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November 1st, 2019
EVA
Sadelle's at Bellagio was big, enormous even. The celadon ceilings gave way to matching celadon pillars that spread throughout the space. The restaurant was a confectionary of colors ranging from charcoal to subtle reds. I noticed the vases of flowers on small tables, the Brownwood and gold bedecked bar, and–to my delight–suede bar seats.
The setting was sophisticated yet homey, a duality that I greatly appreciated. I told Bashar as much and he smiled in agreement.
We found a table, and soon enough, August walked in dressed in all black, a small gold chain around his neck and a gold watch his only accessory. "Well don't you look cheery," I mused. He mugged me but took a seat and rubbed his eyes. "I didn't sleep at all," he mumbled.
"Hm, yes your eyes tell it all. You need a nap," I told him. Bashar stayed quiet, probably waiting for Jazmin to arrive so he could grill them. This would be entertaining.
A couple of minutes later, Jazmin walked in with a black off shoulder dress that fell to her ankles, thick black shades hiding half her face. I snickered as the two were matching both in clothes and a massive hangover. "Yo head hurt don't it?" I said as she groaned and slid into the seat.
I felt her glare through the thick shades but my attention turned to Sage. Sage was naturally pretty–she glowed in any environment. Her brown legs were on full display in her short white dress. The rumpled piece fell just past mid-thigh while the sleeves stopped at her elbows.
Her hair was already in braids, her face free of any makeup and, her hand holding a small Louis Vuitton purse. "Ahhhh a rejuvenated person!" I said to spite the two in front of me. She laughed and kissed my cheek before hugging Bashar.
"Good morning children," she chirped. Sometimes I forgot she was older than all of us.
"Ugh, it's so loud," Jazmin complained. "Why would you let me drink myself to oblivion? This shit hurts."
"Well, you got mad every time we said stop drinking," Sage hummed but reached out to pat Jazzy on the back. "You'll be ok. We're going back to bed after food. You just gotta survive an hour," she elaborated.
With that, Jazzy relaxed, "Alright, let's get some food."
We got our food pretty quickly but I noticed that Bashar seemed fidgety. His eyes moved from one direction to another in a flurry of movement. When I looked at August, his movements seemed to mimic Bashar's, their bodies taut. Interesting.
I was pulled into a discussion between Sage and Jazzy when they asked if I'd ever tried pole dancing. I choked on my drink as a laugh bubbled out of me. Leave it to those two to bring up this topic.
