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-"What happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas."-
Things had more or less gone back to normal upon Raven's return to Wayne Enterprises. She immediately continued to mentor the interns, and promptly scolded (and by scold, she yelled and punished them) for falling apart while she was away. It was like she had never left. Raven and Kory still weren't really talking to each other but, they could be in a room together without the sense that they were both trying very hard not to strangle each other. Over the month the number of glares and scoffs had even gone down. After the fight it was hard to just just forgive and forget, things were left unsaid and they let the chips fall as they may.
Dick had been elighted about the trip to Las Vegas. He had never been to Vegas before and was excited about the vacation time he would get with his friends and the love of his life, once the business part of the trip was over of course. Kory had never seen Dick so excited before, he was usually such a hard ass, it was refreshing to see him ready to party. The trip was all he talked about was for two weeks straight. It was cute at first, but then it got a little annoying.
"Are you ready yet?" he asked for the sixth time in three minutes. "I don't want us to miss our flight."
Kory rolled her eyes from the bathroom, and purposely took a long time to pack her suitcase to spite him. "We're not going to miss our flight, it's not for," she glanced at the clock. "Another four hours."
Kory moved back into the bedroom and slowly examined her suitcase, just to mess with him. She made sure she had everything she needed to prior night, and it was as neat and folded as can be. It fun watching Dick glare every time she rearranged her sweaters, or groan everytime she added a new pair of shoes. Kory couldn't help but giggle. "Alright, don't get your pantyhose in a bunch." she said playfully pulling off her suitcase off of her bed. It was a lot heavier than she had imagined. They were only going for four days but Kory was well packed for any casual or formal event plus a back up outfit and shoes.
Though Kory wasn't as vocal about her excitement, it may have even scaled Dick's. The decided not to plan to much of what they would do, a step in maintaining their semi spontaneous lifestyle. Dick had bought tickets to a performance of the Gypsy Baron at the Cox Pavillion. In the past Bruce had dragged Dick to countless operas, in which he would be asleep before the first act was over, but the Gypsy Baron was the only one he remembered actually liking. He hadn't seen it in years. The first two days were dedicated to business. They were scheduled to attend two conferences, and then work a chain of conventions. Days three and four were dedicated to bar hopping, clubbing, gambling, and all other forms of partying.
Dick was basically hopping on the balls of his feet. He scoffed when Kory had the nerve to try and lock her front door. He grabbed her suitcase. "I'm going to catch the elevator." he mumbled.
Dick kept looking at his watch on the way to the airport. They were flying commercial because Bruce had taken the private jet to San Juan two days earlier, which made Dick pretty nervous. "Will you relax. This trip is calming you down for once. That won't happen if you keep stressing out about getting there." Kory reminded him.
He ignored her. "Will you call Gar and Raven, and make sure they're on their way."
Kory scoffed and rolled her eyes. Not wanting to get into right now with Dick, she slowly pulled out her cell phone. She involuntairly began to dial Raven's number. She got through the area code before back spacing the number and calling Garfield's number. "Hey..uh huh.. yeah he is." she laughed. "No he wouldn't get paid for that. Okay...okay bye."
Dick glanced at Kory from under his sunglasses. "Are they there yet?" he asked.
"Actually there was a dilemma and a problem with the tickets, and the next two tickets aren't until Monday afternoon."
Dick almost pounded on the brakes. "What!" Kory laughed.
"I was just kidding, will you chill out." Dick grumbled something about not taking it seriously, and acting like immature babies. He remained silent and mad the rest of the ride to J.F.K airport. Kory thought it was cute when he was mad. The rest of the day didn't get much better. It seemed that little things seemed to really annoy him. The price of Starbucks coffee, the line at the check in stand, the fact that the plane arriving from the British Virgin Islands had that was taking them to Vegas had been delayed. Dick slumped in his seat outside the terminal. Kory would be glad when the plane arrived, because considering the tantrum Dick looked like he was about to throw, he needed to vacation.
Between Dick acting like a three year who had to go to the dentist, and Garfield's impatience, Kory wished she was talking to Raven. It would have been nice to talk to someone who wasn't currently loosing their mind. She wondered if Raven felt the same way. She doubted it. Raven looked perfectly content reading her book. She hissed at anyone who dared to interupt The Lair of the White Worm. Finally the plane arrived more than an hour and forty-five minutes after schedule. Even when they boarded Dick couldn't, or wouldn't, stop complaining.
"Great now our hotel check in, is going to be late." He grumbled stuffing his laptop into the overhead bin. Kory had never flown with Dick prior to that day, but she quickly learned he hated flying. Everything about it from the crappy Julia Roberts movie, to the fake stewardess in the ugly blue uniform who kept smiling. She was ready to throw Dick out of the emergency exit. Finally the six hour flight was over, but Dick's mood did not lighten. To him baggage claim took too long, as did the rental car stand, and the drive to the hotel. But even Dick's sour mood could not withstand the sight of the Luxor Hotel.
It was beautiful and out of this world. Like nothing they had ever seen before. Kory felt extra hyper, it was better than some Katy Perry video or Cameron Diaz romantic comedy. It was real. It was three dimensional. It was sharper, brighter, better. Kory dumped her bag on the floor, and pulled the curtains back. The sun was setting over the sunstrip, no pun intended, It was gorgeous. Kory dreamed about the nightlife. She already snapped a picture of welcome to Vegas sign, and was ready for some clubbing. She pulled the strap of her golden pumps over her heel.
"Ready." she said adjusting her earring. She was surprised to see Dick adjusting his neck tie? "Okay? Not what I would have chosen for black jack, but I guess it's not the strangest outfit in Nevada."
He smiled apologetically. "Sorry Kory, I can't go out tonight. The first conference is in a little bit."
"It's almost nine." she said incrediously.
"City that never sleeps?" he offered.
"It's not New York." she couldn't keep the bitterness out of her voice. She knew she was being unfair, this was technically a business trip. What was it only two weeks that he promised to be spontaneous? Old habits die hard. She sighed. "I guess you're right. We can do something some other time." she flopped down on the bed.
"No,no." he said sliding next to her. "I don't want to ruin your good time. Look it will be two, three hours tops. Why don't you and Garfield go to the casino, or a late show, and Raven and me will meet up with you later?" he suggested.
She shrugged and then smiled. "I'll get my fake i.d."
It wasn't three hours tops, or four, or even five. It was well past one in the morning, and Dick was yet to turn on his phone. She couldn't concentrate on backgammon at Ceaser's Palace, and she didn't eat her cobb salad at Stratosphere. She didn't take a single picture of her on the strip, and failed to notice the extrodanairly bright Vegas lights. Gar started the evening having a good time, but Kory was kind of a downer on his evening. She spent most of the night, checking her phone to see if Dick called, texting him, calling him. There was only so much a woman could do before seeming desperate.
Even in the midst of the bright Vegas light, Kory kept her head down flipping through her phone. Garfield rolled his eyes. He tried not to let Kory be so much of a downer on his first evening but there was an extent. He wanted to party. She wanted to go back to the hotel and wait for Dick. Where was the Kory who didn't want a relationship to compromise her independence?
She sighed again. "Maybe his cell phone ran out of power. Or maybe he got into an accident." Kory rationalized as she thought of every excuse under the sun.
Gar groaned. Enough was enough. "Kory, have you ever seen that movie He's Just Not That Into You? I didn't mean it like that." he added quickly upon seeing the look of horror struck across Kory's face. He sighed and tried again. "I just mean in that movie there was a bunch of smart, classy, and sexually appealing women, much like yourself, who wasted all their time and energy on a guy. Yes, you're in love with Dick and you can't bear to be apart for more than eighteen seconds, but he's not the air you breathe. Sometimes you're going to be away from him, and you can use that time, preferable while we're in Las Vegas, to get your sexy girl flirt on."
"Though I appreciate your gay best friend advice and attempts to get me to have a good time," she answered hooking her arm through his. "I really don't think I'm a party sort of mood."
"Gay best friend!" he exclaimed, ejecting a giggle from Kory. She tapped him playfully on the arm.
Kory leaned her head against his shoulder, as they continued on their peacefull walk. It had been awhile since they had best friend moments. "You know I love you."
Gar stopped abruptly, his jaw was pratically hitting the call girl business card littered ground. Kory looked at him questionable and followed his eyes across the streets. She sucked her teeth. There in big bright letters was Tommy Rocker's Mojave Beach. World famous topless bar. It was increbible to Kory how he'd gone from mister sensitivaty to shallow, degrading, horn dog in the time it took Britney Spears to get an anullment.
Kory stared at Gar waiting for his bugged out eyes to return to his head. "You're not really thinking about going in there. Are you?" she asked after a moment. He responded with a devilish smirk. "Gar no." she said firmly. "You have a girlfriend." she reminded him.
"Kory. I man can't survive on bread alone." he said matter-of-factly.
She scoffed. "Well I'm glad to hear the bulk of the American male population hasn't conformed to the stero typical x and y chromosome stance on monogomy.
"I'm very monogomous. But there's no harm in looking either." he rubbed his hands together eagerly.
"So you wouldn't mind it if Raven found out?"
He froze. "Hm, I think it would be in everyone's best interest if we kept this between the two of us."
"No promises." she said with a smug grin. "I can't guarantee it won't slip over coffee or something like that."
"Than I can't promise that, that time in high school that you streaked during the winter formal won't accidentally 'slip'. You know Dick and I scheduled a guy's night for this weekend."
Kory scowled at him. "That's devious. And I respect that touché. Realistically speaking though Gar, the place is packed, how do you expect to get in?" He smiled at her triumphantly and pulled a silver VIP card out of his wallet and held it in front of his face. "Where did you get this?" she asked mistified.
He placed the card in the breast pocket of his Christian Audigier jacket. It was a goddy black sports jacket with a bedazzled lion on the back. Only in Las Vegas. "I requested it at the concierge desk at the hotel. So I'd like to get in before the twilight hours. Are you going back to the hotel or care to join me?" Kory grumbled something along the lines of I'd rather take a tour of hell, before continuing down the sidewalk in the direction of the hotel. Garfield shrugged before dashing across the street.
A long line formed behind a red closed rope, and an intimating looking bouncer. Garfield ran his fingers through his hair and pushed it up to give it that sexy messy look. He inched his way to the front of the line, becoming less and less convinced that he was actually going to get in. He flashed the bouncer his VIP card, and miracuously without a flinch he opened the rope. Garfield practically skipped inside. It was like a dream. A drinking, flashing, stripping dream. It was a little less classy than he had anticipated. Crowded and noisy. Topless girls in colorful wigs and non exsistant mod style bustiers, were go-go dancing on top of table and in cages, to loud electro funk music, while bar tenders raced back and forth to keep up with the increasingly intoxicated club goers.
Gar was overwhelmed. He managed to squeeze to the bar and hopped onto a freshly available bar stool, next to a cage. "Rum and coke." he shouted to the bar tender.
The bar tender nodded and began to prepare his drink. "Hey, I'm suppose to ask you if you want to rent a private gentleman's room. Usually the prices go for four hundred dollars an hour, but because it's a slow night the prices are two hundred dollars and hour." he yelled over the pulsating music blaring out of the unseen speakers.
"Not tonight dude." Gar answered. "My girlfriend would kill me." The bar tender shrugged and nodded understandble and slipped him his drink. Gar gupped down half of his drink, and watched the plentiful bevvy of beautiful girls gyrating to a sped up remix of Beyonce's Naughty Girl. The girl energentically bouncing in the cage next to him caught his eye. She was a petite thing, wearing a bright pink page boy wig, purple lip stick, and fake purple feather eye lashes. Even under her long beaded vest, Garfield could tell she was much less busty than the other girls. An A cup definately. His eyes strained through the flashing strobe lights to her silver panties. on her exposed hip bone there was a small pink butterfly tattoo. A tattoo that seemed so familiar to him...
His eyes widened. He knew that girl. He watched her, not even looking at him. Looking at no one in particular. She swiveled her hips and dipped down low, which was amazing considering the six inch Shanghai style hooker heels she was wearing. She danced flirtaciously, and glanced at Garfield but didn't stop dancing. She did a double take and stared at him open mouthed and shocked. Then she smiled.
"Garfield Logan?" she said happily.
"Hey Terra." he said equally happy. He hadn't spoken to Terra in almost a year. Since they broke up. He was surpsingly elighted to see her, considering the terms in which they'd broken up. A million questions rushed through his mind. "How have you been?" he settled on.
She had stopped dancing now, and bent down so that she could hear him better. She opened her mouth to answer him, when the bar tender interupted her. "You keep dancing. You don't get paid to fratinize with the customers." he said firmly. Terra bit her lip, and reluctantly stood back up. She began dancing again, with less enthusiasm.
"Rent a room." she mouthed to him. He nodded and waved over the bar tender.
"I want a room." the bar tender nodded and began typing something into the computer under the glass bar. Gar pulled out his mastercard, and handed it to the bar tender. He didn't let go when the bar tender grabbed the card. "And I want her." he said nodding to Terra.
"It'll cost you extra."
"Money is not a problem." it was his turn to be smug.
Las Vegas VIP card: eight hundred dollars a night. Rum and coke: seven fifty. Secretly meeting with your girlfriend: priceless.
Garfield had always promised himself he would never become one of those digusting perverts who rented sleezy rooms in the back of strip clubs, but there he was sitting a semi circular black plush couch surrounded by dark mirrors. There was table in front of him with a stripper pole down the center. He could still hear the music outside, only more faintly. The music was vibrating the walls. He didn't plan on making Terra do anything sexual. After all he had a smoking hot girfriend, who filled all his sexual needs. This was the only way he could talk to her. He felt surprisingly nervous and anxious. For not one second did Raven even cross his mind.
He jumped up at the click of the door knob. A presummable security guard opened the door and let Terra in. He felt his heart thumping inside his chest. Terra stepped inside the room and waited for the security guard to shut the door. When they were finally alone she jumped into his arms and hugged him. She still smelled like coconut and lime. Terra had always reminded him of the beach.
"How have you been? What have you been up to? What are you doing here?" she said pumbarting him with questions. Same old irratic Terra.
She let go of him and smiled. Sitting down next to him. Her skin and chest glistened with silver flecks of gitter. She sweetly batted her purple feathered eye lashes. "Me? What are you doing here?"
"Oh well, I began moving around the country. Trying different things and trying to find a lifestyle that I was sure I wanted to spend the rest of my life. Some places were good, someplaces were bad, some were fantastic. Anyways about four months ago I managed to make it here to Las Vegas, and I loved it but living here costs a little bit of money and when I got here I was broke. So I met Samantha, she's a dancer here, and she needed a room mate. So she got me a job and an apartment, so here I am." Said with a small smile.
Terra had always been so brash and not ashamed of anything. "How could you be ashamed of living a certain way, or doing what you needed to do to survive?" she would always say. Most shrewds of Manhattan, or most parts of the country, would frown upon her being a stripper, she would shrug it off and tell them that they were entitled to their opinion, and then proceed to win them over with her charm.
She shifted uncomfortable, before smiling at him shyly. she scooted next to her, so their faces were mere inches apart. He could smell her strawberry shampoo even under her wig, and her minty mouth wash. She perked up her barely there chest. All the memories of them came flooding back. Their weekends on Long Island. The trip to the fair. The New Years eve at Times Square. His breathing shallowed. His lips quivered. He fought the powerful urge to kiss her. Things had always been so easy with Terra, up until the end. He didn't need to try so hard to break walls for her.
"I'm with my girlfriend." he said his voice above a whisper. Her face fell and she moved a few inches away from him.
"Oh." she said not trying to hide her disappointment. If only momentairly. She smiled again. "What else have you been up to?"
Even the most innocent of questions could prove to be dangerous.
Kory had woken up at the crack of dawn, well at the crack of eight o' clock. In a half hour she'd managed to eat breakfast, have coffee, take a shower, get dressed, and apply makeup. She was determined to beat Dick. But when she knocked on his hotel room, he was already gone. That was it: Kory's day was irrevocable ruin at approximately eight thirty three AM. Kory cursed her way back to the dining hall and plopped into the seat across from Garfield. He looked a mess. His forest green eyes were blood shot, his hair was undone and disshelved, and was he wearing the same shirt he'd been wearing yesterday? Kory was in too bad of a mood to notice.
"Am I being unreasonable? I mean I knew from the get go that this was techinically a business trip, but the most I saw of Dick since we got here was at the luggage claim. Don't get me wrong I know he's working hard and I support everything he does, but I mean can't he schedule time for a drink or something equally simple." she was responded with a groan. "Gar are you list- whoah! What happened to you? You look like hell." she said reaching over for his bowl of fruit.
He picked up his empty coffee mug and poured more of the hot liquid from a silver coffee pot that was sitting on the table. "Did you just hijack my fruit salad?" he said pouring two packets of white powdery splenda into his cup and stirring it with a spoon. "Yeah, I had a late night."
"Late night? Don't you mean an early morning? When I went back to the hotel it was almost two in the morning. How late did you stay out?"
He shrugged, and stuck his fork into a stack of thick french toast. "I crawled back to the hotel around four or five."
He hesistated. Should he tell her? Kory had been his best friend for years, he could trust her. It's not like if he told her about his expensive late night rendevous with his ex girlfriend, Kory would go running to Raven with the information. Besides that is was totally innocent. They just spend the night talking and catching up. It was like it was in the honeymoon part of their relationship. There was no reason he needed to keep this a secret, right? If that were the case than why was he so hesistant to tell his closet friend?
Kory wasn't dumb. She knew almost immediately that something was wrong with Garfield. His movements were rigid, and he seemed very distant. Kory narrowed her eyes. "Gar-" she started slowly. "Is something you want to share with me?"
He stopped mid bite. "Share? Like what?" he asked somewhat nervously. Oh no! She knew! He didn't know how, but she knew.
"Well, I don't know. You seem...tense."
Gar sighed and let his fork clank down on his plate. Suddenly he wasn't hungry. "I ran into Terra last night." he said rather darkly.
Kory almost choked. Suddenly Garfield remembered why he had a hard time telling Kory about Terra: Kory hated Terra. It wasn't always like that. At first Kory generally accepted Terra. They hung out on a few occasionsions, but then again Kory was a noramally caring and friendly person. After awhile woman's intuition kicked and Kory's friendly disposition was replaced with hard glares and sneers. She would excuse herself from the apartment whenever Terra was there. Kory knew that she was cheating on Garfield. Appearantly she didn't like it.
"What!" she managed to stutter out.
"Kory-"
"It all makes sense now! It all makes sense! I thought you seemed weird, and it's because you saw that skanky hoe bag. Garfield I'm warning you: DO. NOT. GET. INVOLVED. Nip this- whatever this is before it gets started and gets you into a lot of trouble with your girlfriend. You remember Raven your girlfriend."
Garfield sucked his teeth. He was too tired for amom lecture right now. "Since when do you care about Raven so much? You two aren't even speaking!" Kory's face softened. He sighed. "Kor, I'm sorry. Look I really don't want to get in a fight with you. It's just-" he groaned. "I'm so confused. This situation is confusing and surprisingly complicated."
Kory shrugged. "So uncomplicate it. You ran into your ex girlfriend at a strip club in Vegas, no harm done. I suppose this had to have happened to someone else in the world before. It was a one time deal, right?" Garfield said nothing. "Right?"
"Well-"
"Gar!"
"Just hear me out." he said. "Yes, I ran into Terra last night and I actually had a good time talking to her. She gave me her address and number in case I just wanted to hang with her while I was here."
Kory stared at him incrediously. What. An. Idiot. Never for any reason should one call or visit their ex girlfriend behind their current girlfriend's back. It was a sure fire way to get into serious drama, and Garfield and Raven had already had their share of ex boyfriend drama. "You know what I'm going to say."
Before Garfield could defend himself, both of their cell phones rang simultaneously. Kory gave Gar one last disapproving look before answering her cell phone, while Gar tended to his text message. To her unending excitement it was Dick.
"Hey Dick...No, I thought maybe I'd go shopping or something...no, I'd love to...so see you in twenty...great see you then bye." Kory clicked off her phone. "Please tell me that was from Raven."
He rolled his eyes and prepared to respond to the text. She sighed and stood up connected her purse strap to her shoulder. "Well, Dick found time for me for lunch, so I don't really want your problems to be a downer on my day. I hope you know what your getting yourself into." she said exiting.
Yes, Kory was choosing to believe in her heart that Garfield Logan was responding to a text from Raven, but in her mind she knew: Raven wasn't into text messaging.
Garfield had not said an entire word all of dinner. Whenever Raven even tried to make conversation with him, his response would be vague or he ignored her completely. It was starting to anger her. It was day three of their trip and this was the first she'd gotten him alone and he was acting like he didn't want to be there. At least she was making an effort. He could not care less. Secretly Garfield was thinking about the afternoon he had spent with Terra. While Raven was attending an unexpected buyer's showroom, he went all over town with Terra. He didn't even feel guilty about it. Uh oh.
"Hey Raven." came an unexpected British accent. Garfield glared up Malcolm. Damn it. He forgot that Criss Angel wannabe had a Las Vegas gig. Raven stood up and he hugged her. Garfield felt jealousy bubble up inside him. Malcolm turned to Gar. "Hey..."
"Garfield." he reminded him bitterly.
"What a small world." he said sitting in the vacant chair next to Raven. Who invited this guy.
"Claustrophobic." Garfield answered. His words went unnoticed as Malcolm and Raven played catch up with each other. This game went on for the next twenty minutes. Finally Gar excused himself to the bathroom. When he returned he stood a distance from the table watched angry and paralyzed as Raven was sitting close to Malcolm listening intently to whatever amazing magiacian's story he was telling her. Malcolm had his hand on Raven's thigh. The thigh was Raven's turn on spot.
Garfied marched back and sat down. Malcolm removed his hand from Raven, who didn't seem to notice he had ever been touching her. Garfield had to listen to Malcolm's story about some fucking stupid magic disagreement that him and david Cooperfield had gotten into, that he had disproved. "Well, I have a late show tonight, and I have to be back by eleven." he stood up. Finally. Raven stood up with him.
"Raven." he said kissing her on the cheek. "Yoou should come see my show before you leave. It's not like anything I've ever done before."
"Definately." she said. Garfield scoffed. Why was she making promises to him. He ignored the fact that she was probably just being polite. Garfield allowed his insecurities to override the fact that Raven and Malcolm had been together for six years. He was her first real boyfriend, and probably her first love. Malcolm was a wealthy magician. He was dark like her, and probably way more compatible with her than he was. In the back of his mind he kept feeling Malcolm was the better man.
Raven sat back down, and took a sip of her martini. "What the hell was that?" Garfield growled as soon as Malcolm was out of earshot.
"What?" she asked innocently. "We were just talking." she was getting tired of him not trusting her and her having to defend herself.
"Right, and was second base part of the conversation?" he bit.
"What the hell is wrong with you? What are you talking about?"
As if she didn't know. "He had his hand on your leg."
"No he didn't." she said very convicingly. Wow, she really hadn't noticed, that or she was a very good liar.
"Yes he did! But you probably were too busy undressing him with your eyes to notice." he shot at her.
Now she was mad. "What is your problem? It's not like I fucked him. You know, I don't know what's gotten into you but I don't think I like it."
He sat up straight furious. "Then why don't you! Why don't you meet him in his fancy magic show and fuck him stupid, like some desperate groupie, and I'll go fuck some other girl!" He didn't mean to allude to Terra, but it wasn't like Raven knew about her. He was just so mad about Malcolm. If every part of her belonged to him, and no part of her even a small part wanted to be with Malcolm she would have turned him away, instead of welcoming him on her date. In her defense Garfield had been ignoring her at dinner, and at least someone wanted to talk to her.
She was tired of fighting. She leaned back in her seat and took another sip of her martini. She said very casually, "Then why don't you."
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Raven wasn't perfect. She shouldn't act like if the relationship were to end she'd be the one to end it. He could cheat on her too. He stood up. "Maybe that's a good idea." Raven didn't even watch him, as he stormed away.
Kory's date with Dick had been over the moon. She had never been to the opera before, and even though Dick was more into actually watching the Gypsy Baron, than talking to her but after his attention was all on her. Despite still being in their formal evening wear they went for burgers at the Hard Rock Cafe. The waitress didn't even respond to their over apparel. But then again they were sitting two tables away Marilynn Monroe and Elvis Presley.
They returned to their hotel room, for drinks in Dick's room. Kory shimmied out of her dress and stretched across his king sized bed and down comfortor in her strapless black bra and lace panties. Dick lounged in his dress shirt and boxer. He popped a bottle of champange, and watched Breakfast at Tiffany play out on TNT.
"Don't you think Katherine Hepburn was just so glamorous." Kory said throwing a piece of popcorn in her mouth.
"Hm, glamorous yes but Jayne Mansfield was so hot." he answered. She repsonded by playfully tossing a handful of popcorn at him.
This was the kind of relationship she wanted. Nothing planned, just hey babe want to watch a movie. They called the kitchen to bring up popcorn and champagne and didn't even bother to chek the on demand movies, just skimmed through the cable to watch whatever was on. Dick stood up and went into the bathroom. Kory hopped off the bed and pulled on a silky bathrobe. She decided that the ice bucket needed to be refilled.
She scanned the area for the room key. "Dick, where's the room key?" she yelled to him.
"In my brief case." he shouted back. Kory hopped over a small pile clothes and opened the brief case that was laying on top of a desk. She sighed. Dick's briefcase was a mess, indicating he had been rummaging through it over the course of the two days. Kory shook her head and took it upon herself to straighten the papers, while digging for the key. Knowing Dick it was probably at the depths of his brief case, or not even in it at all. While digging through a colorful chart like paper caught her eye. It had Dick's name on it and some Paolo Saint Calireè. Kory's eyes furrowed. Then widened with shock as she realized it a paternity test, taken...almost three months ago!
Three months ago! Confusion and anger battled each other out in her mind. Anger was winning.
"Did you find it?" Dick asked her coming out of the bathroom. Kory spun around waving the papers.
"What't this?" she asked accusingly. Dick's eyes flashed toward the papers and then to Kory. He remained silent. That was all the proof she needed."I'm waiting."
He said gravely, "Where did you get that?"
"Is that all you can say!" she yelled.
"What do you want me to say?" he shot back.
She scoffed and let her arms fall at her side. The evening had been perfect up until thirty seconds ago. She was deciding if she wanted to pick her battles or not. This time she was choosing to fight. "The truth would be nice." Kory bit. "Why did you have a paternity test taken? And why didn't you tell me about it?"
Dick shook his head, and sat on the side of his bed. He didn't say a word. "Dick?" she said moving in front of him. "You have nothing to say?" she tossed the papers at him.
"He wasn't mine." Dick said quietly.
Kory was stunned. Where all the men in her life complete idiots? Appearantly. She started clapping manically. "Well, congratulations you're not the father. Dick this isn't about a possible past mistake, the point is you kept it a secret from me."
Dick stood up. "So when would have been the appropriate time to tell my current girlfriend that I possible fathered a foreign kid whom I never met." It was meant to be mocking.
"Anytime! Last night when we went for drinks you could have brought it up, or maybe last week when we went to the movies. How about that time we were watching Maury and they were revealing DNA test, you could have turned to me and said 'hey I had to take one of those, once'! No, instead you opted to never bring it up. You lied to me. I told you I was married, and after all of that you still don't trust me enough to be honest with me. What happened to nothing being between us? Did that mean nothing to you?" she didn't feel like crying for once. She was too disappointed to cry.
Dick sighed and flopped back onto the bed. He put his head in his hands. He felt terrible. Damn his insecurities. He looked up at her. "It means something. It does." he told her.
She shook her head. "How do I know you're not lying to me now?"
He didn't have an answer for her. He just sat helplessly as she walked away.
Raven had never been the type to feel bad about things. She who she was, unapologetic. She didn't like this guilty feeling at all. After her ruined date with Garfield she went back to her hotel and tried to blame the whole fight on him. She wanted more than anything to be mad at him, but the pettiness of the whole ordeal was shameless. It kept her up last night, which she hated. After tossing and turning for several hours, she decided to...apologize the first thing in the morning. Although he had been in the wrong for overreacting to her chat with Malcolm, she supposed she could have dismissed Malcolm as well. One of them had to be the bigger person. Besides once this nonsense was behind them, they could enjoy their last night in Las Vegas together. Perhaps go to a private burlesque show, she did look good in a bustier.
She didn't wait for her hair to dry before heading towards the elevator. Sure if she didn't blow dry it now, her hair would be stuck in volumes of raven colored waves, but there were more important things to worry about. She knocked on Gar's door.
"Garfield it's me. Open the door." she said. Not response. She knocked again. "Please open the door. I wanted to...apologize." Still nothing. Raven was loosing patience. She was beginning to think her was ignoring her.
"Gar open the damn door!" She did not risk voluminous hair so that he could ignore her from the inside of a hotel room. Before she could have a Hulk moment on his door, the door swung open except, to Raven's utter shock, it wasn't Garfield on the other side. It was a scanttily clad blonde girl. She wearing one of Gar's dress shirts, and appearantly nothing else. For once Raven was too shocked to say anything. She just stared.
The girl stared back at Raven. She was beginning to wish she had grabbed some pants before answering the door. This first thing she noticed about the woman knocking on Garfield's hotel room was that she was gorgeous. "Um," she started awkwardly. "We're not ready for house keeping so you might want to come back later."
The broke Raven from her reverie. "I'm not the maid." she snapped. "Who the hell are you?"
"Who are you?" Blondie asked.
"I asked you first."
Raven had never felt such jealousy before. Anger yes. Jealousy no. She really couldn't believe that Garfield had meant what he said about cheating on her. With some flat chested Vegas townie. Wasn't the point of cheating to cheat on someone more hot than the person you're cheating on? If that were the case he had down cheated. Goodness, she would have been less mad if he would have had an affair with Jessica Simpson, or someone as equally stupid.
"Oh, I'm Terra." she said smiling. Gar's ex girlfriend. He had always told Raven what a psychotic bitch she was.
"Well, what the hell are you doing here?"
Terra smiled shyly. Oh, this morning was just getting better. "We...we got married last night."
Raven almost choked on air. Married? They got in a little fight, and he relatiated be getting married? She clutched onto the door frame to support herself because her feet could no longer do it for her. "Excuse me?" she manged to gasp out.
Terra didn't know what to say. Her eyes went from Raven to Garfield who was returning down the hallway. He was extremely hung over and had went to the gift shop for aspirin. He saw Terra standing half naked in the doorway, with Raven in front of her, He froze. Raven spun around, pure rage cursing through her. She was pissed. The kind of mad when you're so mad that all you can do is shake.
She stomped away from the door. "You incredible bastard!" she yelled brushing past him. He grabbed her by the forearm, and turned her so that she was facing him. She ripped herself from him. "Don't touch me!"
Man he felt stupid. "Please just give me five seconds to explain." she began counting the seconds on her fingers. "After we had that fight last night I was mad so I went to Terra's and we went to a bar and I got trashed. I swear I was drunk, and I wasn't thinking right." his words came out extremely rushed. Raven wasn't accepting it at all. She had been wasted a thousands times in her youth, but she wasn't married.
She held out her hand in front of his face. "Oh look at that five seconds!" then she slapped him in the face. Although he knew he deserved it, it didn't mean he was any less shocked. "Don't ever try to call me again!" she growled at him, and marched off to the elevator.
Kory was right, ex girlfriends were trouble.
Kory was beginning to accept the fact that she may be a problem drinker. Some people chose solve their relationship problem with sad movies and ice cream. Some found rebound dates. Right now Kory had a date with Jack Daniels. She did a few shots and began to feel buzzed. At this point buzzed wasn't enough, so she ordered another round of shots. After her confrontation with Dick last night she spent the night in the bubble bath trying to make sense of it all. That morning she'd left her cell phone, grabbed her purse and wondered around the Vegas strip aimlessly. It was late now, and she a flight to catch tomorrow afternoon. She didn't care if she had to fly back to New York with a massive headache. She didn't care about anything right now.
She flagged down the bar tender and orderd malt whiskey. "Another? Haven't you had enough?"
"When I've had enough I'll let you know." she said bitterly. Maybe she did have a bit too much. The bar tender shrugged and placed the hard liquor in front of her. A sleek body sat in the stool next to her. On a sober day she would have been surprised. "What are you doing here? I thought you hated me."
Raven placed her black clutch on the table. "No, my hatred for your ass hole best friend took up the rest of my hatred." she took a shot off of the tray in front of Kory.
"Oh goodness. What did he do know?"
Raven laughed mockingly. "He got married."
Kory choked on her Jack Daniels and nearlly spit it onto the floor. Raven handed her a napkin. "He did what!" she coughed wiping her mouth with the napkin. Raven nodded and took another shot. "Guys are such...such-"
"Ass holes." Raven finished for her, and took another shot. She was beginning to feel buzzed as well. "I hear you sister. What did Dick fuck up this time?"
Kory drunkenly grabbed Raven's shoulder and laughed stupidly. "He possible fathered a child, and didn't tell me about it. Idiot."
Raven and Kory spent the rest of the early evening drinking heavily and sharing anti testosterone stories. Maybe it was the fact that they were both furious with their boyfriends, or maybe it was the alcohol, but they bonded. It wasn't like the friendly way they had bonded before, it more sisterly. The were not only closer than they had been in months, they were closer than they had ever been, period. Suddenly all that fighting didn't matter anymore. But then again they were drunker than Lindsay Lohan on a Thursday night.
Raven sipped on her second, or third, Long Island Ice Tea. "They... their all soo, stu-pid." Raven hiccuped.
"Yeah." Kory agreed, not really hearing what she had said. "They think all our problems can be solved with their penus."
Raven laughed. "One ti-ime. I was mad at Mal-colm, and he tried to get on my go-ood side by seducing me-e. It's like...I'm mad not hor-ny. I don't want to fuck." she started laughing drunkenly again. She leaned into Kory and said quietly, "Although you know he was really good at giving head. He did this thing with his tongue, when he..." she looked around to see if anyone was listening. The bar tender standing close by had become surprisingly rigid. Raven cupped her hands into Kory's ear, and whispered. Kory started laughing.
Kory felt so much better. "I have to admit...they don't call him dick for nothing." They both started laughing. "You know what fuck guys."
"Yeah, fuck guys." Raven said standing up and stumbling a bit."Yeah fuck you." she told a random man walking by. He responded by tossing her a dirty look. Raven sat back down."Who needs them."
"I don't." Kory said. "Guys should be sent to some...other planet or something. I heard that they were from Jupitor or something. You think it's true." Raven shrugged.
"Probably. Okay to-day I'm vowing off of men. I have me, myself, and I, and my bestest friend Kory." she said pushing her drink aside.
Kory shot up suddenly. "That's a-great idea. No more men. I'm gonna become a lesbian."
Raven gave her a strange look. "I was just going to become asexual. But that's a good idea too."
It was going to be a long night.
James Madison Presents, was perhap the only gentleman's club in Las Vegas, or maybe the entire world, that didn't feature mostly naked girls. In fact there were no girls there at all. James Madison Presents was a club where men could be men, without their horrible nagging girlfreinds or wives, schreeching in their ear. Dick had really screwed up with Kory, and although he didn't have a lot of guy time with Garfield prior to this, he wanted someone to side with him on this. Raven sure as hell wasn't going to do it. He sat in the leather cocktail chair, his beer sat untouched on the card table in front of him.
Hm, he'd always imagined James Madison Presents to be, well less boring. The smoky haze of cigar smoke lingered over him like weed smoke in a Amsterdam cafe. The Godfather was playing on wide screen television, that he could through the class wall, while a large group of guys were huddled around the Lakers game in another room. Dick hung out in the loung waiting for Garfield. A young waitor arrived with a cigar on a silver platter. Dick silently accepted it.
Thick, cut, Cuban. Kory dispproved of smoking of all kinds. He looked around. Kory wasn't there. Perhaps to secretly spite her, Dick pulled out his now rarely used zippo, that he once frequently used back when he smoked. He watched the cigar turn a bright red color, and then stuck it in his mouth. Ah, freedom.
"Hey." came Gar's voice. The first thing that came to Dick's mind was that Garfield looked like hell. His shirt was wrinkled and untucked, his jacket was tossed over his shoulder. Gar practically fell into the chair across from him, as if he were about to fall over and die. He was also out of breath, like he'd just run a marathon.
"You look like shit." Dick simply stated.
"Thanks." he answered sarcastically. He leaned his head back. "Do you know it's way harder to get a divorce in Las Vegas than it is to get married?"
"What?"
"It's a long story." Garfield sighed. Dick pushed his virgin beer towards Gar. "No, thank you. I'm never drinking again ever. You see I ran into my ex girlfriend extremely recently and...well in a drunken and brief lasp of judgment we got married at the drive thru place Britney Spears got married in. Raven was pissed."
Dick chuckled. "I can imagine. He pulled open the pack of cards. They were labeled: My girlfriend is Better than Yours. "But I'm tired of talking about woman troubles. You want to play?" he asked. Garfield nodded. Dick read the rules. "So each card has a questin regarding one's girlfriend. Who ever's girlfriend applys most to the question the boyfriend wins the card. Whoever had the most cards at the end wins."
"Easy enough." Garfield said pulling the first card off of the shuffled deck. "What is your girlfriend's SAT score? Interesting. Raven scored a 1591."
Dick groaned. "Kory got a 1502."
"Is that what she told you." Garfield said smirking sliding the card to his side.
Dick responded by picking up the next card. "What is your girlfriend's bra size? Ha ha 36 C."
Gar sighed. "34 B."
Dick silently grabbed the card, not trying too hard to hide his undeserved sense of accomplishement and pride. The game continued for awhile, and Dick and Gar were evenly matched of the stupid questions. Dick got who was better with children and who had the longer legs, but Garfield quickly won with who had the smaller waist and who read the New York Times more times a month. Like most things in life the game quickly became less fun.
Dick sighed not in much of a mood to answer anymore questions. They were making him feel like an even bigger ass hole. "What...what is the nicest thing your girlfriend ever did?" he sighed again. "Well, that's a hard one. There...are so many nice things Kory has done. Like-like the time I had the flu and was on self quarantine, Kory risked contamination to bring me hot soup. Or whenever I'm having a bad day she offers to rub my shoulders to relieve the tension."
"Well, this one time I had to write a sixteen page doctrine, and my computer crashed and erased the whole thing the night before I had to turn it in. Raven came right over and stayed up all night, helping me rewrite it. Hell she pretty much wrote the whole thing." There was a silence between them. "Oh my God.: Gar said after awhile. "We are idiots."
"Complete idiots." Dick agreed anxiously.
"There's this saying-a rule or something, that in life people have like eighty percent of the things that they want, and so they go looking for the twenty percent that hey don't have and actually end up unhappier because they gave up their eighty percent for the twenty." he closed his eyes and snapped his fingers. "What's it called? It's in the back of my mind."
"The eighty-twenty rule?" Dick suggested.
"That's it! The eighty-twenty rule. Raven is so great, in her own special freaky way. Yeah sure when she's mad she has a tendency to break things, expensive things, but so what. She is everything I'm not. She's smart, and serious, and sarcastic. Oh my God, she completes me! And I probably fucked up my chances with her." Gar said panicked.
Dick slammed his half drunken glass of beer on the table. "Kory is the most wonderful person I have ever met. Ever. She is the only person who had ever made me feel like I'm not crazy, and the only thing she asks of me in return is for me to be honest with her, and I can't even do that." he stood up. "Gar do you know what we have to do right?"
Gar stood up as well. "Get naked?"
"Yea- what?" Dick said. He had assumed they were on the same page. "No, we have to apologize. We have to apologize for the all the stupid things we've done in the past, and probably will do in the future. we have to go get our women back."
Gar swung his jacket around his shoulders. "What are we waiting for?"
Dick timidly knocked on Kory's hotel room. They had been knocking for more than ten minutes, with no response. They could hear the blasting stereo through the door. Dick was ready to bust in the door. Garfield reasoned with him, by taking out a skeleton key. He slid in the key slot and watched the light flash from red to green. Dick gave him a questioning look. "You have to ask the right people." Gar explained.
Dick responded by shaking his head. He didn't want to know. He pushed the door open, and peeked inside. "Kory? Raven?" he called inside. He opened the door completely and he and Gar stepped inside. What they saw shocked them.
Kory usually perfectly tidy and organized hotel room was littered with various articles of clothing. Empty shot glasses were thrown about the room, and the t.v was on some MTV station. The most shocking was definately Kory and Raven wasted like nothing they'd ever seen. Their clothes were horrible wrinkled and they were jumping on the couch, Kory had a champagne bottle clasped in her palm.
"Blame it on the goose, got you feelin' loose! Blame it on the petrone, got you in the zone! Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol! Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol!" They belted out drunkenly. "Blame it on the vodka! Blame it on the henney! Blame it on the blue tap got you feeling dizzy blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol!"
Dick and Gar stood absolutely shocked in the doorway. Dick had never seen Kory drunk before, it had even beem awhile since he'd seen Raven as heavily intoxicated as she was. He torn his eyes from the two girls hopping on the couch, and low and behold the Jamie Foxx video was playing in the background. Kory's hair was tangled and knotted, and Raven's skirt was hitched dangerously high. Neither of them were wearing shoes. Raven turned around and caught sight of the two clearly beconfuzzled men standing paralyzed in the door way. She tapped Kory on the shoulder. She also turned around. Instead of going into defensive mode like he had half expected, they smile mischeviously.
Kory hopped onto the carpeted floor with a thud. Raven broke out into a fit of giggles. "Well look who decided to drop in." she said taking a swig from the half empty champagne bottle. She stumbled over to Dick and draped her vacant arm over his shoulder. He could smell her alcohol stained breath. God, how much did she have to drink? She was practically sweating grey goose.
Dick found himself oddly aroused. Kor was usually pretty conservative-well conservative enough. He'd never seen her so wild. He dared himself to steal a glance at Garfield, whose eyes were glue to Raven'sincreasing cleavage. "Kory," he said picking up her arm and placing it by her side. "Your drunk. I think I should take you home."
She looked disappointed. "What's the matter? You don't want to party?" she smiled at him in attempts to be sexy. "I'm wearing very expensive panties." she turned around and picked up the edge of her skirt and shook her butt. She slowly inched her skirt up until it reached mid thigh. "Don't you want a peek?"
Dick watched his mouth slightly open. A nudge from Gar reminded him of the objective. "Kory." his voice came out more moan like than he would have appreciated.
Kory put her arm around Raven's shoulder. The height difference was obvious when neither of them were wearing heels. "Raven, the boys don't want to party with us."
"Good." Raven said. "I'm a lesbian anyone." Raven and Kory snickered stupidly. Garfield and Dick exchanged questioning looks. The evening was getting stranger and stranger. "You know what Kor Kor?"y
"What Raven?" Kory said giggling.
"I don't want to party with them anyways."
There was a brief moment of silence before Kory and Raven borke down into a hysterical fit of inappropriate laughter. "I'm so glad that my ex boyfriend is a cheating ass hole. If he wasn't we would have never become friends. Again."
Garfield stepped up. "Raven, I'm taking you back to your hotel right this instance." he said uncharateristically firm. His face soften when he saw Raven's infamous scowl. "Please?"
"No!" she said. Garfield grabbed her by the forearm and began to pull her towards the door. She pulled herself out of his grasp. "Get your hands off of me! I'm not your whore!"
The door still open, and two old ladies passing by caught the last part of the conversation and sent Garfield disapproving looks. He smiled apologetically before closing the door behind him. He motioned for Dick. Dick moved over to him, and watched Raven grab the champagne bottle from Kory and chug a good portion of it down. Garfield sighed exhaustedly. He had never been the best at handling drunk girls. "This is not working. They are obviously not going to go with us, and their too wrapped up in their drunken raw raw girl power, anti male establishment, feminist sisterhood to even consider accepting an apology from us. So I think maybe we should our gameplan."
Dick nodded in complete understanding. "Agreed. We get our respective best friends, and fix the problem with our respective girlfriends later. Preferable when all the liquor has dissolved into their blood stream."
They turned back to the girls, who were huddled together whispering and giggling about broke apart when they noticed Dick and Garfield had become silent. "Um Raven sweetie." Dick started as peacefully as he could. "You are drunker than a fish right now, and we have a meeting tomorrow." he lied. "Sorry."
Now she looked disappointed. "Aw. Really?" she sighed and turned to Kory. "Kor Kor, I had so much fun. And I have never this to anyone, but I love you man."
"Aw I love you too. Kory said. The most unexpected thing happened next. Like a scene out of Cruel Intentions. Kory leaned into Raven and kissed her square on the mouth. Not a friendly peck on the lips, but a full blown girl on girl tongue kiss. Garfield and Dick looked on absolutely stunned. They had never been so shocked in their entire lives. It was completely unexpected, out of character, and totally hot. They were too stupified (or maybe turned on) to break them apart. When Kory and Raven finally did pull apart, they went into another giggle fit. No neither of them were lesbians in any way, shape, or form but it was still thrilling. Especially for Kory as it was her first girl girl experience. Raven on the other hand, had made out with plenty of chicks in her wasted teenage hay day.
"Kiss her again." Garfield said dreamily. Dick nudged him in the rib. This was getting ridiculous. He scopped Raven into Arms bridals style, and threw her torso over his shoulder. He slammed the door in his wake.
Raven continued to laugh stupidly. "Now I know why you like Kory so much. She's a good kisser."
Dick sighed. "Oh, Raven." he said pushing her into her own room, and throwing her onto the bed. "Shut up."
This took me forever to type. No Kory and Raven are not gay, their kiss was for comedic purposes only. I got a job and have a ton of summer homework for A.P history so I don't know when I can update again. This is the longest chapter I have ever written, but the next chapter is suppose to be very very long.
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