Vegas Baby...
Maggie
Leaving for college: its something kids dream of all their high school lives…at least for us it was.
Yet as we drove through the empty Nevada desert, I began to wonder if it was going to be worth it in the end, leaving everything behind in Texas. Family, friends, boyfriends, our whole lives basically. Stevie Sykes my best friend of almost twenty-one years (in two weeks from now) was asleep in the passenger seat. We had grown up together. Our mothers had been best friends, gotten pregnant only weeks apart, and miraculously gone into labor at exactly the same time. I was precisely two minutes older than my currently sleeping metaphorical twin sister. My name is Magdeline Dolton.
Maggie for short. My a fore mentioned sister and I are going to Las Vegas Nevada for higher education purposes. We're attending the performing arts school of Nevada, she for art and I for music and creative writing. Back home in Texas Stevie and I almost had a band, almost. The girl can wail on the bass. We had a drummer, my ex boyfriend Tyler and his best friend Ethan played guitar. We were short one singer. I wrote the music for them but was always too shy to sing it. I had no idea if I was any good or not but I'd rather not find out that I sucked like that! We never found a singer therefore we never really had a band.
I continued to drive for the next three and a half hours letting my mind wander over things like our old lives and worries about our new one as I listened to NoFx. At about 6:30 as the sun was leaving its crimson trail on the horizon, Stevie shot awake shouting something about zombie spiders which caused me to swerve when I jumped, which caused the ginormic van next to us to honk which in turn caused, "Shit! Stevie what the fuck?!" She looked sheepishly at me with still sleepy eyes and apologized timidly, "I'm sorry, heh I guess I'm kinda stressed out, I don't normally have dreams like that.." I tried to be angry, I honestly did but she looked so much like a reprimanded puppy that all I could do was sigh and laugh.
"Where are we?" she yawned sitting up straight. As she spoke the lights of the City That Never Sleeps became visible in the distance. "Vegas baby!" I crowed.
Stevie
I would like to take this moment, this moment right here, to say thank you to the genius who came up with the memory card, without which we would have gone through at least sixty rolls of film in the first two days in our new home. This place really does have it all. Including a tiny house for us. It sits directly in the center of a tiny cul-de-sac right in the center of Disturbia, (haha) in an older neighborhood with a sort of homey feeling to it. It belonged to Maggie's aunt or something like that but she moved down to Texas without selling it so now it's ours. I think she had problems with the neighbors or something like that, which is kinda ridiculous because on one side we have old people and on the other side an empty house. Who knows maybe the old people on the right like to party, it is Vegas...
On Thursday morning, a week after we arrived and finished moving in and getting our class schedules in order, we went job hunting. Maggie quickly found a job as a bar tender/ waitress at the Luxord Hotel while I had to be a bit pickier. I HAVE to work in a guitar store. Guitar Center, Joe's Guitar Shack, I don't care but I have to be able to play My Bass or a bass. Something, I'll even settle for a guitar I'm not very good at it yet but its something. I settled for Vegas Guitars on west Charleston Blvd. They had no problem with me playing My Bass during store hours. My job is to teach anyone who comes through the door that wants to learn to play bass. It is the greatest job in the world.
So now we have jobs, we have our schooling set up, we have a place to live, now its time we have a little fun. Hmm maybe we could go hang out it town for a bit, it is Vegas...
Maggie
"Maggieeeeeeee?!" Stevie bellowed as she came in the front door, "I'm in the living room," I bellowed back. She came in laughing, the front door is only five feet from the living room, "We're gonna piss the new neighbors off." she said giggling. That caught my attention, NEW neighbors? We were the noobs around here, "On the left side?" I asked she nodded, "Have you seen them yet?" she shook her head, "Just the car, tinted windows, older model, nothing too fancy. Probably more old people" she said checking her cell. "Oh, Tyler wants you to call him, he just sent me a colorfully worded text message. Hang on I'm going to send him one back...." She grinned impishly while I rolled my eyes. Tyler had been calling and texting me non stop since Saturday. I broke up with him weeks before we left and he seemed fine and now all of a sudden he wouldn't leave me alone! "I don't know what his problem is! Why the hell would he be acting like this all of a sudden he's pissing me off." I grumbled. "Really Maggie? Ya'll were in love why wouldn't he be freaking out? He misses you. Talk to him," she reasoned, "I was not in L-O-V-E with that boy, he was just.. just.. Aw shit Stevie I dunno." She tossed me my phone, "Talk to him, then were going out."
As it turned out the "out" she had in mind was actually the inside of a tattoo parlor. "This is your grand plan to get me to stop stressing over Tyler? A tattoo? I already have enough of those…although.." I said considering the artwork on the walls, "commemoration of our move to Vegas and our 21st birthday is in order isn't it?" this might not be such a bad idea after all. "Yup, and I'm getting my spider bites done today too." she said a bit nervously. Stevie is terrified of needles. "You sure you want to do this? You honestly want to go through with this today?" I asked skeptically. She paled a bit but set her jaw, "yeah. It's totally cool, I got it." Yeah sure she had it. Its time I chose where we went on our outings. "Okay how about this Stevie? Lets go have a few drinks and then come back a little later." She swallowed looking a little green, "Mhmm. Sure, drinks.. drinks sound good. Let's go." I rolled my eyes and we left the tattoo place and headed for a hole in the wall bar that I had applied to.
By the time we made it to the tat shop Stevie and I had to hold each other up. The tattoo artists snickered at our slurred conversation of how hot I thought Rob Pattinson was and that I'd one day be carrying his baby. Stevie just mumbled out colorful language that would make her parents proud. My body art was easy to pick, a poem from the book New Moon, the one Edward tells Bella. I decide to put it on the small of my back, just below the huge dead tree and fairy in the crescent moon collaboration. I had to admit, I was an ink junkie. I loved tattoos. And for every one I got I had the artist sign his or her name to the side. My back was almost covered now and I had a half sleeve on my left arm. It was covered in Twilight shit, Tim Burton characters and random crap. I had a metaphoric fucked up heart on the back of my neck that I drew myself. Yeah, it was emo but I liked it. Peircings were my second art form. I had the bridge and septum of my nose, eyebrow, and tongue bolted with metal. My ears covered with the shit and a Monroe.
Stevie was a needle virgin, never been touched, hence the getting trashed part. She wanted viper bites. Ha.
I straddled the chair, removing my shirt, only in my fucking awesome fuck-me-senseless hot pink and black polka dot bra. The tattooist who told me his name was Zeke coughed behind me. I snorted.
Stevie disappeared behind the back to get probed in the mouth and I was stuck with silent Romeo who was feeling up my back. If I had had another drink (Straight Vodka, none of that prissy shit) he would be a lucky man. He was cute, but too shy, I hated shy boys, they took forever to pass second base, when I'm screaming bend me over the table and make me scream "Oh, Daddy!". I know I sound like a five cent hooker, but I didn't care for that lovey dovey, abstinence, slow love making get up. I liked wild, spontaneous, drag me into the public bathroom and pull my hair, kinda trysts.
Stevie was more conservative, the poor girl got her cherry popped by Zachy boy, my big brother's friend that made you need to change your little panties every time he fucking breathed. To bad he was a bit of a freak in the sheets. He liked to spank… I know. Stevie however lives in the damn alternate universe where a guy will give her the best "O" and not ask her for head. No, guys loved that shit, more than they should.
Enter Tyler Roth. Okay, he was my lover of six years. We did the whole holding hands and cuddle thing, and after only a month I handed him my "V" card and discovered how much we loved Ribbed and Studded latex. I'll admit, I loved him, I'm a girl it was inevitable! Sue me! He was hot, sexy and had a brain bigger than a fucking goldfish. He bought me gifts, and since I was always fucking broke as a cokehead, I just gave him a wham bam thank you ma'am in the back seat of his junk of a car he called a fucking t-bird Ha! When we left high school I had to go all girly and move in with him at a craptastic apartment. Our free time was spent making sure every surface would have to be bleached. Then after two months I couldn't handle his damn lazy ass. Sure he could make my toes curl in bed, but he was good for nothing else.
I told him the day Stevie and I headed out I was leaving… via text message. Stevie wasn't pleased. But I never told her that I wanted more from Tyler. I wanted the whole house wife and kids show. A ring and a family. What? I AM A GIRL! Tyler just wanted to have me around as a girlfriend, thought marriage was too mainstream. FUCK THAT!
After a long and annoying three and a half hours I was done and patched. Zeke handed me my receipt with his number scribbled on the back. I threw it in the trash behind the counter, making a three-pointer easily. Stevie had sobered up and was fingering her first face metal as we walked to my beat up camero. I gave her the keys and got in.
Green, red, green, red, yellow, yellow, blue, yellow, green. I was kicking ass at my solo career on Rock Band. Spanish Influenza. Genius. Okay I had an obsession with Twilight. An addiction really. I had posters and knick knacks of the shit every where. Even all the t-shirts. Minus the single characters. Of those I only had eyes for Edward. I was team Edward to the teeth. Well Rob Pattinson to get technical. Stevie thought I was his number one stalker. I knew everything. His childhood, his movies, even his address in L.A. and London. I sent him countless fan-mail.
Anyways. I wasfinished with the song and decided to upgrade my alter-ego, Lizzie Borden. Okay not really. I'd use a damn shotgun to off my family. She had orange choppy hair, aviators and red lipstick. Her attire was a pinstriped vest and skinny green pants with checkered Vans.
Just as I changed her guitar I heard some fucking idiots screaming like they caught Mommy and Daddy tapping that in the damn family room with chocolate sauce and batteries included toys. Stevie started bitching from her room, complaining about the elders conducting African mating rituals. I peeked outside to see four fucktards standing outside bickering. Two of them holding back the other two. Jackasses.
I grabbed my softball bat and met Stevie at the front door. We walked outside to bitch the hell out of the fucking pricks, maybe fix their faces a couple of times. We went up to them, my bat raised. I couldn't see their faces, but I ignored that fact.
"What the hell? It's two in the fucking morning, you're gonna give grannies heart attacks you jizz monkeys!" I growled. The four mystery idiots froze. "And, I was just about asleep! God!" Stevie whined. I looked over to see her in a fucking beater and briefs. Sometimes I wondered if that girl wanted to get her ass raped. I shook my head and turned back to the dimwits. "Sorry um, these two girls," one gestured to the assholes that were struggling to rip each other's dicks off, "can't exceed the behavior of five year olds to save their lives." Finally the two bitch-fit pussies calmed and came to join our tea party. When one of them held out their hand, a little to close to my chest twins I reared back and slugged the shit out the motherfucker in the temple. He grunted then dropped.
"Holy shit!" A drop dead sexy, Fuck-me-sideways voice exclaimed. I smirked and raised the bat again. "Anybody else gonna grope this bitch?" I asked narrowing my eyes. They all took a step back. Stevie huffed and bent down to check if the perv was still breathing as I rocked out the "I'm a tough mo-fo, so back the fuck up" posture. "Help me get him inside for some ice, the baby cave woman's harmless." I choked out a laugh. The three boys hesitantly pulled their rag-doll of a friend up and followed Stevie into our home. I looked around to see no witnesses before going back inside. Stevie stood in the kitchen wide eyed and slack-jawed like a blow-up buddy. "What?" She pulled me to the corner so I could see the three boys sitting on our leather couch. I coughed as I realized who the fuck they were. "No fucking way! I jacked Max Greene in the face? This is, this is fucking historical!" I whispered. There in our microscopic living room was ETF, the hottest quadruple sex sandwich with instruments to ever breathe. And I may have offed there bassist… Smooth.
Stevie was about to make her way to the rock/sex gods when I yanked her back by her shirt. "What the fuck?!" I gave her a head to toe look. She blushed like a damn twelve year old seeing her puppy dog boyfriend naked and said "Oh." I snickered and pointed in the direction of her bedroom. I looked myself over in the bathroom mirror. I was in a shirt that had fucking my little pony printed every where and my baggiest fucking jeans. At least it showed my sweet stomach. I love high metabolisms! I pulled my butchered black hair into a nubtail and reapplied my dramatic, I might be dead, heavy eye-liner and chugged back my weight in Listerine.
Me and my bestest friend started this, um I pictured myself as Maggie, the fowl mouthed shortie with the bat, my bff is Stevie the more sane of us two. Basically its about us if we moved to vegas and met ETF. We just changed our names and appearances. Our personalities are very accurate. Hence my dirty mind and her jumpy reactions lol
Review it please, it helps me sleep at night, knowing Rob Pattinson is thinking about me and waiting until I move to L.A. to marry him lol
love your Luna!