A Simple Kind of Life

Days Go By [Dirty Vegas]

"Wow, it's so nice in here."

Sakura's eyes evolved into saucers when she walked into Anastasia's suite. She had barely taken off her boots, her coat partially unzipped before she started sauntering around, poking at glass figurines, touching the lamps, vivid eyes scanning everything with childlike wonder.

She carried a small bag that rattled as she moved. Dark hair bounced on her shoulders despite the purple beanie she wore as a frosty blush darkened her cheeks. Anastasia hoped she would have just dropped off Mia's meds at the front desk, but now she was up here in her suite, invading her personal space with her radiant aura, and it made her fucking sick.

Sakura was so beautiful and perfect. From the way the coat slipped off her shoulders and revealed her body in all its gentle, slim curves. She didn't have to put in much effort to look nice, not a hint of makeup on her face as she wore a dark pink track suit. A sliver of her navel exposed itself as her pants hung low on her hips. Pearly untouched skin and eyes that sparkled silver. Her mouth was naturally dark, eyebrows black and thin. She tip-toed around the unit with curvy arches lifting her feet as she looked around.

"It feels like I'm at a Playboy party," Sakura gushed. Meanwhile, Mia and Anastasia huddled at the window, blowing smoke into the morning sky. They both looked like absolute garbage. Mia had woken her up in the middle of the night hysterical, and Anastasia couldn't go back to sleep after that. Dressed in one of her usual tiny nightdresses, her hair tangled in long, dark clumps. She had given Mia some clothes to wear, a tee shirt that announced DKNY in bold font and shorts that crept under the shirt.

Anastasia barely acknowledged Sakura as she tapped the ashes of her cigarette into the sunny abyss, curling her body on the window sill. Mia sat beside her with a slouched back and spread legs, fiery hair dragging in front of her face. Both dull and brooding, while Sakura pranced around them like a luminous princess—practically gliding in her socks on the polished floor.

"Mia, I brought the medication you asked for."

Planting herself on the ledge next to Mia, Sakura crossed her legs as she scooted close to her. She pulled out three prescription bottles, and Mia looked at her through her hair, smoke trickling from her cigarette and wafting into the room. Sakura cleared her throat, apparently bothered, but this wasn't her fucking house so she couldn't complain.

As Anastasia exhaled a foggy puff through her nose, she watched Mia take the bottles from her, hoarding them in her chest. "Thanks."

"Oh, Anastasia—"

Their gazes crashed together, and it must have been one sided because Sakura was still her genial self, while Anastasia felt like a bullet had just struck her dead in the heart.

Long, curled lashes batted as Sakura tilted her head. "Did you know Chris and Stone are outside? Holding up a sign?" She paused. "They also hit on me."

"Fucking idiots." As she released another heated smokey breath, she looked outside and barely made out the two idiot dots. She smashed what was left of her cigarette into the ledge before throwing it out the window, and she tried to be cordial when her gaze settled calmly on Sakura. "Do you want some coffee?"

Sakura gave her a nervous look. "It's...just coffee?"

Hopping off the window sill, Anastasia shoved her hair behind her shoulder. "I guess you'll find out."

She drawled her trek over to the kitchen, grabbing her ugliest mug for Sakura. Feeling the flex of her arches as she stood on the tips of her toes, Anastasia reached for the glass as she watched Sakura pet Mia's hair. She was being all motherly again. Anastasia was doing just fine comforting Mia. They didn't need Sakura here; she was handling the situation on her own.