“You sharing, dude?”
“No way!”
“You heard it here, folks... I am... I am a one cock girl.”
* * *
“Awww, your guys’ rings are so cute! Aren’t they on the wrong fingers, though?”
“Nah!”
“One day she’ll marry me!”
“What!”
“I said ONE DAY...”
“I heard you, shut up! My head hurts!”
* * *
“Baby, you know I love you, right?”
“Uh huh.”
“You know I’m gonna take care of you forever, right?”
“Uh huh.”
“You’re the best.”
“Uh huh.”
* * *
I don’t know where I am. We’re not in the club anymore. I think we’re on the strip. The colors are so blurry and the sounds so infuriating that I’m fuck it I am so drunk I don’t know who I am where are we going I can’t believe this isn’t some fucking butter though...
* * *
“Are you sure that wasn’t coke?”
“You said you wanted Coke.”
“The drink, right?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Good. Did I ever get it?”
“Yeah, I got you a Coke.”
“Good. Good.”
* * *
“I’ll love you forever. I promise. No, no... you don’t understand... I love you. You’re the only man for me.” Tears fall from my eyes, I’m so overwhelmed!
“Katie, babe, that’s a coat rack.”
“I love you!”
“Over here, Katie. Everyone’s over here...”
“Who?”
“Our new friends Gabe and Ellen.”
“Oh my God, they are hot, we should fuck them.”
“You’ve asked twice already...”
“What did they say?”
“No.”
“Shit.”
“I know!”
* * *
“This is the happiest night of my life.” I can’t control it. Tears are falling like Niagara over here. I’m on my knees, sobbing, mussing my nice dress and not giving a fuck. “I wish my mom were here...”
Ian takes my hands and tries to get me to stand. Someone shoves a pen in my hand. Everything is hush hush, rush rush. I don’t care. I wanna stand in my boyfriend’s arms.
* * *
“I fucking love you.”
“I fucking love you too.”
We sway together on some dancefloor somewhere, an Elvis impersonator crooning in the distance. Other couples dance. Someone named Ellen is crying and saying what a beautiful couple we are. Ian throws money at her. I throw money at everyone. Now they really are crying and calling us beautiful. I know.
* * *
Ian takes five minutes to unlock our room door. I stumble in, a drunken wreck. Things are so quiet in here that it takes less than thirty seconds for me to pass out on the bed. Ian picks me up and tells me I need to change. Oh, right. I was gonna... I was gonna...
Good night, Vegas. We had fun.
Ian
I wake up to a blazing hangover.
Groaning, I roll over, still dressed in my clothes from last night. I didn’t even bother to pull back the covers. What the fuck happened? The last thing I remember is leaving the club with Katie. I was already half plastered by then. Now? I must have drunk enough to kill an elephant. How I didn’t end up with alcohol poisoning is a damn miracle and way beyond me. I think there really may be a God in the world, because I am still alive after a night like last night.
Katie...
Holy shit, Katie.
She’s sprawled out on the bed, face down, dressed in nothing but her underwear. Her hair is a mess. Snarls. Tangles. Actual rats living in nests... okay, maybe not that bad, but it’s not pretty. The only reason I know she’s alive is because her chest slowly moves up and down. My stirring is making her raise her groggy head and glare in my direction.
“What did you do to me,” she mutters, moving so slowly that she looks like one of those slow-motion movies art kids do at the end of term. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.”
“I didn’t do anything.” I sit next to her, fighting the urge to lie down and close my eyes again. “You were the one putting all that shit in your body.”
“Including you.” She rubs her face. “I think. I don’t fucking remember.”
“We had sex at least once, yes.”
“I remember sex at the club. After that, everything is a huge haze.”
“Uh huh.” I nuzzle my nose against her hair. It’s greasy. Really, really greasy. “I don’t remember much either. Fuck. We should stay in today. Watch some movies or something.”
“Don’t mention anything with a screen to me right now. I want a shower first, anyway.”