Droop

[tectak]

I belched some steam,( Loud burp, followed by exposive hiss of ..steam?)
quick-frozen words,( Sharp rebuke in male voice.)
into your ice-pail head.( Clattering of bottle plunged in to ...metal ice-pail? )
You chilled my broken( Sound of breaking glass then of ice (and water?) spilling over floor. Complete silence)
bottle with your slush.

Next time I'm invited,( Indistinct male voice in anger, " ...next time.....bring my own...leave it....bloody mess"
I'm bringing my own beer;( Female laughter..with squealing apologetic intonation..suddenly overidden)
it may be hot but baby, you are not!( Indistinct but " ...too bloody hot.....get'em off. " Loud bang, then bed springs)
Just in case, I'll wear a watch, (ten seconds of 1Hz banging square wave then nervously high-pitched female laughter..."...don't need a watch...how long....over?")
and you can wear fuck all,( Male loudly complaining...." ...expect?....clothes on....not staying?......what do ....me do....beer")
but this time, honey,
I ain't gonna rush.( Sound of stomping about, voice from ensuite, tap squeal, flushing toilet, slamming door, stom stomp stomp, springs...bang of bed head-board....below audible mutterings....gentle squeaking....for twenty minutes. We went down for aperitifs...left them to it)

Explanation for billy in brackets....the text, that is...not billy.

tectak,
2014
In the hotel room next door

[Erthona]

Well, I don't know what one would expect when putting ones "broken bottle" into an other's "slush".

This poem seems beneath you!

dale

[tectak]

Well, I don't know what one would expect when putting ones "broken bottle" into an other's "slush".

This poem seems beneath you!

dale

It wasn't me, it was the guy next door. This is how I heard it, honestly

[billy]

there's something there i just know it :d

[ChristopherSea]

It's intriguing to see your wacky side, I think(?). Stop listening through those hotel room adjoining doors, you peeping Tom!

[tectak]

It's intriguing to see your wacky side, I think(?). Stop listening through those hotel room adjoining doors, you peeping Tom!

...it never entered my head to listen in. I was too busy determining the poetic possibilities...then Campari, ice and soda.