Vegas, Baby!

2: La Jolla.

After a very delicious dinner, Laura had called us an Uber to drive us to the night club Carla had picked for us. Since there were barely any Latin clubs in Germany, she had begged us to go to La Jolla and so we had finally agreed. I didn't mind it, I listened to a lot of Spanish music but Laura didn't and so it had been her decision.

"Oh, fuck it. I can't dance Bachata but I sure want a guy that can!" she had said after her third glass of wine at dinner. Carla and I had laughed at that and now we were on our way. While Laura and I were talking - I was finally in a good mood due to the alcohol I had had -, Carla was scrolling through her social media. Suddenly she gasped and grabbed my upper arm.

"What happened?" I asked her concerned.

"Guys, Bad Bunny has been spotted here in Vegas!" she exclaimed. She was a big fan of his music and so was I but I was definitely not one of those fans that needed to know where he was all the time.

"Who?" Laura asked a little confused. Carla and I looked at her. Yeah, she was not listening to Latin as much as us but how could she have possibly never heard of him.

"Oh, he's just like the biggest artist in the world right now." I told her, shrugging. Laura furrowed her eyebrows and stared at us like we were telling her complete lies.

"Never heard of him." she responded, shaking her head. The two of us were shocked, even the driver looked surprised.

"You got some Bad Bunny on your phone?" Carla asked him and he nodded. Laura was not impressed by the music while I was just having a blast. By the time we got to the club, the driver, Carla and I had sung our hearts out to the songs. Laura had an amused look on her face, when we got out of the car.

I was three cocktails in, when I could feel someone dance up on me. Lord, the dude smelled good but I didn't look because I didn't care. Carla excitedly grabbed me by my upper arm. Laura was standing next to her, dancing as much as she could as well.

"Don't turn around." Carla said close to my ear, focusing on the person behind me.

"Why? What's wrong?" I asked a little confused.

"You know, when I said that this singer had been spotted here?" she asked, leaning forward again, so only I could hear her. I shrugged and nodded. Carla leaned back again and looked at the person behind me once more. It seemed like she was trying to process it.

"Er steht direkt hinter dir." (He's standing right behind you.) she gave back. You see, all three of us knew German and we only spoke it, when we didn't want people who didn't speak it to understand us. Since I didn't believe her, I started nodding. It could easily have been that due to the light, someone looking similar to Bad Bunny had come up and she confused them.

"Sicher, dass du dir das nicht einbildest?" (Are you sure, that you're not imagining it?) I asked her. She nervously smiled at the guy behind me, confusing me even more and that caused me to turn around. My heart dropped into my stomach. I would've recognised that face everywhere and so I took a step back and stared at him with wide eyes. He was wearing light blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a black jacket over it. His hair was hidden underneath a green baseball cap. Benito looked like an absolute snack and I caught myself checking him out. Of course, he noticed it and returned that.

"Hab's dir gesagt!" (Told you so!) Carla gave back. Benito smiled at me and bit down a laugh. He had apparently noticed that we had spoken a different language, so he didn't even bother with Spanish.

"Oh, sorry, I should've asked beforehand." he said respectfully. I snapped out of my surprise and shook my head.

"No, it's fine, I was just surprised." I responded and turned back around to dance with him again.

"Wer ist das und warum seid ihr beide so aufgeregt?" (Who is that and why are you both so excited?) Laura asked, looking between Carla, Benito and me.

"Das ist der Sänger, von dem wir im Auto geredet haben!" (That's the singer we have been talking about in the car.) Carla told her, before taking a sip from her drink.

"Scheiße, das ist der Typ? Der ist ja richtig scharf." (Shit, that's him? He's hot as hell.) Laura commented, eyeing Benito and turning back around. A smirk spread across my face, Laura's approval was important for a one-night-stand.

"Do you speak Spanish?" I heard Benito ask me, so I slowly started nodding.

"A little bit." I responded, moving my hips with his.

"¿Cómo te llamas?" (What's your name?) he then wanted to know, wrapping his free hand around my waist and leaning his chin on my shoulder.

"Sabrina." I answered.

"Un placer conocerte." (Nice to meet you.) he said. I looked at him from the corner of my eye and my god, he was gorgeous in real life. His beard was tickling my skin causing me to giggle a little bit.

"Why is nobody coming up and asking for pictures?" I asked him a little confused.

"I'm guessing nobody has noticed me yet. You guys should come to the VIP with me." he said, stopping his movements. I tapped Carla's shoulder, causing her to turn around.

"He wants us to go to the VIP with him." I told her, leaning forward. Benito still had his arm wrapped around me.

"Us?" she asked surprised.

"Yeah, all of you. I'm not stealing her away from you guys." he responded. A smile spread across my face. Laura had also heard that and she was the first one to nod. And so Benito led us towards the back of the club. He kept his arm around me, while Laura and Carla followed us.

Two hours later, I finished my sixth cocktail and I was feeling the alcohol hard but I was not drunk yet. Benito had gotten a bottle of Tequila for his table.

"Damn, Mami, you can drink." he commented as I downed another shot with him. Honestly, I was surprised myself. I hadn't had alcohol in months and I was not necessarily the best drinker but that night I had a goal: getting black out drunk.

"She's on a mission." Laura slurred towards him. Benito looked at her confused but amused.

"What mission?" he asked me.

"Get that one guy out of my system!" I told him loudly. Benito laughed and nodded.

"That makes two of us then." he responded and poured himself another shot. Honestly, I don't remember much after that. We drank, danced and I think at some point we started making out, but I'm not completely sure about that. The last thing I do remember is that I left with Benito and everything after that was gone. I had achieved my goal to get black out drunk.