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Jack. “Did you see that jumpsuit?”
“You wouldn’t have to dress like Elvis,” Kirsten said, laughing. “I think. I’ve never gotten married in Vegas before, you know.”
“So you want your first time to be drunkenly, to two wolves you met eight hours ago?”
It can’t go worse than the last time I got married , Kirsten thought. It didn’t occur to her that she’d be getting married after about thirty-six hours of singledom, or that she didn’t even know their last names. She just wanted to keep the two of them around, for tonight and maybe for longer.
“Do you even know how drunk I am?” Kirsten asked, laughing. “Drunker than a freshman girl at a frat party. And having a way better time.”
Then she sighed.
“Room service champagne, at least?” she asked. “I won’t even ask you to take your shirt off again.”
She wasn’t totally sure how the night had gone from her refusing to let Houston pay for her drink at the casino bar to her promising not to try and bed them, but it had. And she was stretched out between them, warm and drunk and happier than she could remember being in years, and she didn’t want it to end.
“I have to use the ladies’ room,” she said, moving her legs down off of Jack. For a moment she got dizzy, but then the world righted itself. “At least think about it while I’m gone?”
“Don’t get lost on the way back,” Houston said.
Kirsten navigated her way to the bathroom, only grabbing the back of one chair to right herself when she misjudged a step. She pushed open the bathroom door and stood in front of the mirror. The bathroom was dimly lit, with dark walls and dark counters, a fake plant in one corner.
That’s one thing about Vegas , she thought. The bathrooms are usually really nice .
Along one wall were a couple of urinals, which she thought was weird, but she just shrugged.
Maybe this place used to be a men-only strip club or something, and both bathrooms still have urinals , she thought. She dampened a paper towel and started wiping the bright red lipstick from around her mouth, where she’d smeared it making out with Houston and Jack.
I can’t believe I suggested getting married, she thought, as the paper towel turned bright red.
I’d do it, but I can’t believe I suggested it .
The thought of getting to be with Jack and Houston long term was very, very appealing just then, but Kirsten took a deep breath, tossed the used towel in the wastebasket, and went to pee. When she came out of the stall, she washed her hands, dried them, and then grabbed onto the edge of the counter, leaning over toward her reflection, which swayed a little.
“Just sleep with them and get their numbers,” she said out loud to herself. “Have some fun. You’re allowed. You don’t have to be the good girl forever, and no one even needs to know—”
Mid-sentence, the bathroom door swung open and Houston walked in, then stopped, his eyebrows going up. For a second, they looked at each other in the mirror.
“You’re in the men’s room,” he said at last, walking up to her.
Suddenly, the urinals made more sense.
“Oh,” Kirsten said, as Houston walked up behind her and put his hands on her waist, pressing his body against hers, her hips driving into the bathroom counter in front of her. He bent his head down and kissed the side of her neck and Kirsten’s eyes slid shut, a noise she couldn’t identify coming out of her mouth.
“We’re not even going back to your room?” she managed to say.
That’s fine , she thought. They can just take me on this bathroom counter, I don’t care, I just want them...
He nipped her with his teeth, and then whispered into her ear.
“We’re going back to the suite,” he said. “I just couldn’t help myself.”
She held his steady gray gaze in the mirror, then took one of his hands from her waist and moved it to her right breast, where he ran his fingers over her nipple, through two layers of cloth, and Kirsten
“You wouldn’t have to dress like Elvis,” Kirsten said, laughing. “I think. I’ve never gotten married in Vegas before, you know.”
“So you want your first time to be drunkenly, to two wolves you met eight hours ago?”
It can’t go worse than the last time I got married , Kirsten thought. It didn’t occur to her that she’d be getting married after about thirty-six hours of singledom, or that she didn’t even know their last names. She just wanted to keep the two of them around, for tonight and maybe for longer.
“Do you even know how drunk I am?” Kirsten asked, laughing. “Drunker than a freshman girl at a frat party. And having a way better time.”
Then she sighed.
“Room service champagne, at least?” she asked. “I won’t even ask you to take your shirt off again.”
She wasn’t totally sure how the night had gone from her refusing to let Houston pay for her drink at the casino bar to her promising not to try and bed them, but it had. And she was stretched out between them, warm and drunk and happier than she could remember being in years, and she didn’t want it to end.
“I have to use the ladies’ room,” she said, moving her legs down off of Jack. For a moment she got dizzy, but then the world righted itself. “At least think about it while I’m gone?”
“Don’t get lost on the way back,” Houston said.
Kirsten navigated her way to the bathroom, only grabbing the back of one chair to right herself when she misjudged a step. She pushed open the bathroom door and stood in front of the mirror. The bathroom was dimly lit, with dark walls and dark counters, a fake plant in one corner.
That’s one thing about Vegas , she thought. The bathrooms are usually really nice .
Along one wall were a couple of urinals, which she thought was weird, but she just shrugged.
Maybe this place used to be a men-only strip club or something, and both bathrooms still have urinals , she thought. She dampened a paper towel and started wiping the bright red lipstick from around her mouth, where she’d smeared it making out with Houston and Jack.
I can’t believe I suggested getting married, she thought, as the paper towel turned bright red.
I’d do it, but I can’t believe I suggested it .
The thought of getting to be with Jack and Houston long term was very, very appealing just then, but Kirsten took a deep breath, tossed the used towel in the wastebasket, and went to pee. When she came out of the stall, she washed her hands, dried them, and then grabbed onto the edge of the counter, leaning over toward her reflection, which swayed a little.
“Just sleep with them and get their numbers,” she said out loud to herself. “Have some fun. You’re allowed. You don’t have to be the good girl forever, and no one even needs to know—”
Mid-sentence, the bathroom door swung open and Houston walked in, then stopped, his eyebrows going up. For a second, they looked at each other in the mirror.
“You’re in the men’s room,” he said at last, walking up to her.
Suddenly, the urinals made more sense.
“Oh,” Kirsten said, as Houston walked up behind her and put his hands on her waist, pressing his body against hers, her hips driving into the bathroom counter in front of her. He bent his head down and kissed the side of her neck and Kirsten’s eyes slid shut, a noise she couldn’t identify coming out of her mouth.
“We’re not even going back to your room?” she managed to say.
That’s fine , she thought. They can just take me on this bathroom counter, I don’t care, I just want them...
He nipped her with his teeth, and then whispered into her ear.
“We’re going back to the suite,” he said. “I just couldn’t help myself.”
She held his steady gray gaze in the mirror, then took one of his hands from her waist and moved it to her right breast, where he ran his fingers over her nipple, through two layers of cloth, and Kirsten
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