Perfect Imperfections

Part One

     "Do you really need this much luggage? I'm only bringing some clothes, shoes, a few accessories, and money." my older sister says as she plops down onto my freshly made bed.

     "I only have three suitcases, one for clothes, one filled with first aid and such, then one for whatever else I feel I need." I don't even look up in response, instead I continue neatly folding clothes and setting them in the first suitcase.

     "Come on, lighten up, live a little!" she rants while throwing punches at the air.

     "If I don't worry, who will?" this time I look at her before zipping up my suitcase, "We have an hour before the plane leaves, is your stuff in the car?"

     "Yup." she gasps before getting up and walking out to the car.

Thanks for the help, lazy.

•••Four Hours After Arriving in Vegas •••

     "Woah, you look great baby sister! Who knew that my clothes would look so flattering on you?" Tina exclaims as she walks into my room, yes we have separate rooms; thank god.

     "I don't see why it had to be out of all people to have their luggage lost." I say in disgust at my sister's skanky clothes clinging to my body. I am wearing a tight red tank top with thin traces of glitter covering it, with some outrageously tight skinny jeans ripped halfway in one of the knees, and since I had stepped on a wad of gum at the airport, I chose the shortest black heels she had, which was at least four inches.

     "I think you look fantastic. Now let's hit the casino downstairs!" she grasps onto my wrist and drags me out of the room, giving me barely enough time to close my door.

      As soon as we approach the casino, Tina disappears into the crowd of people inhaling various types of smoke. Great, of course she would leave me like this. The casino obviously isn't my scene, but just my luck, the exits are all blocked by crowds of drunk people.

That's just great.

      I soon eye a buffet across the casino and quickly dart toward it, I'm quite hungry. There is a great heap of people that slowly runs into a single file line. I honestly don't care how many people are near as long as I'm not touched, looked at, or talked to by any of them. I know that seems selfish, but I don't care for intoxicated people.

     The line seems like hours long, so I kind of figure the food is good. Finally, its my turn to pile my late, I was right the food looks amazing. I pile my plate with various types of food. After I finish putting food on my plate, I sit down at an empty table for two and begin to prep myself for dinner. Sitting alone may be pathetic, but I don't have to guts to go sit by random strangers and expect to make conversation. One bite is followed by another,and another, and another while I try to distract myself from the horror around me.

      After I have decided I had enough to eat, I decide to go to my room, just for now, if Tina doesn't come back, I'll have to find her. I head to the elevator, I have to admit, I'm too light headed to stay any longer.

Did that lady just throw up?

  

      I have to get out of here.

•••

     "Please, sit." Christopher pulls out the chair and motions for me to sit down at the beautiful candlelit dinner. The smell of the warm spaghetti on the table lingers throughout the dim room.

    

     "I know you probably deserve more than this for a first date, but I'm afraid this is all I can do, Cassandra." his sweet words fill me with warmth.

     "No, this is perfect, I love it, thank you so much." I smile at him and sip the white wine from my glass before taking a bite of the spaghetti.

      "Is it okay? I can get you something different, WAITER!"  his voice trembles as he speaks, it's adorable.

      "It's amazing, spaghetti is my favorite." I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and flash a warm smile.

      The date could have lasted forever, Christopher was perfect, such manners, such a great personality, so caring, and funny. He truly listened when I talked. Just by the way this date went, I know this is going to be a start of something great.

•••

    I slowly put down the first printed copy of my novel, I wish I could have done tons better, but it's too late to change now. It's eleven thirty, where is Tina?

    Okay, fine, I'll go find her. Once I get to the casino, I look through the isles of slots, but she is nowhere in sight. She has to be at the bar, if not, I'll just have a drink myself.

     "Take off your pants and there'll be more where that came from." a hammered British boy shoves a dollar into the top of my shirt when I sat down.

    "Excuse me?" I raise my eyebrow in response.

    "Dance for me baby." he says and slaps my thigh, of course I slap him back, "You bitch! Isn't it your job?" he scans me up and down, oh yeah, I'm wearing Tina's clothes.

    "No, it isn't."

    "In that case, why don't you let me buy you a drink?" he smirks.

     "Fine."

     "Bring us a few shots of vodka and keep them coming." he smirks and pulls my chair closer to him before wrapping his arm around me. "Oh, I'm Harry, by the way."

     "I'm Ashley, but don't worry, after these drinks, you won't ever see me again." I say before clinking the glasses together and slamming the first shot.

Author's note-

MMTTAYYY IM SORRRY FOR NOT UPDATING! it's summer so I'm a bit busy, plus I've been grounded. but the good news is IM AN AUNT! My sister had her baby! he's adorable! Anyways thanks for reading(: