Matrimonial Mayhem

Chapter 4- Old Man's Tale

So before anything else, I have made some slight differences.... but it's just small and no biggie... enjoy...

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Keira

"Hey, BITCH!!" I did a major double take when I heard Amy call someone from behind me in the tightly packed crowd.

We were in a famous bar somewhere I honestly have no idea. You see my brain's GPS was as useful as a broken phone but all I know was that I was in freaking VEGAS!! BOOOYAAHH!

The whole club was packed with people and you couldn't go anywhere without bumping to a stranger here or there. But the area which was the most crowded was the dance floor. And guess who was the in the middle of it floundering like a fish out of water: me.

I have long since accepted, I was no dancer but I was with Amy and there was just the two of us. No scowling Ash. No condescending Cordelia. And it was FANTASTIC!

The three of them together with dear Gregory went to somewhere and they meant business right after dropping us off at the hotel. And so Amy saved me from boredom by rescuing me from my tower (a.k.a Ashton's and my suite in Caesar's Palace) and sneaked me into this underground swanky club on the Strip.

I may have had the misfortune of being born with two left feet but I couldn't help swaying and moving to the beat of the music and also there was Amy to bolster my confidence.

The music was so loud and the whole place was hot and humid but I didn't give a damn. I was a dancing queen that night. But despite the dense population down on the dance floor, I couldn't help but notice the people around us giving us quite a substantial berth after taking an eyeful of Amy.

Cool! Maybe she's a mutant! We were jumping up and down to the beat with our fingers laced together when something has caught Amy's attention among the crowd and called that someone 'bitch'.

A-W-K-W-A-R-D

I mean, look at Amy- one look from her and you would be convinced there's an angel. So you could probably imagine my surprise when she had addressed someone in such a rude manner. But then again, I'm one to talk!

Who was the one who wouldn't let a day pass without cussing?-me. Tsk! Can't really help it sometimes!

For a moment I froze and stopped 'dancing' worried Amy might just start a fight.

"I didn't know sluts were now allowed to go about defiling this consecrated place!" Someone from behind said.

I turned back and saw a petite girl almost the same build and height as I am. Her hair was cut to her chin and it was a mess, though I figured it was from dancing. And just like us she was wearing a dress but hers was far more revealing than I would have wanted for myself. Her smoky big round eyes were staring at us in a condescending way. But something about her stance was convincing me she's harmless despite the stern look she wore.

And right then and there I have thought that maybe I wasn't an expert in reading other people's personality. There she was looking haughty as if she paid all my meals everyday but something in me said she's no hostile object? Ummm, I should probably do another self-revaluation to check if something in brain had gone awry again.

"Oh please? SLUT? I didn't even know walking STD's were now partying here too! It's a shame really." Amy replied coldly.

Then the girl looked at me and said. "So who's this little whore, skank? You're shifting to being a pimp now?"