Chapter 9

"I heard that you can find most of these guys at HYDE inside the Bellagio after the show."

"When did you hear that?" I ask Rosalie as we walk back to Monte Carlo at thankfully a much slower pace, still with all the drinks and shots in my system I manage to make it difficult.

"When you were finding your balls with one very sexy dancer," she responds.

So maybe Rosalie wasn't making a big deal out of my public display of affection with Mr. Green Eyes, but she also wasn't letting me forget it. Still, I don't give into her teasing.

"It's a little close to one."

"I scored us VIP access to HYDE. It's open bar till 2."

"Seriously?" I ask, shocked that we could actually drink for free.

"We're not in Seattle anymore, Bella," she says as we step into the tram that will take us back to the Bellagio. "It's good to be a girl in Vegas," she adds.

I bite my lip, contemplating, in all honesty I had done enough foolishness tonight to last me forever, but just as I was about to tell Rosalie that we should just call it a night I remember the promise I had made myself earlier.

"Yeah?" I ask, basically agreeing to the outing and also to getting trashed.

Her smile might be bigger then it was after I had my randevu with Mr. Green Eyes.

"Looking the way we look tonight?" discreetly she pushes her breasts together even more, "They're going to want to keep us there after hours."

I don't have time to get comfortable on my seat because soon we're at the Bellagio and walking toward the elevators that will take us to HYDE. I'm glad that I'm not as nervous I would have been if I hadn't already done something courageous tonight.

Walking in the first thing I notice are the girls that are pretty much on display sitting on top of the couches by the entrance. Security seems to be surrounding them and I stare a second longer trying to see if they are of importance. I don't recognize any of them, but they are gathering much attention by all the guys standing about.

The DJ is playing a song that is easy to dance to and most of the people in the building are. I'm tempted to start moving my own body along to the music, but I have never been a great dancer. If I could let myself think about it, I would think of how nervous I am to dance in front of all my guest at my own wedding, but rules are rules and I don't give myself a second to think about anything that doesn't have to do with tonight.

Rosalie makes her way to the bar and like I have been doing all day I loyally follow her. The bracelets in our hands let's the bartender know that we can indulge in all the alcohol we want for the hour that is left. Shot after shot, lime wedge after lime wedge, burn after burn, I indulge along with Rosalie.

"Three in a minute," Rosalie looks proudly at me. I don't want to ruin her smile by telling her that I'm probably done for the night. After all, I'm light weight and inexperienced. But I don't get a chance to tell her because soon there is a fruity drink placed in front of me. The bartender points to a gentlemen down the booth and he rises his own drink. Like I've seen it done in movies I raise mine in response.

"It doesn't make sense for him to buy me a drink when I can just get it for free," I tell Rosalie as I sip the drink I am referring to. It's strong, but still sweet.

Rosalie ignores me and raises the shot she still has left. I lift my cup again.

"A toast to last minute trips and sexy male strippers," her eyes are already glazing over as she slurs her words.

"And to the man who made this all possible," I add.

We tap glasses and I treat my fruity drink as if it were a shot and drink more than half of it.

I think I'm more disappointed then Rosalie when the night passes and I don't get to see any vibrant green eyes again.


Don't worry Mr. Green Eyes will make his way back to us (: