Sons Of Rejects

Chapter 2

"GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE", screamed Bianca as she jumped on my bed.

"Fuck off Bianca"

"Language, Gemma," yawned Jasmine.

"Come on get up ... GET UP", yelled Bianca as she continued to bounce on the bed. "It's ROAD TRIP TIME !!"

"Stop jumping, Bianca, before I puke" I groaned.

After quick showers and heart felt goodbye to my dad and Karyn, we were on the road. We'd decided to take a little detour to Las Vegas.

After 5 hours, and 2 Pitt stops for food, and we were finally check in to our flashy hotel room in Vegas.

"VEGAS BABY !!" Screamed Bianca as she swung open the doors to the balcony.

"Wow! This room is amazing," said Jasmine in awe.

"Room? It's a bloody house!" yelled Bianca as she ran around the room like a 2 year old.

There was 2 large dark wooden double beds side by side with a a matching dresser separating them. The rich purple curtains and carpet was a brilliant contrast to the warm cream walls. One wall was all windows with double French doors in the middle that lead out on to the balcony relieving the amazing view of the famous Las Vegas strip. A gorgeous cream couch with purple and gold cushions sat facing away from the beds, in front of a huge flat screen TV. And we haven't even seen the bathroom yet.

"Let's go out and get drunk tonight," I said as I fell backwards on to the couch.

"YESSSS!", yelled Bianca, as she jumped on to the couch barely missing my head by a inch. I swear the girl shouts everything.

Jasmine just rolled her eyes at us as we talked about were we should go.

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After a lot of discussion, we found ourselves in a random bar, with me and Bianca knocking back a variety of shots while Jasmine, being the sensible one, sipped on a vodka and cranberry. It wasn't long before we took over the dance floor, to shake what our mamas gave us.

There was a huge mixture of people in the club. Most of the girls wore outfits the showed way to much butt and boob, and were caked in makeup that was at least 2 shades to dark for the fake tan. Most the guys were the usual perverted stare as they checked out the 'potential' . There was a bunch of tough looking guys that stood out from the others. They were dressed in mostly black and leather. They were all fairly built and looked like the type you wouldn't mess with. To be honest they looked like bikers.

Everyone seemed to be giving them a lot of space. So they had at least half of the bar to themselves, the other half was packed by everyone else trying to order their drinks. But me being me, and having no patience and a empty glass, didn't give a fuck and elbowed my way through the group of bikers to the bar.

"Hey you! Bar dude! ... Yes you ! Get me a vodka and cranberry, 2 vodkas and red bull, and a shot of whiskey " I yelled at the cute barman.

"Ya buying Sthat whiskey for your boyfriend, lady?" Said the biker dude beside me, as he scanned my body, his muddy brown eyes raking in everything from my black heels to my tight purple dress. However I don't know how he was able to see through his shaggy blonde hair. His large frame was intimidating even from his seated position. Everything about him screamed dangerous.

" Number 1, I don't share whiskey. And Number 2 I'm a single Pringle" I shot him a glare, how dare he presume I share whiskey.

"A girl who can drink whiskey straight ?! " he yelled in disbelief, as if he'd never heard the likes of it.