Lashawna grew intrigued the moment they landed in Las Vegas. Everything seemed golden in this city.
She lost count of the amount of chapels and impersonators that rampaged throughout the city, not too mention the indescribably large hotels and the lights that blinked obnoxiously. It obviously did it's job well, it had to be something extrodinary to have gotten the attention of a teenager with the likes of Lashawna Johnson.
She sighed, running her beautiful, dark hands against the sequined and bedazzled creme dress she proudly donned.
Her excitement to her best friend, however, was simply naïve and lived in. Queen Gardel have been to Vegas too many times before to enjoy anything about the city. It was beautiful, especially when at night. The problem was she had so many bad memories here that she was just waiting for the whole trip to be over so she can go back to her life, or go back to the start of it, that is.
What annoyed her even more was the fact that Lashawna had been to the city even more than Queen herself had been. She tended to be into dramatics, but Queen swallowed that bitter pill without much of an obvious complaint because she loved her friend like she'd love a sister.
She was worried about her though. They just graduated high school, college life would be her introductory to the adult world that Shawna had claimed to want. Everyone water to be a grownup until they realized that there were bills to be paid and immaturity just won't do. Shawna was sheltered her entire life, so Queen doubted that she would know much about a reality...in every sense of the world.
Yet she was silent, thumping her finger to the silent beat as her friend's large love for the larger things in life distracted her from the real reason why they were here. Queen doubted she could really do business with Shawna, she got too distracted too easily, but she wouldn't dare telling her father that.
"Do you like the dress?", Queen asked, breaking the silence they maintained throughout their brief ten minute ride from their condo to the hotel and it's connected casino.
Shawna rolled her eyes, but quickly his her annoyance by flipping every bit of her 26 inch Malaysian body wave sew in over her shoulder and smiling. "Yeah girl, thanks!"
Queen nodded.
She acknowledged her $20.00 cold shoulder black dress and the scrappy heels she had on coldly, but soon gave her attention to the driver, who called out to her as the limo came to a slow.
"We've arrived, Ms. Gardel."
Shawna impatiently called over her shoulder, "I'm gon' get us some drinks. Go save us a seat up on the deck. I wanna drink under the stars!"
Sanchez, Queen's driver and friend shook his head, but helped both young ladies from the limo. As Shawna disappeared inside the main entrance of the building, he held onto Queen's arm.
"Don't you drink a damn thing, you hear me young lady. "
She smiled, hugging him warmly. "Wish you were able to ride with us Sanchie. The flight was so boring but father... you know how he gets."
Sanchez scoffed. "He's still and about me being gay?! Woo child, sometimes I think he's mad 'cause he can't have this honey butt. And besides, his daughter's a fag gag, so that makes up for everything."
Queen loved Sanchez. They met when she was just a fresh faced freshman in high school. Her grandmother thought it would be comical to higher a gay man to work for her father, knowing how much her son was of a homophobe, but kept him on for his vibrant personality and his sincere love for her only grandchild.
"Now you listen to me sugarcoat, you go on and thot up for me, you hear? It's your birthday, miss 18, and you need to let loose...and don't let that little stink ass heifer ruin it for you."
