TITLE: Nothing Stays in Vegas
GENRE: Contep. Women's Fiction
The music was too loud. Maybe it was me. Was twenty-seven too old to sip an overpriced cocktail, wearing a too-short skirt and a too-tight top? Judging by what some of the other ladies were wearing, no.
I tugged at my skirt in a vain attempt to pull it closer to my knees. Preferably over them. Nicole was late, as usual; it would take at least twenty minutes to go back to the room and change. There was no time. One thing's for sure, I'd never again buy anything an eighteen year old sales girl declared, "Totally perfect for Vegas."
The fluorescent blue liquid swirled around my glass as I fiddled with my straw.
"A Knock Out", the bartender had called it. It was going to knock me out. Every time I took a sip, the sweetness sent bites of pain through my teeth. Yet, I couldn't seem to stop drinking it.
"Excuse me," a voice from behind said.
I swivelled in my seat to see a very blond, very clean cut, very preppy guy. Good looking if you liked the college boy look.
He was standing over me, not even trying to conceal the fact that he was looking down my top.
"Can I get you another?" College Boy gestured to my drink which I was surprised to see almost empty.
That would explain the dizzy feeling every time I moved my head.
Knock Out, indeed.