Alfred had always liked parties. The flashing lights, dancing, food...
And Vegas? Vegas was the party. The first thing Alfred thought when he stepped out of the run-down cab was that this place is fucking awesome.
He glanced at his brother, who was trying not to hyperventilate. "Mattie," Alfred said, "Let's hit the city!"
Matthew agreed, and they both ran into the nearest casino.
Alfred had no idea what time it was, or where that hundred dollar bill went (surely he hadn't gambled it all away that fast, right?) but when he walked outside with his brother, it was dark. It looked like it had been dark for a long time now, too.
"Where's our hotel?" Alfred asked, feeling the few beers he had slugging his legs.
"'round here somewhere, eh?" Mattie answered. After a few minutes of searching, they found it.
It was ridiculously tall (But then again, everything was tall in this city) and the florescent lights along it's side were too bright for their alcohol-infested eyes to read.
"It has to be it," Matthew said. He looked around, and then spotted an employee. "Excuse me, miss," he said, tapping the girl's shoulder. "Is this the Hetalia Hotel & Casino?"
The woman in the skimpy outfit smiled a no-doubt practiced smile. "It most certainly is. Can I assist you?"
"Yeah," Alfred interjected. "We have a room here. Will you show us it?" Alfred didn't know who the girl was, but she was pretty hot. He would never take advantage of her, but if she was going to offer...
Matthew rolled his eyes. "Please, ma'am?"
The girl smiled. "Certainly," she said.
With no further ado, the boys were showed to the elevator.
"Our bags are waiting for us, right?" Alfred asked.
"They should be," The woman shrugged.
The elevator doors opened with a faint ding and the woman led them down the hallway. Everything looked too bright, but Alfred was still clutching a beer bottle and he was still smiling. Life just seemed awesome right now. Matthew, on the other hand, was wearing a pink boa he picked up from a random bar, and was swaying slightly. Alfred chuckled at the sight.
"Here we are, boys. Your bags are probably still downstairs. We'll send them up as soon as possible," the woman said, handing the two boys a key card.
Alfred tipped an invisible hat to her and opened the door with a flourish, saying that "this weekend is gonna be awesome, bro. I can't wait."
Matthew rolled his eyes and walked into the room. It was spacious and high-class, with a small kitchenette and and two bedrooms. Matthew assumed one the bathrooms were connected to the bedrooms.
"I'm gonna go pee," he told his brother.
Alfred was rooting through the fridge. "Kay," he answered, pushing aside the wine.
The characters might be a little out of character here and there, but I'm going to try to keep it as close as I can. Alfred is going to be a little more pervy then usual, and Matthew is going to be a little more...loquacious. But let's blame that on the alcohol.
There'll be another chapter today, maybe two.
See ya soon.
-Mallory
