Pink Roses
# 27: Don't cheat on her.
Having been dragged to Las Vegas for a business trip by his father, Mack sat alone at the hotel bar while his father did some sucking up.
He wasn't drinking anything stronger than a Coke, not being much of a drinker in the first place. He hadn't done anything special to dress himself up, and he wasn't looking ay anyone. But apparently this wasn't a turn off.
She was young and blond, a few years older than him perhaps. She was scantily clad in what appeared to be black leather and was rather busty. Exactly the type of girl a guy might cheat with in Vegas.
"Hey there," she said in what Mack supposed was meant to sound seductive kind of voice. She hopped up on the stool next to his. "I'm Tammy."
"Hello," he replied, only because he had been raised to be polite.
"Scotch on the rocks," she told the bartender, and then turned her eyes back to Mack. "You were a power ranger. The sexy red one, right?"
"Yes," Mack answered slowly, unsure of what she meant by that. Tammy smiled, revealing a number of very white teeth. She had at least twice as many as a normal person.
"Then for you," she cooed, leaning over so that her breasts were all but hanging out of her shirt, "I'm free."
Mack was used to being hit on and flirted with, but no one had ever outright assumed that he would sleep with them. He turned bright red.
"Aw baby, don't be shy. I'm real, real friendly."
Mack raised an eyebrow and then smiled sardonically. "Yeah, I bet you are. But see, I'm engaged, and I don't think Rose would be too pleased with you if she knew you were hitting on her fiancé. And Rose, well Rose is scary when she's mad. I wouldn't want you to get on the wrong side of that. You'd probably lose a few limbs. So you can just be going now."
