It was 1 in the afternoon and Sarah Williams was still asleep in her Queen-sized bed in her Vegas hotel room. Her phone was on silent and had missed messages and calls from 7 people, but she didn't know about that. She was still fully clothed except for her heels, which had been discarded at the door. Her head was covered by the down pillow and she probably would have slept a few hours more if she hadn't rolled over.
The bright light from the large window blinded her the moment the pillow left her eyes. Sarah woke up with a massive headache and odd pain in her lower abdominal region. Groaning she threw a pillow at the open blinds, not that it was any help. The bright sunlight still streamed in through the window, giving her a very clear view of the Olympic-sized pool below and all the scantily clad people around and in it.
"How much did I drink last night?" She wondered aloud as she tried to get out of bed without falling on the floor. Stumbling to the bathroom she turned on the shower and slowly started to undress. "I think I still have all my clothes, so that's a good sign." She mumbled to herself as she tossed her shirt on the floor. "Did I have a bra on?" Her brain was still all fuzzy.
Once she was nude she stepped into the large walk-in shower and let the hot water pour over her body. Leaning against the wall she closed her eyes and ran her hand through her damp hair. "What the hell happened last night?"
She tried hard to remember but all she saw were flashes. There were cards, slot machines, bright flashing lights, Elvis, and bright-colored drinks. None of the images surprised her really. She was in Vegas for a Bachelorette Party. She did remember meeting the others in the hotel lobby early that evening. The plan had been to bar hop until Christy was drunk enough to agree to go to a strip club. Then they were going to go shove one-dollar bills into men's thongs until the place closed or they ran out of money, which ever happened first. She had no idea if anything had gone according to plan. She was just glad she made it safely back to her room, somehow.
"I'm sure Laura can tell me what happened. She's always the responsible one." Sarah said to herself as she massaged her throbbing head. "Never doing this again..." she groaned. Honestly, she couldn't believe she had let the girls talk her into going to Vegas. But it all was being paid for by Christy's maid of Honor, who was also named Sarah, to avoid confusion everyone was calling them by their last names. Sarah also hadn't had a vacation in three years.
So here she was, in Vegas, with a hangover, and no memory of the previous night. Maybe that's why they say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. No one ever remembers what happened.
Sarah let the hot water rain over her for another 5 minutes before she grabbed the soap and started washing. As she ran the rag over her lower abdomen, she flinched. "Oww." Looking down she saw a very fresh tattoo that would be right at the top of her panties if she had been wearing any.
"What the. .." she quickly shut the water off, not even bothering to rinse. "No, no, no, this can't be happening." She rushed to the full-length mirror in the other room, not even caring that her blinds were still open.
Her mouth dropped open and then she screamed as she read the words tattooed in fancy font with black and pink ink on her stomach. "J's Pink Flapper"