Lady Luck: A Jackson Wang + Reader One Shot

It Pays to be Bold

The summer after your sophomore year in college, you traveled around Europe for a month with your best friend. It was your first real vacation as an adult, but, man, was it anything but glamorous: you were both seriously broke. You stayed in the the cheapest hostels you could find and, truthfully, missed out on some experiences that you would have enjoyed if you had the financial means. Despite this, you documented your entire trip and posted religiously to your relatively new blog. If you hadn't accompanied your travel photos with the real nitty-gritty details of the trip, your viewers would've thought you were living it up. You just happened to have a really creative eye and were able to make ordinary (and sometimes below ordinary) things look beautiful and expensive. By the second week of your vacation, your blog blew up, and all of your social media outlets were quickly growing by thousands of followers. Separate from your blogging, you and your best friend really did have the time of your lives from that four week experience. Aside from the obvious tourist ventures (food, sightseeing, & cultural immersion), that trip was sexually liberating. You weren't necessarily a prude before, but you also weren't that type to hook up either. In Europe, however, you really were your most carefree self. You had hit off with this one guy about halfway through the trip, and ended up having incredible sex with him on a handful of occasions. You never kept in touch, and, to this day, you still fondly look back on your time with him. Upon returning home, you continued your blog and were soon offered the opportunity to write small travel articles for a local online magazine.

Four years, and a massive following later, you're now a very successful travel and lifestyle writer and professional blogger. Currently, you're on a sponsored trip to Macao. When you first found out that you would spend one week in Asia's equivalent of Las Vegas, you were ecstatic. You had spent the last two weeks in Iceland, and as beautiful as it was, you were thrilled to ditch the layers. Actually, the idea of hitting up some clubs and letting loose of the dancefloor was really appealing. You hadn't had sex in about six months and wouldn't mind finding a sexually like-minded man to help ease some of your building tension. However, it turns out Macao and Las Vegas are VERY different. Sure, they were both known for the casinos, and they shared some of the same big hotel names, but that was about it. While Las Vegas is known for its party and entertainment options, it seemed like Macao really mainly focused on the gambling. Even still, you were enjoying your stay. You were staying at Wynn Macao and took full advantage of the high-end shopping, amazing restaurants, and art galleries. You even hit up the casinos with some members of the company who were sponsoring your trip and its accompanying article. You weren't too big into gambling, especially here. In general, compared to Las Vegas, the gambling culture in Macao was more high stakes. You simply didn't enjoy it enough to drop a substantial amount of money on it.

On your 6th night in Macao, you accompanied the sponsor company's associates to the casino. However, after an hour of watching them gamble, you were really itching for a drink. Unlike Las Vegas, it was rare for casinos in Macao to serve alcohol, instead they brought the customers soda to enjoy while gambling. You excused yourself from the casino and headed to the one the three bars located at the Wynn Macao. Bar Cristal was the most extravagant option of the three, but you wanted to splurge tonight anyway. It was truly an opulent setting, comparable to a Parisian salon, complete with all things sparkly. The jewel-toned silk walls complemented the 19th Century chandelier that was hanging above the mirrored crystal bar. There were a handful of other people seated among the various velvet-upholstered chairs, which were clustered around small tables throughout the lounge. The bar itself, only accommodated a few barstools, all of which were empty. You made a beeline straight for the bar and settled into the barseat. You leisurely drank by yourself at the bar for about an hour, taking the opportunity to edit some photos for your article, when you suddenly realized how quiet the bar had become. You had been so in the zone, and slightly tipsy, that you hadn't noticed the other patrons disappearing. You looked around the dimly lit room, there was one older man by himself close to the entrance of the bar and another man, about your age, seated alone, nursing a glass of liquor, at a two-person table along the wall adjacent to you. As you were about to turn back around to face the bartender, the younger man looked up at you and met your gaze. He was stunning. He had an impressively angular face, with dark sexy eyes, and full pink lips. His brown hair was parted in a way that exposed the middle of his forehead. Upon making eye contact, he slightly lifted his drink and nodded at you. You smirked and raised your drink back at him, before swiveling back around and continuing your editing. You and the handsome stranger kept to yourselves, drinking in solitude, but you still occasionally glanced his way and could feel his gaze on you here and there as well. Each time your eyes fell on him, you were impressed with his looks and imagined how good he would be in bed. If only you had met him at the beginning of your stay in Macao, you thought, sighing.