Chapter 3

(ALL AUTHOR'S NOTES ARE IN THE END)

Previously on Waking up in Vegas,

"Do you know how to take a shot?" he asked, I was about to answer when I got an idea…

"Kind of, but I usually stick to cocktails," I said, pretending I was a bit hopeless. "Do you want to try?" he asked, as if he was teaching a little girl how to ride a bike. "I guess," I said my voice sounding a bit nervous, he led me to a table not far away. I fake tried to take my shot and I coughed a bit to make it more convincing. "I 'm not sure if I can," I still had half of the shot left, and I drank that a bit more easily. I could have easily taken down the entire shot, but I was planning to play with him.

"All right I think I'm getting better, how about we have a contest? I always do better when I'm under pressure," I said battering my eyelashes a bit. He seemed interested, "Alright. What are the stakes?"

I smiled, "Whoever can drink three shots the faster wins."

"Alright," he said like he was considering it, "if you win I'll introduce you to the whole Spanish team, and I'll get you free entrance passes to any club on the Strip," he said, mmm very interesting. "And if you win?"I asked.

He leaned down and said, "You go home with me." His breath on my neck sent shivers up my spine, but I recovered quickly and turned to look at him with a smirk. "Deal," I was already planning on doing that anyway. We shook hands and he led me back to the bar and called the bartender.

"What will it be Mr. Torres?" he asked with devotion in his eyes.

"Seven shots of tequila," he said with confidence, the man started serving them right away. "Could you have them taken to my table pleases?" the man nodded and Fernando led me back to the table.

"Why seven shots, Mr. Torres?" I said with a smirk. He just rolled his eyes, "Well, just in case one happens to spill, I wouldn't want you to have a reason to quit."

Just then the 7 shots were delivered to our table by a waiter, plus some slices of lemons. Fernando lined them up, three in front of me and three in front of himself.

"OK, when I say go, we'll start drinking, whoever finishes first is the winner," I simply nodded and concentrated.

"One, two, three…Go!"

I quickly grabbed the first shot glass and swallowed, I took a breath and sucked on the lime, hastily I grabbed the next shot glass and did the same, I looked over at Fernando while I sucked on the lemon and he looked very surprised, he had just downed the second glass. I grabbed the last glass and again, I shot it down my throat, I took some deep breaths and sucked on a new lemon.

"Fuck," he said, a bit out of breath as he finished his last shot, "I thought you couldn't take a shot. You hustled me."

"No I didn't, I just…no, actually, I did hustle you," I said with a big ass smirk. "How'd you learn to take shots like that?"

"Practice," when he looked at me confused I explained, "My two best friends and I used to practice in one of their houses when her parents were away." He barked out a laugh and I joined him to, I guess the alcohol was starting to wear in. After a while of laughing I remembered something.

"Hey, what about my prize?" I asked. "Come on follow me," he said with a sigh, h grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd.

We pushed our way the mass of people, but surprisingly it wasn't that hard. Well, it wasn't a surprise really, people made pass for Fernando, but hey, who's complaining.

We finally arrived at a table, in the private part of the club, and there was the Spanish national football team. Well, part of in anyways.

"Fernando, tan pronto has conseguido una chava?" (Fernando, so son and you already have a girl?) David Villa asked. I think they thought I didn't understand Spanish.

"Elejiste muy bien Nando. Esta Buena," (You picked very well Nando. She's hot!) Cesc Fabregas eyed me up. I blushed a bit, but bit my tongue to keep from laughing.

"Gracias, son muy amables," (Thanks, your very kind.) They stared at me in shock. "Yeah she knows Spanish. In fact I found I found her cussing off the bartender in Spanish at the bar," he said chuckling.

"Well, he wouldn't pay attention to me," I said pouting. The guys all laughed.

"Well, anyways, let me show you who's who, although I bet you already know,' Fernando said to me.

He started pointing at each of the boys and saying their names, "David Villa," he said pointing at the forward. "Sergio Ramos and the player winked at me. He did the same for the other 3 guys, Iker Casillas, Pepe Reina and Cesc Fabregas.

"Alright," Fernando said after he was done and we were all talking, "You met them, I've paid my debt, and now we are going to dance, come on," he said pulling my hand.

"Hey," I protested, though I went along anyway, "I wasn't done speaking to them,"

"Yeah, well I was done sharing you," he grabbed my waist and started dancing against me one the dance floor. "You know, it's a shame I didn't win, I really wanted my prize," he whispered into my ear, well, he couldn't very well whisper with the music blaring, but you get the point.

"Well, I guess you do get a consolation prize," I grabbed on tighter to his neck and he leaned down to meet my lips. When our lips touched I went blank, the only thing I registered was the softness of his lips and how good it felt to feel them move in synch with mine.

After a few minutes we pulled apart to breathe, he was smirking and he had a gleam in his eyes.

"Do you want another shot?" he asked grinning.

"Do you really have to ask?"

He smiled and led me back to the bar. After we drank our shots we went back to dancing, and we continued this pattern until we were pretty much passed out.

"Do you believe in love at first sight?" hiccup, "Or should I walk by again?" he started laughing hysterically and I just stared at him confused. Why would he walk by again? Oh! I get it! I started laughing uncontrollably too. "I get it! Funny!" I pretty much yelled at him.

He stopped chuckling and tried to look serious, but then he hiccupped again and started laughing. "No seriously, do you?"

"Yeah, I do get the joke, I'm drunk not stupid,"

"No, I mean, do you believe in love at first sight?" I thought about it for a moment.

"Well, I guess I do,"

"Well, do you love me?" he asked looking into my eyes, trying to make it a profound moment, but he kept hiccupping and it kind of ruined it.

"Yeah, sure, why not?" I said shrugging my shoulders.

"Then let's get married!"

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