act.
I’d seen it before.
“So, what are your plans while you
guys are in town?” he asked.
“I think we’re gonna do the
Stratosphere thrill rides tomorrow,” I replied. “You know, the ones on top of
that tower? And see the Cirque du Soleil show too. Probably do a lot of
dancing, that kind of thing.”
“That sounds great,” he replied.
“It would be cool if I saw you around.”
“Yeah,” I said, smiling again. I
had to admit, faker or not, it was nice that he was so clearly into me. “Well,
I should get back to my friend.”
I couldn’t be sure but I thought I
saw his face fall. “Yeah?” he asked.
I gestured over to where Ginny was
standing, clearly gawking at us. Poor married girl, she had to live vicariously
through me when I chatted up new guys.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you
around,” I said, turning to go.
“Wait!” he called after me. “I
don’t even know your name.”
I kept walking. When I had gotten a
few feet away I turned back. “It’s Annie,” I called out, grinning, then turned
back to Ginny.
“Like I said—tramp,” she
sighed when I reached her.
I grinned at her. “Oh, Gin,” I
said. “You’re just jealous.”
***
The next morning I rolled out of
bed with a pretty major headache. We had casino-hopped ‘til all hours of the
morning. As Matt had predicted, Jen had turned out to be a phenomenal card
player. She had picked up blackjack fairly quickly, and ended the night four
hundred bucks richer. The rest of had occupied ourselves with a lot of
drinking.
“Ugh,” Ginny groaned from the bed
next to me. “I keep forgetting that I’m an old married mother and I shouldn’t
be doing things like this.”
“Gin, baby or not, you’re only
twenty-five,” I told her, rubbing my head.
“Let’s go get food,” she said.
“Bacon is the only cure for a hangover this bad.”
“Oh my God,” I moaned. “Bacon
sounds amazing.”
We dragged ourselves out of bed,
throwing on yoga pants and tank tops. “You look hot,” I told Ginny drily as she
pulled her hair up in a messy bun.
“Says the girl who didn’t manage to
take her make-up off last night,” she replied.
We made it downstairs to one of the
casino restaurants and found a mouth-watering buffet. Ginny was whimpering next
to me as we stared down the long line of food. We had never been the kind of
girls to avoid food after heavy drinking—or any other time for that
matter. We were of the opinion that the best way to kill a hangover was to
stuff it full of greasy junk.
A few minutes later, we had found
our way to a table with heaping plates of pancakes, bacon, and eggs. “I need
coffee,” Ginny moaned. “Where the hell is the coffee?”
“Right over there,” a voice said.
We both looked up and I found
myself face to face with the guy from the casino last night. Oh, hell. He
looked even better in the morning, if that was possible, all bright eyed and
rested. I’m sure I looked like crap.
“How you doing this morning,
Annie?” he asked, sitting down across the table. “Have fun last night?”
“A little too much,” I said,
feeling uncomfortable at his nearness in my present state.
“Well,” he said, “what happens in
Vegas stays in Vegas, right?”
Ginny was watching my reaction to
his arrival with a smile on her face that freaked me out a little bit. She knew
me too well.
“Hi,” she said, pushing her hand
into his face. “I’m Ginny, Annie’s friend.”
“Hello, Ginny, Annie’s friend,” he
replied, smiling. “I’m Nate.”
“Nice to meet you, Nate,” she said,
smiling at me way too obviously. Oh, geez.
“So what are you guys up to today?”
Nate asked. “Did you say something about thrill rides?”
“Yeah,” Ginny said excitedly.
“We’re gonna go to the stratosphere tower and do the rides up there.”
“That’s awesome,” Nate said. “I’ve
been trying to convince my buddies to do that, but they’re way too chicken.”
“You could always come with
I’d seen it before.
“So, what are your plans while you
guys are in town?” he asked.
“I think we’re gonna do the
Stratosphere thrill rides tomorrow,” I replied. “You know, the ones on top of
that tower? And see the Cirque du Soleil show too. Probably do a lot of
dancing, that kind of thing.”
“That sounds great,” he replied.
“It would be cool if I saw you around.”
“Yeah,” I said, smiling again. I
had to admit, faker or not, it was nice that he was so clearly into me. “Well,
I should get back to my friend.”
I couldn’t be sure but I thought I
saw his face fall. “Yeah?” he asked.
I gestured over to where Ginny was
standing, clearly gawking at us. Poor married girl, she had to live vicariously
through me when I chatted up new guys.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you
around,” I said, turning to go.
“Wait!” he called after me. “I
don’t even know your name.”
I kept walking. When I had gotten a
few feet away I turned back. “It’s Annie,” I called out, grinning, then turned
back to Ginny.
“Like I said—tramp,” she
sighed when I reached her.
I grinned at her. “Oh, Gin,” I
said. “You’re just jealous.”
***
The next morning I rolled out of
bed with a pretty major headache. We had casino-hopped ‘til all hours of the
morning. As Matt had predicted, Jen had turned out to be a phenomenal card
player. She had picked up blackjack fairly quickly, and ended the night four
hundred bucks richer. The rest of had occupied ourselves with a lot of
drinking.
“Ugh,” Ginny groaned from the bed
next to me. “I keep forgetting that I’m an old married mother and I shouldn’t
be doing things like this.”
“Gin, baby or not, you’re only
twenty-five,” I told her, rubbing my head.
“Let’s go get food,” she said.
“Bacon is the only cure for a hangover this bad.”
“Oh my God,” I moaned. “Bacon
sounds amazing.”
We dragged ourselves out of bed,
throwing on yoga pants and tank tops. “You look hot,” I told Ginny drily as she
pulled her hair up in a messy bun.
“Says the girl who didn’t manage to
take her make-up off last night,” she replied.
We made it downstairs to one of the
casino restaurants and found a mouth-watering buffet. Ginny was whimpering next
to me as we stared down the long line of food. We had never been the kind of
girls to avoid food after heavy drinking—or any other time for that
matter. We were of the opinion that the best way to kill a hangover was to
stuff it full of greasy junk.
A few minutes later, we had found
our way to a table with heaping plates of pancakes, bacon, and eggs. “I need
coffee,” Ginny moaned. “Where the hell is the coffee?”
“Right over there,” a voice said.
We both looked up and I found
myself face to face with the guy from the casino last night. Oh, hell. He
looked even better in the morning, if that was possible, all bright eyed and
rested. I’m sure I looked like crap.
“How you doing this morning,
Annie?” he asked, sitting down across the table. “Have fun last night?”
“A little too much,” I said,
feeling uncomfortable at his nearness in my present state.
“Well,” he said, “what happens in
Vegas stays in Vegas, right?”
Ginny was watching my reaction to
his arrival with a smile on her face that freaked me out a little bit. She knew
me too well.
“Hi,” she said, pushing her hand
into his face. “I’m Ginny, Annie’s friend.”
“Hello, Ginny, Annie’s friend,” he
replied, smiling. “I’m Nate.”
“Nice to meet you, Nate,” she said,
smiling at me way too obviously. Oh, geez.
“So what are you guys up to today?”
Nate asked. “Did you say something about thrill rides?”
“Yeah,” Ginny said excitedly.
“We’re gonna go to the stratosphere tower and do the rides up there.”
“That’s awesome,” Nate said. “I’ve
been trying to convince my buddies to do that, but they’re way too chicken.”
“You could always come with
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