I took a midnight flight, trying to get back to L.A. however there was a layover in Las Vegas. Figures. We were allowed to step off the plane to stretch our legs a bit, and I took advantage of that. I just outside the gate to be sure not to miss the flight, sipping a rather stale cup of coffee. I couldn’t help but stare at a blonde standing by the large windows. She was staring out towards the Strip, at the bright lights of the casinos. Devil’s playground.nextShe had on jeans that sat rather low on her hips. I watched those hips for what seemed like hours. She reminded me of someone, someone I felt close to. I had a sudden urge to pick up the phone and give her a call. But first… I got up and walked up to the young girl. “I’m in love with your hips.”
She spun around and stared at me. She was crossed with confusion, anger and much flattery. “It was a compliment, not an advancement. Take it.” I turned and left her. The pay phone was calling my name as I walked closer. Only in Vegas could you find pay phones that accepted credit cards. I pulled out a card I took from Justin earlier and dialed an all too familiar number.
“I’m in town.”
“And you want me to piss my pants for that?”
“Let me see you.”
“Fuck off. Thought you had a girlfriend.” “She’s… on vacation.”
“Your boyfriend?”
“I don’t do boyfriends.”
The line was quite for sometime. I leaned against the wall, watching my plane leave without me. At that moment, I was actually glad I didn’t bring luggage on my trip. Jeans and a shirt could last for days.
After a few minutes had passed, “I have to get back to work.”
“Still work… there?”
“I’m not going anywhere. Where are you staying?”
“My plane just left me.” “Stay at my place. I’ll see you in the morning. Key is under the tree by the door. And listen, I don’t want to put up---”
I hung up the phone after I heard what I wanted. Stared at the phone for a while before moving towards the exit. I had to get me a cab now.
There was a slight chill in the air as I stepped outside. I stood there, looking around at the moving people and cars. Everyone was in a hurry, had a set schedule they had to keep. Fuck schedules. I’m on my own tonight.
The cab smelled like vanilla, not the sweet smelling stuff. I’m talking about the bitter, nasty stuff. Cheap air freshener from Wal-Mart or K-Mart. I was getting slightly nauseous, but before I could scream at the cabbie to open my window, I had arrived at my destination. Ah, how I love Vegas.