"You're crazy chica!" Flaca exclaimed as they were landing at McCarran and she could finally recognize their destination: Sin City itself.
Her girlfriend had gone to extreme lenghts to ensure she wouldn't know until they were actually there, forcing her to keep earbuds on and listen to music at the airport in NY and practically ALL the way to there so she wouldn't get any spoilers from other passengers or the flight crew – thank God she had been allowed to use her Ipod or she'd have lost it with that reggaeton shit for almost six hours on the plane, plus the time before. Jesus Christ.
Maritza smiled brightly and nudged her shoulder. "You luuve it. C'mon, take down my purse Flac," she pouted looking wistfully above her head.
"Pff. And that's why you keep me around. Slaver," Flaca mumbled, but got up and to it.
"So we're going back on Sunday right?" she asked for confirmation. Flaca had been told to bring things for a couple of days of so-and-so weather and circumstances, but in the end she had also pestered Maritza for details so much that the older girl had packed for the both of them just to shut her up.
"Uff... live in the moment mami! Carpet d.m. and all that right?"
"It's carpe diem for fuck's sake!", she corrected.
"I was joking, duh!"
She let the diminutive woman drag her through the airport, baggage reclaim routine and all, and out onto the streets.
The giant pyramid hotel had been easily visible even when they landed. They went straight there to settle, freshen up a bit and prep for their first big night on the Strip.
The huge hall with its unique shape already made them almost dizzy.
"This is so cool!" Flaca exclaimed, admiring the slanted walls and the jacuzzi with a view in their room.
Maritza was hanging a black dress in the wardrobe, and gave her a small smile. Suddenly she was lifted up and laid unto the plush bed.
"Heyy!" she protested, punching the arms that had caught her. "Brute."
Flaca was hovering over her with her weight on her forearms, a goofy expression on her face.
"So this is why you've been working all those hours and we've barely seen each other lately."
Maritza thought about it. "Mh, is it?" She switched their positions and straddled Flaca, grinning down at her. She suspected her girlfriend had at times felt neglected and possibly wary and... jealous?, in the previous months; they had almost fought about it more than once. Maybe deep down some part of Flaca was still insecure about the strength of their relationship, fearing she would be left behind if – no, when – a random shiny man crossed their way with a nice face, thick wallet and big promises. This made Maritza kinda sad. She understood where Flaca was coming from; she had been quite shallow in the past and had not cared to hide it. But over time their bond had grown so much, it had been unexpected and a discovery, and she had found there was a whole new side to life and things she had not really experienced before: a side she could not be without anymore.
"I'm sorry for being such a bitch sometimes," Flaca said.
"You're not a bitch," Maritza replied. "You withdraw."
Flaca averted her eyes. "It's true."
She lifted her brows. "I know it is," she made her look at her again. "Te amo estúpida," and started peppering her face with kisses and tickling her sides.
"Heiiii!" Flaca started squirming and giggling incontrollably. "Déjame!"
"No mami," Maritza went at it even more fervently.
