"Whoa, slow down, Kev. How much have you had to drink?" I asked.
"Enough to tell you that this is the best idea Team Fenton has ever had," he replied. "I mean, come on, most of your fights are out here or in Southern California. We could drive there like in a convertible across the desert."
"You've been watching too many movies," Aldous said.
"Who has time for movies? I've been getting this guy gigs, then getting to the gigs, then making sure he doesn't misbehave enough to get dropped from the gig. I'm exhausted," Kev said.
"What makes you think living out here would make it any different?" I asked.
Kev eyed a few of the beautiful women on their way out of the party. "I could relax by the pool here in between. You know, take in the sights."
I took another shot of Tequila and let the warmth wash over me. "Alright, say I was interested. You really think we could make a go of it out here?"
Aldous smiled. "Here is better than anywhere. Tia's sick of you living in our basement. I'm sick of being on the road. Kev's right, most of the fights are around here. Weekends with the family would be really nice."
"Yes! Yes! This is what I was telling Kya," Kev said.
I stopped cold then slammed another shot. "You talked to Kya about moving to Las Vegas?"
"Yeah, she was thinking about it on her own. No more lonely little house in Chicago," Kev explained. "She wants to set up shop here."
"What are you three talking about so cute over here?" Sienna asked. She was still on, even though she waved to her exhausted camera crew as they left.
"We're talking about living in Vegas," Kev said. He sidled closer to Sienna and gave her a sloppy smile. "What do you think about that?"
"Yuck, it's good for a weekend, good for some fun shots for the show, but I'm not sticking around," she said.
"Well, good luck with that," Kev told her. He rolled his eyes at me and followed another trio of pretty ladies out to the elevator.
"Good night," Aldous said. "We'll talk shop in the morning, not too early."
I stood in the door and expected Sienna to leave, too. Instead, she smiled and laid a very long kiss on my cheek. Then, she sashayed over the white sofa and curled up close to the fireplace. She crooked a finger, indicating I was supposed to come and sit with her. For a minute, I hesitated. Kya was tipping the careering staff and directing some of the party clean up. She refused to look at me, so I went to sit with Sienna.
"I had a good time tonight," Sienna said. She ran a hand up and down my sore bicep. "You'd make a good regular on the show. I think fans will like you as much as I do."
"And, if they didn't?" I asked.
She pouted her pink lips. "My fans like what I like, otherwise what is the point in starring in your own reality show?"
"I have no idea," I said. My eyes wandered to Kya. For one split second, her green eyes flashed across mine. Then, she turned and disappeared through a side door.
I wanted to follow her. I burned to know if she was sneaking off to see that horrible golfer. I could round out the night by punching him clean in the face.
"Fenton? Did you hear me?" Sienna asked.
"No, sorry, what?"
"I was saying we should head into the master bedroom," she stood up and shimmied in front of me before sticking her hands out. Even though there were only a handful of catering staff left, she still checked to make sure someone was watching her.
I looked away. Kya had slipped out to the balcony, and I could just barely make out her outline in the dim morning light. Sienna pulled my face back to her and leaned down for a long, lip-glossed kiss. She tasted of strawberry, the fake flavor that in no way reminded me of the actual fruit. I could not do it.
"I'm tired. Too many rounds with Maxwell Lewis. I'll walk you to the door," I said.
Sienna stood up and pouted. She planted her hands on her hips and posed. "You can't be serious."
"I fought tonight, remember? I'm sore and I'm tired." I heaved myself off the white sofa and walked her to the door.
"I sent the cameras away and everything because I wanted some private time with you."