What Happens in Vegas
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“And I’m very sorry about that,” she answered, her tone going genuine. “But turns out the little fucklets here at the office really did have a legit emergency.”
“Fucklets?”
“Yeah, that’s right. When someone crashes the Unix system and nobody can even VPN me into the server so I can do a cold reboot? I consider them fucklets. Especially when they drag me away from a kickass, well-deserved vacation.”
I chuckled again. “So I guess the emergency was you weren’t there to hold their dicks for them.”
“Exactly,” my friend laughed. “Half of them couldn’t find their own ass if it were stapled to their forehead.”
“Have you tried that?”
She paused for one funny second. “No, but I probably should.” I heard her let out a long sigh. “Anyway, I’m just as pissed as you are. Imagine if it were just the two of us down there, tearing up that town.”
“Or getting torn up,” I countered.
In my mind’s eye, I could see my friend’s inevitable smile. “Either way sounds fun to me.”
I walked on a little more, toward the end of the strip. Very soon I’d grab a cab and head back to my hotel.
“What are you doing right now?” Bella asked.
“I’m about to jump into a cab, head back to the hotel,” I said. “Grab a shower. Get myself ready.”
“Ready for what?”
Butterflies erupted in my stomach. Oh shit…
I opened my mouth for a second. Almost actually told her. If anyone would understand, it would be Bella. Hell, if anyone would approve, it would be her too.
“I— I’m not sure yet,” I stammered. “Gonna go out, though.”
“You’d better,” she warned.
“I’ll probably head down to the hotel bar,” I said truthfully. “See what’s going on.”
“Make something happen,” Bella commanded sternly. “Let loose… but be safe.”
“Yeah, yeah…”
“Remember,” my friend said. “We’re all living vicariously through you, now.”
“Got it.”
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“Make good decisions. Don’t do anything I’d do.”
I laughed. “Fuck that. I’ll do whatever I want.”
“There’s my girl,” Bella beamed. She sighed again, this time more wistfully. “Alright, let me get back to the stupid grind.”
“To the fucklets?”
“Yeah. Them too.”
“I’ll make you proud,” I told her, the knot of anticipation growing bigger with every bold statement.
“You’d better, bitch. Because I’m going to need a full report.”