Terminator on night duty

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Monday, September 3, 2007

Cheap package holidays for young people consist of meagre surroundings situated in the noisest parts of town filled with like minded souls ready for partying mayhem. On arrival at the basic appartment complex Pedro, with his over excited, kid in a sweetie shop persona was warned that his volume had to be turned down a notch or the security guard would be having words. 

Settling into the hotel was easy, making sure each person had a bed was not.  Pedro solved the problem in the fairest way possible, barging into the room, jumping onto the double bed and throwing his stuff around the mattress perimeter to mark his territory. 

Once settled into the nest, the boys stocked the fridge and sinks and bath tub, with cheap and cheerful alcohol.  Lager, vodka, sourz, cider, and Hot Shots - the cheap, stronger, bad tasting sister of aftershock - where shelved in every available space.  With the drinks cooling, the music blaring and the shenanigans in full swing the holiday truly began.

The parties started with Hot Shots, continued with Stroth and pretty much ended five minutes after it was consumed.  Now Pedro thought he had tasted it all, he was Scottish and no drink could effect him, but was to find his nemesis in the bottle of Stroth.  Gulping down a full glass, Pedro stated that this 80% proof tar like mixture was "a piece of piss".  On his second taste he ran to the kitchen, outpouring his aeroplane lunch all over the plates soaking in the sink.  Little did he know that his first sample was actually a Jack Daniels and coke.  Never before had a drink floored him in one swift gulp, but Stroth, only to be found lurking in the back shelves of foreign supermarkets, was the one drink that could knock him sideways.  Nevertheless, Pedro the conqueror found a solution; a little shot of Stroth,  a little dash of Jack and  a whole lot of coca cola.

This form of experimentation would lead to blackouts and drink fueled carnage, but mainly acted as an aphrodisiac for fun.  Having took copious amounts of the aphrodisiac, Pedro went for a swim to cool off.  In the warm breeze of the midnight air the chilled hotel pool illuminated by the bright side lamps teased him to the point of no return. Giving into temptation, Pedro stripped down to his boxers, climbed over the 'do not enter' sign and power bombed into the cool aqua breeze of the swimming pool.  With a crunching splash, the security guard came running.  Baton at the ready, veins pulsating he angrily removed Pedro from the pool area.  Screaming in Spanish Pedro had no idea what this maniac was saying, but after a few lashes of the baton he got the picture loud and clear.  As one would do with most baton wielding mad men, Pedro ran for cover in his hotel bed room.
Bang after bang came crashing down on the door as the night guard called Pedro out to make sure he battered the rules into him to "stay out of the swimming pool after dark".  A few Stroths later Pedro worked up the courage to open the door,  only to find the security guard - dubbed 'The Terminator' - still awaiting his victim. At the first sound of The Terminator's Spanish screams Pedro slammed the door in his face and went for a sleep in the bidet, dreaming about his  moral victory over the night guard.   
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