Author: Moon Roses or Moony
Rating: R for language
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Recap: "Oh yeah, that place was huge. LAX in L.A. sucks compared to the club here," she yawned, suddenly tired now that she was wrapped in a warm quilt. She closed her eyes and whispered, "Hopefully Mia feels better tomorrow." Within minutes she could hear Letty's deep breathing and soon after she joined her in slumber.
Chapter Twenty Four
She was awoken the next morning by the harsh sounds of gagging and coughing. She fisted sleep from her eyes and glanced at the clock. It was a little after ten and as she threw the covers off and stood she saw Letty's back as it disappeared into Mia's room. Shorty followed her into the bathroom in Mia's room and found the usually bright eyed girl, hovering over the toilet bowl. Her eyes were red rimmed and her skin a sickly pallor. Letty was in the midst of helping her stand and trying to usher her back to her bed when she noticed her standing there. "Hey girl," she whispered, her voice sounding raw after a night of spitting up stomach acid. "Looks like I'm going to miss Vegas."
"Nah, we'll bring Vegas to you," Shorty smiled as Letty tucked the blankets around the shivering woman. "I got some cards on the strip last night, just a sec." She turned and jogged back into her room and snatched the small cards from the table. "See," she said flashing them in the air, "Ashleigh will play with us for 79.99 an hour. I wonder if she knows rummy? And Hazel here, well she's a little cheaper at 49.99 an hour but she does anything and everything so we can get her to order us food and paint our toenails."
Mia laughed despite herself, "You guys can't stay here. This is Vegas. Go, have fun."
"Mia, we aren't leaving you alone. We came together, we stay together," Letty answered as she adjusted the pillows behind Mia's head.
"I won't be alone Lett, I'll have Ashleigh and Hazel," she replied while flipping through channels on the television. "And look, Die Hard is on, Bruce Willis will keep me company. Go. You guys just need to go."
"We're staying right here."
"Letty, get out. Go, get lost," Mia answered, more forcefully this time.
"Dom would kill me if we left you here."
"What Dom doesn't know won't kill him."
"Knock on wood," Shorty cut in as she rapped her knuckles on the night table beside Mia's bed.
"Mia, we can't just ditch you. You're sick, you need us," Letty argued ignoring Shorty's comment.
Mia rolled her eyes and shifted onto her side away from Letty, "I'm the doctor in training, you can't do anything to help me. I just need rest and lots of fluids to beat dehydration, you know I've been violently ill from both ends all night."
"Ew, and that's my cue to leave. Vomit is one thing, but poop is something I don't deal with. Get some rest. If you need us, text my cell," Shorty said as she pulled Letty off the bed.
"Can you go to the M&M's store for me? I want all pink, if they have them," Mia asked as she propped herself up on her elbows.
"Sure thing, girl," Shorty grinned, and left Letty to finish with Mia.
She hopped in the shower and quickly cleaned herself. She felt bad that Mia was sick, but in a way Mia was right. There wasn't much she or Letty could do for her except hover annoyingly and bring her water every couple hours. It sucked that Mia was going to miss Vegas, but they could always make a trip back next summer. And they would know to steer clear of the sushi buffet. She towelled off while Letty jumped in under the scalding spray. Tugging on a pair of jean shorts and loose shirt, she slid her feet into flip flops and tied her hair into a messy bun.
"Ready?" Letty asked as she emerged from the bathroom already dressed.
"Yup," Shorty answered and grabbed her cross body satchel.
She swung the bag over her head and settled it on one shoulder and strode to the door. "Stay out of trouble you two," Mia called just before the door shut behind them.
"You'd think no one trusts us, babe," Shorty laughed as she nudged Letty's shoulder playfully.
Letty grinned and looped her arm around Shorty's as they made their way to the elevator. It was empty when they stepped on and the music issuing from the speakers was loud enough to increase Shorty's excitement level. They had yet to experience the Vegas strip. Sure, they had walked it last night to the Luxor, but she'd been drunk and didn't remember much but twinkling bulbs. Today, sober, and in the sunlight it was bound to be something to marvel at.
"I'm starving," Shorty groaned as she stepped into the blazing Vegas sun. "Let's get some food, and drinks."
"It's eleven in the morning, boo."
"Shit, really? We're hours behind. Come on," she answered, leading Letty down the strip in search of alcohol.
They wandered down the strip until they found an acceptable restaurant and claimed a table near a floor to ceiling window to people watch. The sidewalks were packed with people, some just stumbling back to their hotels after a long night. Shorty was amazed with the atmosphere and the never ending nightlife in broad daylight.
She was in no rush so she savoured her meal and bounced idea's back and forth with Letty. Unable to reach a set agreement they decided to wing it, accompanied by a cold beer at all times. They lingered around their comfortable table until their eagerness forced them to chug the rest of their drinks, pay the bill, and bound into the sin permeating the streets.
Their afternoon was much more laid back than if Mia had been well enough to join them. She had a habit of being overly organized and Shorty knew they would have had a schedule to follow, right down to the second. Although she would have rather had Mia enjoying the city with them, she wasn't too upset that they had no plans for the day.
When they finally made it back to their room that evening, they were full of liquor and certain they smelt like a brewery. Mia was still hidden under comforters with empty water bottles filling the garbage can next to her bed. They dumped their purchases on her mattress and picked through them slowly looking for the things they had bought for her. Shorty tossed her a couple silky tank tops and a pair of white skinny jeans before handing her a huge bag bursting at the seams.
"I should have double bagged that sucker," she said, nodding towards the pink chocolates Mia was gaping at.
"Jesus Shorty, how much did you buy?"
"About 50 bucks," she hiccupped. "The handle got stuck."
Letty faced Mia and shook her head, "She couldn't figure out how to close the gate."
"Fuck you I could, but it was stuck," Shorty argued fiercely.
"She was too drunk," Letty laughed.
Shorty rolled her eyes heavenward and collapsed on her back next to Mia. Of course she was too drunk; this was Vegas after all. However, she wasn't about to air out Letty's dirty laundry. But really, who was she to talk when she had misjudged a step in Caesar's Palace and fallen flat on her face. "Accidently" Letty had claimed but Shorty had seen how wobbly her gate had been the hour leading up to the event.
She shrugged at Mia good naturedly, "Like I'm the only one."
"You two are incorrigible."
"Huh?"
"Never mind, so what are you guys doing tonight?" she asked changing the subject.
"Tournament of the Kings. We get a whole chicken each! You think you can handle coming with us?"
Mia shook her head swiftly and reached for a half empty bottle of water. Although she still looked sickly she had a little color returning to her cheeks. If Shorty had to guess, she'd say Mia was feeling a little better. "I want to, but honestly, I'm not really feeling Vegas anymore. I just want to go home and rest up for classes on Tuesday. I'm going to keep sleeping and maybe I'll be better by morning."
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