Vegas and a Widow [SAMPLE]

"Goshhhhhhhhh aie luvvvvv Vagassssss!"

"You're drunk Molly."

"Mebbeeee."

Molly Patricks stumbled over to a Blackjack table and collapsed into an empty chair happily. She tossed her purse onto the table at the dealer. The dealer, an attractive but powerful looking man, just slid it back across the table to her. This was obviously not the first time he had seen something like this. Molly just slid it back with drunken glee.

"Thatsh wut I'm bettingggg!"

The dealer looked at her with steely eyes. "Miss, I suggest you return to your room for the night. You've clearly had a lot to drink, and I doubt you'd be happy if you woke up tomorrow morning to find all your money gone."

Meanwhile, Daniel Patricks (Molly's husband) strode over to the Blackjack table and flopped down in the chair next to Molly. "Molly, dear, please. I think its time to head back."

"The hellllll it ain't! I'm playin' twunty onesssss!"

The dealer shook his head sympathetically. "We can get a wheelchair if you need one." Daniel smiled sadly. "I doubt she would let us get her into one." Daniel sighed. His wife loved getting drunk, and this was the third night in a row she had been smashed. At night, she was too drunk to have sex, and in the mornings she was too hung over to even have a conversation with. Daniel loved her, yes, but he would definitely be glad when the honeymoon was over and they could go back into real life. 

"Gawd ur sexxyyy Dannnnyyyy!"

Okay, well maybe the drunkness had nothing to do with the sex.

Daniel finally managed to lift his wife out of the chair and he proceeded to carry her out of the casino. She was actually a very nice weight, if not slightly underweight. A hundred-and-forty pounds at most. She would ejaculate some drunken comment every couple steps.

"Did I everrrr tell yew that muscles turnsss me onnnnn???"

Daniel was rather muscular. He liked to hit the gym every so often.

"Whoopshhh!" Molly dropped her purse and a few Benjamin's flew out. Daniel set his wife down and rushed to collect the dropped money. He didn't even know she had that much. Where did she manage to collect all that? At least three grand must have spilled out in hundreds. And there was clearly more in the purse. Who carried that much cash around? Daniel picked up Molly again (who was now gurgling peacefully) and carried her the rest of the way to the hotel room. He set her down in the bed, and proceeded to lie awake on the couch for some hours.

Molly and Daniel had met at a wedding. They were just friends of the bride and groom and ended up meeting each other. They started talking, they exchanged numbers, they started dating, they got married, and then they went to Vegas for their honeymoon. It was a pretty straightforward relationship. Admittedly, their relationship had moved along quickly. Perhaps a bit too quickly. Now Daniel was left wondering why his wife was carry such large amounts of money on her person. Eventually, Daniel managed to drift into a deep, dreamless sleep.

When Molly woke up that morninbg, she had the mother of all hangovers. Her head throbbed like--well, I won't go there. She tumbled out of bed moaning. "Honey, get me the pills." she whispered. There was no answer. "Honey?" she half-whispered half-called as loud as she dared. There was still no answer. "Maybe he just went  down for breakfast." she told herself. "Yeah..." she fumbled to get dressed, wearing a simple dress shirt and a tight business skirt. "Mhm...all business in the front, all party in the back." she told her reflection. She grabbed her room key off the night stand. Her purse...she took a quick glance towards it. Virtually all of her life's savings were in there. Unfortunately, where her purse would have been, there was just empty space. "Daniel?!" she screeched, adding to her headache. She dashed out of the room, still combing her hair and rushed down to the first floor.

"Do you remember seeing my husband leave?"

"No miss."

"Do you guys have, like, a security camera in the sixth floor hallway?"

"We do, but the security film is only viewable by the staff."

"Please, my husband is missing and so is my purse. I want to see if he took it."

The clerk leaned towards Molly, the smell of hairspray wafting around. "I would bet on it. Let me go check the security footage."

The woman disappeared for a moment and returned with a laptop. Apparently, she lived for this kind of thing. But what they saw on the screen wasn't Daniel leaving with Molly's purse. It was a man wearing a mask breaking the lock into Molly's room and entering. Then, there was nothing. Apparently, the camera didn't record noise. But a few minutes later, the masked man left, Daniel over one arm and the purse in the other.

Molly and the clerk gasped. The clerk was clearly shocked, but Molly was horrified. That was her husband. HER HUSBAND. And he had been carried off by some thug who had also taken her life's savings. Obviously, the thug wasn't holding Daniel hostage for ransom, considering he had already taken all her money. But did that mean Daniel was...

"What should I do?" Molly wondered aloud.

"I'll call the police." the clerk volunteered.

Molly didn't even hear her. Molly's thoughts were a  flurry of worry and panic. Her husband was gone, kidnapped, and most likely dead. She had no money. She was stranded in Vegas, possibly millions of miles from home. She couldn't even afford a taxi. The clerk interrupted Molly's thoughts.

"The police will be here in a minute."

"Great." Molly exhaled. "Okay. The police. What are we going to tell them?"

The clerk shrugged. "LIke I'm supposed to know? Just tell em' your husband's been kidnapped and we'll show em' the footage."

Molly nodded. Reality was sinking in slowly but surely. Tears formed in Molly's eyes. Her Daniel, her husband, the love of her life was gone. Still, she thought I better not assume the worst. After all, there is a chance that he's still alive. Out there, somewhere.