It Happened in Vegas

Chapter VII

An hour of silence, and a series of weather broadcasts in the area later, Dalia and Elise could see the lights, the giant shopping centers, hotels, and the word "casino" on every other building. There's a giant white building with rainbow lights dancing around it and Dalia got a huge smile on her face. Elise's look was one of amazement.

Dalia glanced at the GPS, there was ten minutes until they arrived at the hotel.
"Final-fucking-ly, Las-motherfucking- Vegas!" Dalia yelled as she went through the Las Vegas freeway exit. She was almost blinded by the amount of lights that greeted her coming off of the freeway.

"Oh shit, I told the boys that we would be here in 4 or 5 hours. It's been 2 and a half. I'm gonna call them and tell them we are on the way." Elise said, pulling her phone off the charger but not wanting to pull her gaze away from the lights.

"No, no, we should surprise them," Dalia said, entering into the Las Vegas traffic. "It'd be fun." She added, her outlook on the trip was getting more and more hopeful.

"Good idea. They texted the reservation info." Elise said, looking at the text messages she'd received while her phone was off. "Room 99 at the Valhotel. Just show the clerk your IDs and the key is at the desk." She read Cyrus' message aloud.

They pulled into the huge parking lot of the hotel and Dalia parked her RV in a far corner. She grabbed Elise's belongings while Elise headed to the front desk to get a key. By the time Dalia had finally made it inside, Elise was waiting by the door. "I'm so excited!" She squealed. "I can't wait to see the rooms!"

"I can't wait to see the Casino," Dalia replied, stepping into the elevator.

In the elevator, the proximity was too close, even if they were only riding up 9 floors together. Dalia stood in the back of the elevator as far away from Elise as possible. Added to her general claustrophobia, was the fear of being too close and too tempted by Elise.

She fiddled with her RV keys and hummed along with the Beatles song playing from the elevator speaker.

Elise tried her hardest not to look at Dalia. She knew that deep down inside, if she made that move to look into Dalia's green eyes, or make a connection of any kind if any words were muttered, she'd jump her. The temptation was just too high in that cramped little elevator.

Finally, the elevator creaked to a stop with a ding. Elise rushed off the elevator like it was on fire. Dalia was close behind lugging Elise's duffel. Elise was in such a hurry to get to the room that she started counting out the doors. "90 ...91... 92... 93... 94... 95... 96... 97... 98, finally 99." She ruffled through her pockets looking for the key card. She pulled it out of her wallet and listened to the door, she heard bumping and muffled voices. "Fucking assholes probably started drinking and getting ready before we even got here." She said looking back at Dalia, who was still near room 96, fighting with Elise's duffel. Elise didn't want to wait for her so she used the room key that she'd secured to slowly and quietly open the door. The light was on in the modern double suite hotel room; all of Cyrus' clothes, shoes, and hair products were all over the first room. Nobody was in there, though, there were knocking and faint sounds coming from the adjoined suite. Okay... What's behind door number two? She thought,  walking quickly to the door with a smile. She pushed it open, expecting to see the boys drinking or Cyrus trying to, once again, convince Arson to pluck his eyebrows.

The smile flew off of her face. "W-What the fuck? Arson??" The words barely came out as a whisper. All the air had been knocked out of her lungs. A million and a half scenarios were running through her head... None of them compared to what she'd actually witnessed. One tear fell from her eye with the sight of her boyfriend bending Cyrus over the small dresser and fucking him.

Arson's face was contorted in ecstasy, his eyes closed and his head tilted back. Sounds of sensual bliss escaped his mouth, sounds she'd never heard come from him before.

Cyrus had his head down on the dresser. The same mantra coming out of his mouth," fuck," each time louder than the last. Elise had enough, she was frozen in place momentarily so all she could do was shout.

"What the fuck, Arson!! " Elise yelled, throwing the key card on the ground. Both Cyrus and Arson's heads snapped to attention. "Baby!" Arson shouted pulling himself out of Cyrus and both of them struggling to pull their pants up. Elise's hands tightened into fists, her light caramel skin turning Crimson. "I--I can explain, it's really not what you think." He insisted, backing up. He recognized the danger he was in as soon as her hands fisted. "It's not? Then how about you explain to me what exactly it is."

Dalia had finally caught up. When she heard yelling, she'd tossed Elise's duffel bag into a corner and jogged into the room. "What's with the yelling, explain what--" Dalia was stopped mid-sentence. After assessing the situation, she scoffed humorlessly. "Oh, I'd love to see you explain this one, Albert. " She glanced at Elise who was in front of her. Elise's shoulders were stiff and her fists were clenched. Dalia placed one hand on Elise's shoulder to try and calm her. Elise cracked her neck and shrugged Dalia's hand off of her shoulder. " Yeah, I'd like to see him try too... Without any fucking teeth!"