What Happens In Vegas Doesn't Stay In Vegas

Party Girl

"Eyre! Get up. Get ready!" I squinted my eyes. The girls were running all around the room and getting ready for the party.

"GET UP!" Monica shouted. "Tonight is the night we are going wasted."

I got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. I can hear the girls screaming and getting giddy again. I went out the bathroom with just my underwear.

"Why are you not in a dress?" Rach asked.

"Uhh, I left my dress in my bag." I said the words carefully.

"What dress did you bring here?" she asked me with one of her eyebrows up like I've done something wrong. "Don't tell me you brought that blue dress of yours."

"It's the only dress I have Rach. You knew that." I stated.

"That's why I have this bag full of dress. I knew you wouldn't have any dress on that bag of yours."

I rolled my eyes at her. I am the type of girl who isn't too girly. She dragged me into her room and threw a small red cloth at me.

"Wear that!" Rach said.

I looked at her and then the dress. It was so tiny I thought I couldn't fit in it. I looked at her again.

"Rach, what the hell is this thing?" I asked.

"It's a gorgeous dress Eyre. Try it on."

"You call this a dress?"

"Just wear it honey."

I struggled my way through that tiny piece of clothing. It was so tight it was hugging my body and it was very revealing. It was showing half my cleavage and it was a foot above my knees.

"Uh, Rachel, do you have a dress that can hide whatever I was trying to hide under it?"

"Why? Do you have balls under that dress?" she asked amused.

"Oh gods no!"

"So, it's perfect. Now your shoes?"

"Toms?" I smiled sheepishly.

"Oh Eyre, You need to be taught on how to be a girl." she threw in a shoe to me. "Thank the gods for making our feet in the same size." She threw the other.

"How the hell will I walk in these things?" I was holding a 4 inch heels. She laughed and made me sat on the bed. She did her magic to me. After that I saw a woman in me.

"Oh my god Rach, how did you do this?" pointing myself through the mirror. Then I started pouting, I had a burning red lipstick on me and it amuses me.

"Now for the hair." She looked at me. "No, your hair is so perfect." I looked at the mirror again. My hair was black and curly and it falls up to my waists.

"All set now!" She called the other girls. They all went into Rach's room.

"Oh my god Rach, who is that girl?" Alecsandra asked jokingly.

"It's me Eyre." I said. They laughed.

We headed into a bar. A bouncer asked us for an ID so we did show him ours, then this topless lady asked us to follow her into our booth. I was astonished at the topless lady, well, she was topless and her hooters were so very, very, very overwhelming.

"That girl is showing everything." I whispered to Rachel and by whisper it means shouted to her ear. She smirked.

"Wait till we settled in." She declared.

Loud music was playing in the background that I thought that can make people deaf. Well I mean I can't hear people talking unless they shout at my ear. This is not the place for me.

I saw things I should've not seen. People here are so wasted that they were doing crazy things. So crazy that girls were kissing other girls just for fun. Guys kissing dudes and so on.

Girls dancing on top of the table striping, and they were not even dancers at the bar. I know because dancers in the bar was not dressed appropriately. I mean who would be coming here topless with thongs for a pants.

Do people really act like this when they were really drunk? I didn't know, maybe it's just Vegas. And I didn't know because I've never been drunk my entire life.

I drink but not that much, as soon as I feel something is wrong I stop. But tonight I promised the girls that I would try to get wasted. So the girls ordered woman's drink first, then after a few rounds of those I was feeling a little tipsy so I stopped drinking. Then boys were coming up on us.

"Hey ladies, can we buy you drinks?" A boy with a beautiful face asked. Monica said yes. She was kind of a little drunk.

Six dudes scoots in between of us. They were flirting with the girls. That beautiful guy was flirting at me.

I can't believe that someone is hitting on me. Back at the university I was just one of the boys or Eyre or just Eyre my friend or classmate. But here in Vegas I am Eyre and that beautiful dude was hitting on me. I smirked at the thought of that.

Well, what I did is I flirted back at him and the dudes kept the booze going. After some time, Monica was up in the big glass cylinder and dancing, water was pouring over her.

She was wearing a white dress and it was becoming a little bit too transparent because of the water drenching her and you could see her undergarments showing up. Oh god, why?

Fyre, my sister, and Andrea, a classmate, was in the dance floor dancing their butts off with the guys hitting on them. Is that guy grinding my sister?

Alecsandra was preoccupied too, she was kissing a dude on our booth. Did she knew his name?

Well for Rachel and her dude, they were making me drink some more until I puke my brains out.

Unfortunately they were winning. I drank enough for me to feel that lump on my throat. So before I humiliate myself in front of this beautiful dude, I went to excuse myself for the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" The beautiful dude asked, he was handing me a drink again, I wanted to hurl at him.

"I want to go to the bathroom." I announced.

"Need some help?" The beautiful guy asked with a smirk.

"No. And I didn't even know your name beautiful dude. I'm just gonna do a pee pee in the bathroom." It was a stupid thing to say, but what the hell, I am drunk and I really wanted to puke my brains out.

I stood and went to the bathroom. But fortunately I didn't feel like I wanted to puke. I didn't want to get into that drinking action again so I went out and got home (and by home, our hotel room).

'On my way home. Sorry. I'm too drunk to party.' I send this text to Rachel.

As soon as I was inside the hotel room, I ran into the bathroom and made out with the toilet. Well, I puked my brains out. I promised to myself that I wouldn't get drunk again, not a drink. And I didn't remember anything after that make out session with the toilet.