MATURE CONTENT. swearing, mild sexual activity, and alcohol misuse
CHARACTERS
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If you had asked me what I was going to be up to in ten years on my 12th birthday, I would've said some bullshit about how I wanted to be an astronaut, or a chef, or something. By the time my 15th birthday had rolled around, my goals had changed. It was either a chef, or a pilot, or even an actress. I loved to cook, and being a pilot would let me travel the entire world. But then I realised that while I loved to cook, I wasn't particularly talented. And apparently pilots weren't allowed to get drunk.
Now that I'm 23 and a university dropout, I guess the closest thing you could call me is an actress.
Not the kind you see in TVs or movies. I don't get hounded by paparazzi at every turn, I don't turn up in teen magazines, and I don't get toted around town in a black Hummer.
I get paid as much as an actress would.
I have cash. I'm still unemployed. But there I was, in a beautiful gown, sitting at the bar at White Aurora Resort & Casino, one of the ritziest hotels in Las Vegas. About 9 guys had bought me a shot, and yet the only thing I was drinking was the Rhode Island iced tea I have in my hand. I had one thing to do tonight, and I didn't want to get too drunk. But a little liquid courage didn't really hurt anyone, did it?
People say that they go to Las Vegas, and forget ever going there after they come back. Every time I go, I see the same old things. The casinos, the lights, the totally real Eiffel Tower, and the overpriced hotels for the over-privileged. The same sounds of the slot levers being pulled, the cards getting shuffled, and the shaker shaking. Maybe the city really is best experienced drunk. Maybe I'm just getting tired of the same old thing every night. It has just lost all its appeal, and now seemed like a smaller, more obnoxious Times Square to me. I guess I had my Las Vegas experience when my friends and I went on my 20th birthday. Sometimes I wonder what they're doing these days.
And then I realise that it didn't matter because I'm never seeing them again. 'Work' kept me too busy for night outs, and trips to the mall on a Saturday.
