I am loving this short story about Las Vegas! It follows a party boy in town for a business trip while he explores activities around town. You are meant to hate this character as he displays his disrespectful attitude towards not just women but life in general. At every turn, you either want to shake him or slap him as he makes his way through the evening of drinking, smoking and gambling. His night takes a surprise twist which leaves the reader cheering for the protagonist in this Las Vegas saga.
This business trip was going to be epic! Blake couldn’t wait to show up at the hotel. His boys from the office were all arriving a few days early to get down and dirty before the slew of meetings on the agenda. VEGAS BABY!
He loosened his tie as he walked into the massive hotel lobby. Heading straight to the bar, he grabbed a scotch and pounded it. This drink was made for sipping but who cares. He ordered another and went to check in at the front desk. He impatiently waited in the snaking line as one by one; the guests in front of him were called forward.
Finally, he made it to the front. Every hotel representative must have been an idiot, he thought to himself. They were talking so long! Was it training day or something? A woman finally finished and waved him over to her counter. With a huff of his breath and the roll of his eyes, he sauntered over to get his room key. After taking forever trying to locate which floor he would be on and making sure he had the best view possible, he navigated his way over to the bank of elevators.
He supposed his suite was good enough. Walking down the hallway and over to the large wall of windows, he saw the Vegas Strip situated just outside. The Bellagio Fountains were starting to turn on the lights for one of their world-renowned fountain shows set to either classical, opera or contemporary music. The Eiffel Tower was gleaming and the massive sidewalks were starting to fill with evening tourists. He threw his brown leather satchel on the couch and opened the mini bar. Taking a couple vodkas out of the fridge, he poured them in a glass and headed back down to the lobby.
His friends were somewhere on the hotel gaming floor. Guessing they were at the Craps table, he headed over as he lit a cigar. There was some shouting and applauding from around the corner and as he approached, noticed it was coming from his crew. Colt hit it big and his weekend side piece was politely clapping for him, obviously not knowing what happened.
They’ve always said- “money is the root of all evil.” So sad.