This is the updated version, the grammatical errors I've spotted have been fixed, if you seen one that is blatantly obvious, please notify me.
Casino Royale: I just made up that name on the spot, and I know I've heard it somewhere before, but I'm too lazy to think of something original right now…
PS the legal drinking age in my story is 18 because I said so.
"Yo, I'm out right now, leave me a sexy message," Jin's voicemail played for the 5th time in a row. The sound of my grip tightening around my cell phone was audible.
Ignorant. Fool. Unaware. Stupid. Such a wonderful variety of words to describe what I was. Ayame warned me at every opportunity… But no, she would always be the jealous ex-girlfriend every time her voice chimed in my mind when I saw the not-so-subtle signs.
And I couldn't even grill him in person, because of stupid College.
I threw the cell phone in the backseat, and I pressed down on the gas pedal so hard that I began to feel my body sink into the leather seat.
Stupid Jin, cheating on me with that skank. Stupid skank for ruining our relationship. Stupid… Stupid me for not paying heed to Ayame's warnings, for ignoring the signs, for… for thinking it would be different with him. I felt so… well, yeah, stupid! Everyone knew except me.
I turned into the parking lot sharply, and abruptly stomped on my break. My breath hitched as I caught sight of myself in the rearview mirrors. Face damp with tears and sweat, stray hairs clinging onto my face, black stains of mascara. I began to look past that, and look at my features. Ugly pink hair, a nose so skinny it should be called anorexic, too big, dull colored eyes… God, no wonder Jin would cheat on me. No guy like Jin would stick around with this awful looking sad excuse of a human being.
More tears dribbled down my chin, and I began to hyperventilate.
Stupid. Ugly. Worthless, girl. Stupid ugly worthless girl. Stupiduglyworthlessgirl. STUPIDUGLYWORTHLESSGIRL!
My mind taunted me as it chanted that phrase over and over; until I could see my surroundings swirl into black nothingness, even in the motionless car.
I opened my eyes after a few minutes, and began to take notice of my surroundings.
LAS VEGAS, 15 MILES AHEAD.
I blinked twice, three times. Drinks, slots, drinks, gambling, drinks, the answer to my problems…drinks.
I smiled crookedly for the first time since I'd seen Jin with the skank.
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The smile never faded from my lips, even as I pulled up in front of the nearest Casino.
I breathed in deeply, and pushed the glass doors open, welcomed by a gust of cold wind. I shivered a bit, and was soon greeted by a short, bald man.
"Welcome to the Casino Royale, where everyone is a winner," he grinned a wide, factitious smile, "Would you like a tour of the—"
"Where is your bar?" I asked, knowing the answer before I asked the question. I wrinkled my nose as the pungent odor of alcohol overwhelmed me.
I climbed up on a bar stool. My legs swung back and forth as I waited for the bar tender to come and greet me. Dang, these stools are so high. Do they expect giants to—Oh. My. God.
I couldn't help but stare with my jaw to the floor as the 6' 2" Sex God approached me.
"Can I take your order," he grunted, obviously annoyed by my gawking.
"Oh, er," I stumbled over my words, flustered by being caught, "I'll have a drink,"
"Clearly," He remarked dryly.
I pursed my lips into a thin line. Possibly the hottest male on Earth or not, still a bastard, he is. A hot bastard.
"Just give me your strongest drink," I snubbed.
He eyed me suspiciously, and replied, "I'll need some ID?"
Oh what the hell. A hot bastard who's going to be taught some manners, "I'll have you know I'm 19!" I harrumphed.
"Sure, sure," he smirked.
Okay, a hot bastard who's going to be taught some manners that makes me swoon.
He poured an oddly discolored drink into the glass, and slammed it down on the counter with a CLANK.
I pressed my nose between me fingers, and took a deep sigh.
Bottoms up, I thought, as I took a swig of the drink.
And things were a blur from then on.
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I groaned groggily as I stretched awake, and I shivered instantly at the cold. I blinked repeatedly until my eyes began to focus. I was greeted by walls that I weren't accustomed to.
"Wh…" my lip quivered, and I began to feel the area around me, and I blushed as I felt rock hard abs. I let my hand linger there, enjoying the foreign texture, and removed my hand as if it were fire when I heard the owner of the abs groan.
I shrieked so loud the windows were about the crack.
"Shut up!" I heard a familiar voice shout, and a pillow knocked me onto my back.
I turned red-faced, and looked at him. Wait… That bastard of a bartender. He was in my bed. Au naturale. As in, in the nude.
Holy shit.
"What the fuck happened last night," I shouted, my cheeks flaming.
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Chapter 2 Teaser:
My breath caught in my throat as I saw the pink haired vixen desperately climb onto the stool. Full, pouty lips, big almond shaped jade eyes, ample breasts, and a petite nose to perfect her features… This will not end well.
Kay so I'll update another day.
Oh and please review? That's what inspires me to update faster.