Speak To Me

Chapter 4

I clock out of my pitiful part time job at eleven o'clock at night. Considering I can't afford a car, not even a crummy old one, I walk myself home to my dull, lonely, apartment.
I must say though, despite not having transportation, I don't at all mind the fact that I have to walk through the streets late at night, seeing all the bright, luminous lights, which surrounds me from corner to corner. After all, it is Las Vegas, and damn, this city never sleeps at night...
But, I do not live in the big city, I live away from the tourists and huge attractions, my apartment is just a few blocks away from the noise, in a quieter habitat.
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As I'm walking through the crowded streets, drunk tourists are entirely tipsy and look as if they'll pass out at any given moment. I smirk at the sight of the enormous swarm of them, barely talking, only slurring words in a loud manner to one another.
As I'm trying to squeeze through the group, suddenly, one middle-classed women wearing the tightest back dress known to man kind,
accidentally bumps into me, due to the reasoning of her intoxication. As she turns around to see what or who she hit, she trips over the curb of the sidewalk and knocks her drink from her wasted hand, landing on my white uniform work shirt.
The women manages to barely make out the words, "Oh, my. I'm so sorry."
I glance down at the mess, and realize she spilt and clear alcohol beverage on me. I flick the extra liquid off my hands.
The next thing I know, the women disappears into the vast group of loopy people, without me even seeing her vanish. How much worse could this day get?
Allowing that to drift away, without a care of what just occurred, I slightly grin. You know what they, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."