Waking Up In Vegas|1|

“V-v-Vegas?” I stuttered.

“VEGAS!!!” Audi screeched.

“Yay.” I looked away from her. I’m not the Vegas type.

“Evianna Marie! We ARE going to Vegas.” She stood up and got face to face with me. Well face to boobs. I’m 5’8 and she’s barely 4’11.

She pulled me down to her level and met my eyes.

“It’ll be worth remembering. I promise.” She smiled and gave me a peck on the cheek.

“Now, let’s do something with that brown mess atop your head.” she laughed and pointed to the mess of hair on the top of my head.

“It’s in a bun. A messy bun, but a bun.” A pulled the pony-tail holder out of my head and brown hair came down around my shoulders and stopped at my hips.

“See you have such beautiful hair! You need to do more with it.” She grabbed a strand of my hair and twirled it. “That’s it, I’m giving you a makeover before Vegas. Put some clothes on.”

“Hey what’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” I complained, looking down at my over-sized Guy Harvey t-shirt and jeans. “I look fine.”

“Sure you do,” she giggled. “I have Adrian’s credit card and honey we’re going shopping. You dress like your 500 pounds. You way like what? 130?”

“No, 140. Let’s just get this over with. And I’m not changing.” She looked at me with defeat and triumph on her face.

She took me to Trendz and as the guy cut my hair, I bawled.

“Don’t you cry girl,” the hair guy Alonzo told me, “I’ll make you hotter than Brad Pitt in a Speedo.” I busted out laughing.

“Alright.” I closed my eyes and waited for the worst. I opened them when I heard a gasp and a “done”.

“Oh My, Evi, you look beautiful.” I got up and walked to the big mirror with Audi in tow.

“Wow,” I gasped. My hair went from being at my waist to being past my shoulders and in layers. My pants were rolled up showing off my slender, tan legs as my toes were drying and I couldn’t touch anything while my nails dried.

“Next is clothes,” Audi grinned. Grabbing my hand and pulling me.

She handed the cashier the card and we were off to stores I’ve never even heard of.

“Now we pack!” Audi yelled grabbing my hand and pulling me into my room. She started putting all the clothes we just bought into suitcases.

“Wait,” I held up my hand and ran to my dresser pulling out my Guy Harvey shirts and my soffees throwing them into the suitcase too.

We finished packing and headed to the airport.

“VEGAS HERE WE COME!!” Audi yelled as we boarded the plane. I rolled my chocolate brown eyes at her and laughed.

“Vegas baby, here we come!” I yelled no nearly as loud.

“Hello?” Audi answered the phone.

“Yeah.” “No?” “What?” “Yeah. I’ll be there in a few days.”

“So, when we land I’m going to catch a flight to Sweden. I’ll only be there for a few days to go to a funeral. Will you be okay without me for a few days?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” I lied. I was freaking out at being alone in Vegas.

“I’m so sorry Evi.” She handed me an envelope. “I was going to wait until we got there to give you this.” I opened it to find it full of hundred dollar bills.

“I can’t except this,” I wanted to, but I couldn’t.

“Happy birthday,” she smiled, wrapping my fingers around the envelope. “Keep it.” she beamed at me.

We landed a few hours later and Evi bought a ticket to go to Sweden. She leaves tonight. We went up to our room, only to find the Penthouse suite.

“You’re really spoiling me,” I laughed. Audi has always been rich. Her family is royalty in Sweden. Not literally, but figuratively. She’s worth billions, so she‘s used to the finer things in life. She never told any one when she came to live in America with her aunt and uncle. I found out two years ago, and we’ve been best friends since we were 3. We’re 24 now. Me, I’m dirt road poor and moved here for college. She came to be my roomy. Anyway, back to Vegas.

I walked out of the elevator and my jaw dropped. It was amazing. Audi linked her arm in mine and we decided we gamble a little before she left for the airport. I was up 10 grand when Audi kissed me on the cheek and told me she had to go. I faked a smile and told her I’d be fine.

“Jack on the rocks, please,” I said pulling the server over so he could hear me.

“Put it on my tab,” I heard a man say.

“Yes, sir.” the server walked away, as the man walked over to me. He was about 6 feet tall with beautiful blue eyes, brown hair, and he looked like he had a six-pack through his skin tight tee. He looked like… well he looked like a bad boy.

“I’m Adam,” he grinned at me.

“I’m Evi.” I said returning his smile.

The waiter brought me my drink and smiled at me, only to get a dirty look from Adam.

“So, you’re a hard liquor type of girl,” he said pointing to my drink.

“I am,” I said sipping it.

“I think it’s hot when a girl can handle hard liquor,” he said putting his hand on my leg.

“And I think it’s creepy you’re coming on to me in a casino.” I grinned sarcastically, removing his hand.

“Ahh, baby, why are you being like that?” Adam asked.

“Because, baby, you’re a total ass.” I got up and walked away, taking my chips with me.

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