The
long flight lasted nearly a day, and maybe it seemed longer
than it actually was, cause Zach spent the entire flight
looking out the window though Natalya had the window seat,
his eyes remained glued to what looked like never ending sky
and clouds, every once and awhile making eye contact with
someone random from the row across from them. Call it
adrenaline from actually going on a real vacation that
wasn’t a get-away to the Jersey Shore with his family or
Atlantic City that his dad liked to call a yearly vacation
and insisting that there was no better place to go; or the
fact that Zach had never been too keen on flying -- either
way his body ached slightly and though he was tired his
heart-rate was elevated he couldn’t help but to be a little
anxious, as he shifted in his seat neurotically checking his
seat belt while playing with the adjustable end as he
finished off a now watered down mix drink made with a small
bottle of liquor that probably cost more than its worth if
he hadn’t possibly schmoozed the flight attendant into
giving him a couple – call in flight birthday present.
it had been at the least a handful of years since Zach had
even thought about taking a vacation, needless to say though
Natalya had gone ahead and planned the vacation for him,
Zach couldn’t deny being excited for the first time in a
long time about getting away from his home state; excited
about getting away from the insanity that was the city all
of the time, and of course being able to take a break from
work in general was a definite perk and to do so all with
his best friend, there wasn’t more a guy could ask for. If
he was planning his vacation by himself, Zach never would’ve
thought about going to Las Vegas, a place he had only maybe
talked about going to in casual conversation with friends,
family, and acquaintances – but thanks to Natalya, and her
clever planning and how she did it behind his back without
anyone peeping a word, knowing his hatred for secrets is
still a mystery, the two were headed for Sin City to
celebrate Zach’s birthday. The question now, was what the
two would do first? What wouldn’t they do? This was a long
deserved vacation for the both of them, something far enough
away from life and the everyday drama that was work.
The announcement of their arrival into the city woke Zach,
and while others began to stir and gather their things for
the moment when the plane landed, Zach rubbed his eyes as he
noticed the cabin of the plane had gone dim; the
never-ending clouds and blue sky he was fixed upon earlier
in the flight, was now replaced with darkness and the faint
glow of the glitz and glam that were the lights that made up
Las Vegas. Sure there were houses and normal businesses, for
most who were on the same flight to Vegas, were on the
flight to see the infamous lights that made up the Las Vegas
strip – which included Natalya and Zach. “Hey look at this,”
he said quietly to Natalya as he pointed out of the small
plane window toward the skyline. “This is so cool, we are
going to have so much fun” he mumbled to himself, the
anxiousness being replaced with the original adrenaline, as
he finished off the contents of his glass before following
the directions for landing, securing his tray in the upright
position, as well as his seat. |
When
Natalya first started thinking of doing something different
for Zach's birthday, she wasn't too sure of what she would
do, or if she would even be able to do so successfully.
Since she had first met him when they were both back in
college, he'd never been a big 'going away' vacation person.
Granted, they did have their fun while in college, and she
did manage to drag him out for a spring break or two, but as
adults he was proving much harder to talk into doing
something crazy; they had a typical routine that they both
loved, and that was usually their excitement for the day.
Their lives were crazy, and for the most part it was run by
work, so there really wasn't all that much free time to run
off and be crazy for a day. They did the best that they
could with the time that they had. The more that she thought
of it, Las Vegas would prove to be good for the both of
them. She missed the rush she would get from being
spontaneous and doing something completely unplanned for --
of course, that trip would be anything but unplanned, but
that was beyond the point; it would be fun, and it was
different for them -- something which they both needed.
The chief had actually been very understanding and even went
as far as helping her with keeping everything quiet around
the station-- if the chief told the house there was to be no
talk of it, there was to be absolutely no talk of it. It was
one of the perks of having a chief who liked you. It was
like a family at the station; they were the children and he
was the father -- whatever he said went. It didn't matter
what it was. She had wanted to surprise Zach with the trip,
and she knew he would be the one to make things happen. She
loved them all to death at the station, but she knew how big
mouthed and gossipy all those other boys could be -- she
needed all the help she could get to keep it from getting
back to Zach, and she knew with the shift changes that had
to happen, they would all have been very inclined to go
snooping around and talking. That was just the way that
little family operated.
Now that they were finally there, she found it amusing just
how much had been done to make his birthday a surprise. It
came to show just how well liked he was at the station --
smartass mouth and all. Without even realizing it, a laugh
escaped her lips at the thought of just how much of one he
really could be, and she turned to face Zach, who just like
her looked like he'd just recently woken up. It was
definitely a good thing that they had slept through most of
the flight, because if she had any say in it, they wouldn't
be sleeping much that night; they were in Vegas, there was
certainly plenty to be done and seen. She didn't want to
waste any time at all; she wanted to get out of that plane,
find their hotel room, change into something more Vegas
appropriate, and hit the strip. "You know, Zach.." she said
as she looked out the window and at the lights that made up
Las Vegas. The view of it alone bringing her excitement back
up. It was definitely something she was looking forward to.
"you can't get away from that dance now.." She gave him a
small smile and watched everyone as they got in each others
way trying to gather their things. Sometimes she hated the
craziness of flying -- it seemed everyone was always in a
hurry. She waited a few more minutes while those around her
made her way toward the exit before she gathered her
belongings and did the same herself. "You know what they
say, Zach... what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.. I won't
even youtube it.. if there are no pictures, it never
happened."
|
Everything
about Las Vegas was overwhelming; the lights, the people,
the traffic and considering both Zach and Natalya were from
New York that was saying a lot. Zach followed Natalya like
an A.D.D stricken child, unable to keep his attention on one
thing as his eyes were glued to all that they could be glued
to since they left the airport en route for their hotel.
Their cab ride from the airport to the hotel was full of
stops and Zach craning his neck to peer out at the now
illuminated Vegas Strip, still unable to believe that he was
in Las Vegas – an actual birthday away from home, an actual
vacation for the first time in forever, and really there was
only one person he could thank. Finally able to pull himself
away from the window, Zach turned to Natalya, a dumb
exciting grin upon his face as he shifted in his seat,
turning so that he was somewhat facing her. “This is all so
crazy, huh?” He laughed as he began babbling about how
excited he was to be here, and to be here with her, as well
as rambling off a continuous string of ‘thank yous’ – he was
grateful, to say the least.
“So beside the
obvious of getting checked in, getting our stuff together
and whatnot, what do you want to do for our first night in
Vegas?” Zach asked Natalya; again as his attention was
caught by bright lights and passing crowds that obviously
were blocking his view of something important on the strip;
an overwhelmed sigh leaving his lips as he again turned back
to Natalya. “Personally, I think we should just go get drunk
and gamble the electric bill away,” he laughed shrugging his
shoulders, really the idea sounded good, the buzz from the
little liquor bottles from the plane had worn off to a
dulling headache and the only cure for such things were more
booze; and well it was Las Vegas, they had to gamble
something, it was just the nature of the city.
|
Natalya
had been excited about the Vegas trip ever since she'd first
thought if it; now that they were finally there the
excitement was like that of a kid at a candy store. There
was so much to see and do, it was no wonder to her so many
people got themselves into trouble when they visited. As
soon as she'd gotten off the plane the first thing she'd
laid eyes on were slot machines, and at that very moment the
idea sounded wonderful. "You know what Zach... I've been
staring at those slot machines since I first got off the
plane... so hell, responsible Natalya stayed at home.. let's
gamble.." She laughed softly and gave a tight squeeze to his
shoulder as she opened the door to their adjoining hotel
rooms. The more that she thought about it, the less that she
wanted to be responsible - - she had to do enough of that
when back at home. She wanted to have fun -- consequences be
damned.
Dropping her bags by the foot of the bed, she plopped
herself on it, letting her eyes go closed for a second
before looking back at him with a smile on her face. "I say
you run over to your room, jump in the shower.. get yourself
all nice and pretty... I do the same.." She sat up slightly
and propped herself on her elbows to get a better look at
him. "Then we run off and drink our night away.. until we
can't even remember our names.." The rational Natalya knew
it was a bad idea, there was absolutely too much that could
happen. The Natalya that was there at that moment.. she was
telling her to shut up and stop thinking so much. They were
on vacation, they were allowed to be dumb.
Jumping off the bed, she made her way over to Zach and gave
him a little tug before pushing him in the direction of the
door that led to what would be his bedroom for the next few
days. She'd opted for adjoining rooms rather than separate
ones; it would make things much easier when they made it
back after a night of drinking.. besides, she'd fallen
asleep on the couch with him on more than one occasion --
she wasn't shy about having him only a door away. "Now, go..
hurry!" She laughed as she gave him a push into the bedroom.
Once Zach had been pushed into his own room, Natalya wasted
no time in getting herself ready for the night. Granted, her
shower was a little longer than she'd intended it to be, but
she wanted to look good that night. She didn't want to be
the same Natalya of every day. She wanted to be the Vegas
Natalya -- the one who did exactly as she wanted and didn't
think of what could happen until it was happening. She
wanted to feel young again, and she especially wanted to
make Zach's night a memorable one. Looking in the mirror,
Natalya was finally satisfied with what she saw. Putting the
last few finishing touches to her makeup, she smiled to
herself before getting up and picking up the little black
dress she'd placed on the bed. She was definitely out to
impress that night.
It was a few minutes later that she finally found herself
knocking on Zach's door. "Hey, handsome.. " She yelled
through the door, a big smile on her face. "You done in
there?" |
Everything
about Las Vegas was over-stimulating to the senses, it was
overwhelming to find a good starting point, but what was
better than gambling? It was what people came to Vegas for
after all, right? Zach was beyond excited to bust out his
nice suit, really his only nice suit and get dressed up for
a night of gambling and other debaucheries that him and
Natalya were about to partake in. Zach was never into
getting fancied up for anything, in fact before this moment
the last time he wore his usually wrinkled suit was for a
wedding of either a relative or a close friend of the
family, or a funeral of the same persuasion usually ending
up with Zach spending more time at the open bar than
socializing with his family or the close family friends who
invited him. As he smoothed the remaining wrinkles from his
sleeves and buttoned up the last button of his crisp,
freshly dry-cleaned shirt, he wondered what Natalya was
going to be wearing and soon as he idly went along with the
finishing touches of looking good for the night he was
snapped back into reality by the knock upon the adjoining
door of their rooms.
“I mean, I don’t want to brag or anything…” He began as he
posed in several typical Macy’s window mannequin poses for
Natalya showing off his fancy suit that usually stuffed in
the back of his closet, and his remarkable memory for tying
a tie. “But I have to admit, I look good.” He offered
Natalya a wink, laughing as he shut the door behind them;
the two were now in Natalya’s room.
Natalya looked amazing; to Zach she was stunning all of the
time, but she could easily take someone’s breath away when
she dressed up, even if it was a simple black dress. “Wow,”
he began, as he held his hand out for her, and before she
could even protest, taking her hand as he forced her to make
a full turn for him so that he could inspect the outfit for
the evening. “Watch out Vegas, I think I have landed myself
the best looking date.” Zach’s compliment was honest and
endearing and he ended his slight poking at her looking so
good embarrassment with a kiss to the top of her head. “Are
you ready?” He asked as he made sure all of his necessary
forms of ID and cash flow were with him as he held his arm
out for Natalya. “Let’s go get drunk and pretend like we
know how to gamble.” |
There
was absolutely no denying it; Natalya loved a man in a suit,
and when Zach was the one wearing that suit, it made her
heart skip a beat before it was finally able to catch up to
itself again. She loved his normal messy, typical guy look,
but when he put the extra effort into looking good, he
definitely accomplished it. "I don't know Zach..." she
laughed as she was spun around and came back face to face
with him, "I think you might have beat me there.." She
smiled softly and let her eyes go closed for a second when
he kissed the top of her head. She'd never admitted it to
him, but that had to be one of her favorite things; she
found it incredibly comforting. "Hell, Zach... I might have
to start prying women off of you."
She wasn't really kidding either; the thought of other women
with Zach was not one that she enjoyed very much. There were
plenty of times when she had to remind herself that he was
only her best friend and she couldn't do anything about
that. That night she was being greedy, though, and she
didn't want to share.
"Oh, I'm ready.. " She smiled as she took a hold of his
hand, before wrapping an arm around him. The best part of
picking a hotel that had everything they needed was that
whatever they wanted to do, they didn't have to go far. "I
might need a few drinks in me first, though.." She laughed
as they walked out of their room and out into the elevator.
"Something to ease the pain of losing all that money..."
When they were finally out in the lobby, she turned around
to face him, and hooked both her arms around his waist.
"What do you say Zach...? A little liquid courage.. some
music.. a little dancing...?" She emphasized her point by
doing a spin and letting her body press back into his. "You
know... a little college Zach and Natalya." She missed those
days when they had absolutely no worries or
responsibilities, and they could do what they wanted when
they wanted. |
“Bring
on the liquid courage,” Zach said with a smile as his arms
instinctively came to rest upon Natalya’s hips, his chin
resting upon her shoulder as he breathed in the scent of
whatever perfume she was wearing lately mixed with her
shampoo, they were lucky to have the elevator to themselves
and at the moment Zach relished in the privacy the two had.
“Cause you know that is how I will get into dancing, not to
mention my best moves are when I’m drunk – who can forget
the drunken moonwalk of the college days...” His words
trailed off as the ding of the elevator coming to rest at
the first floor caused Zach’s posture to straighten though
his hands never moved from Natalya’s hips.
There was a dense haze that occupied the vast space that was
the casino floor; the sounds of several different types of
slot machines going off all at once and non-stop chatter was
almost deafening as Zach walked with Natalya across the
floor in slow strides, his hand coming to rest upon the
small of her back. “So,” he paused as he looked up at the
guide of their gambling choices for the evening (not to
mention, quite possibly leading into the next day) “we have
slot machines to the left…” he began, as he pointed vaguely
across Natalya in the general direction of electronic chaos,
“or tables to the right…” his hand moving slowly as he
pointed in the other direction, his eyes never leaving the
overhead guide as he continued to read the options.
His attention was caught on the bar straight ahead, and
before either of them could make a decision a drink was
necessary and definitely in order. “Let’s start here first,”
he offered Natalya a smile as he took her hand leading her
through the dense crowds of waitresses filling drink orders
for gamblers who refused to leave their lucky machines and
already inebriated patrons who stumbled backwards in
laughter and loud conversation, spilling their drinks and
dropping lit cigarettes – their safe haven was found as they
reached the bar, Zach forcing Natalya in front of him, his
arms placed on either side of her as they staked their claim
of bar worthy ground from the crowds.
Their first drink was strong, simply ordered by Zach once he
was able to get the bartenders attention. A quick shot of
whiskey, a toast to their vacation and to his birthday, they
could order more personalized drinks later, but this was to
kick off everything for them. “To us,” he began as he leaned
down, the words whispered into Natalya’s ear, thanks to the
crowd. “To our vacation,” he continued as he brought his
glass to hers. “And to losing a lot of money…” he laughed as
the rim of his glass clinked against hers. |
As
soon as his glass touched hers, she knew it was the start of
their night. The bar itself was crazy, and the music was
addicting. It was the perfect recipe for a good time. "As
long as we make some of it back..." She laughed softly,
moving her arms behind her to hook around him. She was sure
it wasn't something he noticed, or ever thought about, but
he'd always been a very protective friend. Natalya had never
been someone who wanted to be taken care of, but it was the
little gestures, the small touches here and there that she
loved - - especially when they came from him. There was
something about Zach and his touches that had a comforting
and safe feeling.
"Who could forget that moonwalk, Zach?" She said as looked
around the room, spotting all the drunk and quite obvious
college kids who were out there that night making their own
memories. "Sometimes I got you drunk just to see that
move.." She added with a laugh. Their college days had
always been fun - - he always knew how to have a good time,
and she was more often than not there for those nights. They
were like birds of a feather, where one was the other
usually wasn't too far behind. There had been plenty of
times when she'd been asked if they were together, and there
were even more times when they wouldn't believe her when she
said no. It was almost a joke between them -- they were
platonic soulmates.
Of course, as the years passed and their friendship grew
stronger the platonic line seemed to get a little smaller --
at least in her eyes it did. As far as she was concerned,
when it came to Zach she was still only his best friend. It
was something she had come to accept, but there were still
days when she wished for a little more. That was not
something she wanted lingering in her mind that night,
though, and as soon as she got the bartenders attention, she
ordered them around round of drinks -- a double shot of
whiskey that time. Alcohol helped her forget, and she didn't
want that thought clouding their night.
"Come on..." As soon as she chugged her drink she turned
around and took a hold of his hand, only waiting long enough
for him to finish his. She still had a while to go before
she could say she was drunk, but she didn't need that excuse
to drag her best friend out to the dance floor. Him on the
other hand, she was sure he would have wanted the alcohol
before showing off his dance moves. "Now Mr. Zachary.. " She
laughed as she hooked her arm around his neck, her body
moving to the beat of the music. "What dance moves are you
giving me tonight before we hit those slots over there..?"
She added, looking in the direction of the slot machines, a
big smile touching her face. |
Zach
was barely able to get down his second drink before Natalya
had begun to drag him down onto the dance floor. His mouth
full of whiskey as he slid his glass upon the bar his feet
struggled to keep up with the direction she was pulling him.
“Oh god…” he groaned, his face grimacing as he swallowed the
burning liquid in one rough gulp; his arms immediately
finding their way around Natalya’s waist after a victorious
pat on the back. “I don’t know, I am definitely not drunk
enough to moon walk, but I might be just buzzed enough to
start the running man, or better yet the shopping cart?” he
laughed as he began to start the awkward flailing of his
limbs in attempt of doing the move. His arms fell to her
waist as he held her close, his face buried into the crook
of her neck and though he was not much of a dancer
throughout the years Natalya helped him fake the art of
dancing -- whether it be for weddings, or fundraiser dinners
for work, there was always a late night crash course of how
to slow dance without making it look too junior high-ish or
so that he didn’t crush her feet trying to keep up and
usually drunk the two laughed about how Zach still needed to
count to keep the pace.
But thankfully, Vegas didn’t care if he couldn’t dance, nor
did Natalya considering after all of these years she was
still his friend even with seeing his awful dancing --and
soon the liquor began to take over, causing limbs to feel
numb as one song turned into the next, and the closer they
got to each other meant a new song had started and more
people joined them on the dance floor. Soon Zach’s coat
jacket was finding its way to an un-occupied bar stool as he
took advantage of the break from the crowd to order them
another round of drinks and to take a breather himself. Zach
loosened the collar of his shirt, as well as his sleeves,
rolling them up his forearms as he waited for their next
round of drinks; his eyes glued upon Natalya who he left on
the dance floor to enjoy the remaining seconds of the last
song to herself, a smile upon his face as he knew she was
enjoying herself as much as he was at this exact moment,
there was just something about her that he could never put
words to, and it always just left him somewhat speechless.
Zach grabbed the drinks as he made his way back onto the
dance floor, weaving through the crowd of people as he
blindly reached for Natalya, grabbing her hand as he pulled
her toward the edge of the dance floor and away from anyone
who would’ve replaced their hands upon her body, and it
wouldn’t take long for someone to notice Natalya by herself
on the dance floor especially in the dress she was wearing.
“I don’t know what this is, I just asked the girl behind the
bar to make me something special, and I guess this is it?”
He laughed, Zach’s words were mumbled against her ear as he
inspected the liquid in the glass, handing Natalya her
drink, his arm wrapping around her shoulder as he pulled her
back close against his chest. |
The
alcohol was coursing through Natalya's body, and she
couldn't hide the fact that she felt incredible. She was
very relaxed and happy, and she was sure she had the look
plastered on her face. She wasn't drunk yet, but that numb
and tingling sensation that came from the alcohol was
certainly there. She had a very distinct drunk look -- one
which Zach knew very well.. and one which was accompanied
with a very 'don't give a fuck' attitude. It was the very
same attitude that had gotten her in trouble on more than
one occasion before.
As soon as the song both Zach and Natalya had been dancing
to came to an end, and Zach had walked away to get them more
drinks, Natalya closed her eyes and took in a deep breath,
pushing her hair back and out of her face. It smelled of
booze, cigarettes and a mixture of too much cologne, but she
was having too much fun to mind any of that. When it came to
dancing she wasn't shy, and as soon as the next song came
on, she fully let herself go. Hands in the air, body swaying
-- she had never been one to hold back. Through the corner
of her eye she could still see Zach, and the smile on her
face got wider when she caught him looking back. Giving him
a quick little wave she turned back around, finding herself
in a dance with one of the many people around her. She was
glad the song he had walked away for was anything but slow -
- she wasn't drunk enough yet to allow herself a slow dance
with a complete stranger.
It wasn't but a minute later when she felt herself being
pulled back in the other direction. "Nice..." Natalya smiled
once Zach made it back onto the dance floor, two drinks in
hand. She was beginning to get thirsty, and the drink being
offered to her was definitely very welcomed -- whatever it
was. Grabbing a hold of the drink she took in Zach's new
appearance, and she smiled, her free hand moving to wrap
around him. She was sure it was mostly the alcohol speaking,
but she couldn't help herself, "Have I ever mentioned that's
my favorite look on a guy..?" She laughed as she let her
body melt into his, playing with the undone collar on his
shirt. The music changed once more and Natalya couldn't hold
back another smile, it was as if that was all she'd done
since she'd gotten there. A slow dance with Zach; that she
could definitely do. Those were usually only saved for him,
and whoever she'd be dating at the time - - which if she was
honest had been no one in a while. "Drink up, Zach.." She
mumbled into his shoulder, placing a small kiss to his neck,
"... before the night is over, you'll need give me your
famous moonwalk.." |
Zach
laughed at the mere thought of his embarrassing dance moves
and the reality of how drunk he would really have to be to
bust them out in front of strangers in Las Vegas, and though
he wouldn’t completely rule it out he could only imagine
hearing about it once they got back home – after all this
wasn’t college, and he was supposedly an adult now. He shook
his head as his grip tightened around Natalya, as he quickly
downed the specialty drink as he set the glass upon the bar
behind him. “Oh god that was…. Not what I was expecting,” he
laughed as he shook his head. “Let’s just stick to whiskey
from now on,” he exclaimed, speaking in between a short
round of hiccups as he touched his finger to his temple as
if he were keeping that information stored in a safe place
for them later, confirming his statement with a nod.
The room grew dim as the tempo of the music changed, and the
once pounding bass that coursed throughout Zach’s veins was
now replaced with his own increase in heart-rate so much so
that he was sure Natalya was going to be able to feel his
heart beating within his chest; the music changing in a
seamless shift that only a skilled D.J. could accomplish as
Zach guided Natalya back to the dance floor against the flow
of traffic. “Oh this is my jam,” Zach exclaimed, though he
didn’t know the song at all, using the slowed pace as his
excuse to get her back out on the floor only this time
without having to share elbow space with everyone else.
“This is better,” Zach said his words barely above a whisper
as he kept their conversation in close quarters between
them, though no one was bothering them, Zach kept his arms
close around Natalya keeping a protective hold upon her as
the already thinned crowd thinned out even more and though
they were far from being the only two on the dance floor,
let alone the only two in the room, the two could’ve shared
the moment as if they were. “How ya’ doing?” He asked as he
looked down at Natalya, his eyes finally adjusting to the
lack of a strobe light pulsating with the beat, and a
rainbow of lasers that chased the bass line; his hand
instinctively pushing loose strands of her hair behind her
ear, before pressing his lips gently against her temple. |
Natalya
laughed as she let her body melt let into Zach's. It was a
position she was incredibly comfortable in, and if every
song while they were there had been a slow song she wouldn't
have had any complaints. "Your jam, huh..? You mean it's a
jam you can dance to?" She found it very endearing that even
when he wasn't a dancer he at least attempted at it - - it
was something she loved to do, and it kept her happy. When
it came to best friends she certainly had no complaints.
Bringing her lips closer to his ear, she mumbled softly part
of the song, a smile coming to her lips before she placed a
kiss on his cheek. "Don't worry, Zach... we'll get you off
the dance floor soon.."
It was starting to get to the point of a dance break, but
she knew as soon as she stopped moving the alcohol she'd
consumed would hit her all at once. "maybe by special she
thought you meant extremely sweet.." She mumbled as she took
a sip of her drink. The warmth of the alcohol combined with
the heat coming from the dance floor starting to finally get
to her, and she was starting to feel a little light headed.
She was glad for the dress she'd chosen that night; it was
the one thing keeping her comfortable in the heat if the
room.
As soon as the song was over, Natalya took a hold of Zach's
hand and started making her way through the crowds of
people. It was starting to get later into the night and
while the dance floor itself was getting lighter, a lot more
people had finally decided to join the party. Of course,
there were also those who could barely stand any longer and
were swaying all over the floor; a few of them bumping into
them as they made their way to the bar. Natalya was almost
expecting a fight to break out between any of them before
the night was over.
"You know what, Zach...? " Natalya gave a small shake of her
head followed by a laugh before hiding her face in the crook
of Zach's neck. "I think I'm starting to get a little
drunk.." Looking up at him with slightly glazed eyes, and
pointing down at her now empty drink, she added, "One more
drink and I might actually feel better about losing some
money.." |
It
was safe to say that Zach had finally reached that fine line
between buzzed and more-than-just-a-little-drunk; the double
shots him and Natalya had consumed in between the changing
tempo of songs finally had hit him as he knew that soon
enough the drinks were going to leave him tripping over his
words (and his feet) and the open window of possible not
necessarily of sound mind decisions, wide open. “Only a
little drunk, huh?” Zach laughed, shaking his head at
Natalya’s comment. “Well… We better fix that…”Zach’s words
were slightly slurred, as they trailed off and a hiccup or
two sneaking in between his words, the two ordering another
round of whiskey -- this time their glasses affixed to their
hands as Zach took Natalya’s hand into his own; their
fingers interlaced as they left dance floor, the
pulse-replacing bass filled music and the already overly
drunk crowd.
The casino was just as loud as the dance floor, if not
louder with the sounds of lucky slot machines emptying coins
into the metal basin below for some lucky gambler to collect
and re-distribute, and shouting crowds of people winning at
whatever table, encouraging the luck and higher bets. The
lights were bright as the two walked down the carpeted
walkway; Zach with Natalya no more than an arm’s length from
him as they searched for the right slot machines to dump
their change into, or even the right table games to fail at
since neither of them were strong gamblers. “Who would’ve
thought that me and you… US, would be in Las Vegas right
now,” Zach laughed as he took a long drink from his glass,
finishing most of it as he let go of Natalya’s hand, taking
a few steps ahead of her before turning to face her. “It’s
just so crazy, this is crazy,” he said as pointed blindly
around him, the smile upon his face that had been with him
since they landed in Vegas, now seemingly permanent. |
The
alcohol had definitely made its way into Natalya's body and
with her being a lot smaller than Zach, she was sure she
felt it a lot more than he did. "Oh believe me, Zach.. I'm
glad I'm here with you.." She laughed loudly as she took one
long chug of her drink, and closed the distance between them
once more, her arms wrapping around him in a hug. "You're
the only person I'll marry drunk in Vegas and not regret it
in the morning.." It was really only a joke, but she also
knew the alcohol was making her a lot more honest than she
cared to admit - - she really wouldn't have regretted in the
morning, not the way she would have with anyone else. She
was in love with him; she wouldn't tell him that, but it was
something she'd come to accept.
Her head was spinning - - a combination of too much alcohol,
the flashing of lights, and the million thoughts going
through her head. She wasn't going to lie, she was enjoying
it - - especially seeing how happy Zach seemed to be at that
moment in time. He'd been her best friend for so long that
it almost became second nature for her to make him happy; On
bad days she even made it her goal for the day.
"C'mon, Zach.. " Natalya laughed, finishing the last of her
drink and stumbling over her words; her face immediately
going to rest on Zach's shoulder as she hid her face in the
crook of his neck. She was drunk, and she felt like a
teenager out with her crush - - she was definitely in
trouble. When she finally managed to make herself pull away
from him, she gave him a little smile and nodded in the
direction of an empty booth near the dance floor - - she
needed a minute, but she was nowhere near ready for the
night to end. "it's... official.." She said between a laugh,
"now I'm drunk..." |
Zach
laughed as he watched Natalya take a seat in the vacant
booth. There was something about the consistency of the way
the alcohol caused her cheeks to flush with color that was
comforting; Zach could remember the first time the two were
drunk with each other, it was the first thing he noticed
about Natalya. Zach slung his jacket over his arm as he
stopped at the closest bar ordering two glasses of water
before he made his way over to the booth, taking his seat
across from Natalya, setting the glass in front of her as he
watched the several double shots of whiskey wash over her,
which caused him to laugh at the sight. “Are you okay?” He
asked genuinely concerned for his best friend’s well-being;
reaching for her hands as he laced their fingers together
before bringing the top of her hands to his lips.
Zach’s pulse returned to a racing state, pounding so loud in
his ears that it drowned out the rest of the background
sounds of the casino and for the first time Zach couldn’t
tell whether or not it was the double shots of whiskey he
consumed, or if he was straight nervous for other reasons;
his eyes fixated upon Natalya’s every move as every feeling
he ever had for her, spanning back to the moment where he
first met her slowly re-surfaced all that was left was for
him to tell her everything he had done so good at keeping a
secret non secret. “I wonder what it’s like…” He began, as
he took a long drink from his glass, only temporarily
letting go of Natalya’s hands, he was certain that she was
able to tell that he was now turning into nervous Zach. “I
wonder if all the chapels here in Vegas have Elvis marrying
people…” He laughed at the thought, and though it was
something cliché and cheesy, he couldn’t help but to be
intrigued by the thought. “We should do it,” again his words
trailed off as the thoughts from his head were obviously now
being vocalized, he was somehow speaking about something he
wasn’t a hundred percent sure on, but right now he sure as
shit felt one hundred percent sure of. “Wanna get married?” |
She
was sure she was hearing things; there was absolutely no way
that the man she'd been friends with since she was a
teenager had just suggested they get married. 'The alcohol'
she thought.. 'That must be it' At the same time, while her
brain was working on overdrive trying to figure out what was
going on, all that she really wanted to do was turn it off
and go along with it -- listen to what her heart was telling
her, rather than her brain. If she was to be responsible,
she would have simply smiled, given him a hug, and shrugged
it off as the alcohol -- a simple joke coming from her best
friend. That was the last thing she was doing that night,
though-- responsibility had left her the minute she got off
the plane in Vegas. Instead, she found herself nodding her
head, a stupid, happy drunk smile on her face. She'd go
along with it, see exactly how far they would really let it
get. She would have no problem with waking up and finding
herself married to Zach; he was her best friend, the one
person who practically knew her better than she knew
herself. If there was anyone that could make something like
that work, it was them.
"Okay, Zach.." She smiled, hearing the alcohol in her voice.
There was absolutely no denying that they were both drunk,
and she knew when morning came if anyone regretted the
decision they were about to make, it would all get blamed on
the alcohol. Sadly, she was fine with that; she was
perfectly willing to make a mistake of that size if it meant
there was even the smallest possibility things would go
differently for them. "Why not, right..?" She let out a
soft, almost nervous laugh as she watched him. He looked
nervous, but it was a different kind of nervous than she was
used to seeing on him; she was sure it was the same look
that was currently on her face. Letting go of Zach's hand,
Natalya slowly pushed herself off her seat, feeling very
lightheaded, very quickly. She knew it was both the alcohol,
and what she was about to do, but there was something she'd
always wondered about, and she knew if she didn't take that
opportunity right then and there it might never present
itself again.
Slowly making her way over to Zach -- not exactly sure she
could move any quicker, even if she wanted to, she looked
down at him and smiled. "Everyone already says we
practically are.." Sitting down next to him, she let her
hand go up to his face, lightly brushing her thumb over his
lip. Natalya knew she could be very well on her way to
making a big mistake, but that night had turned into
something completely different than she'd expected, and she
wasn't sure she'd be able to stop herself any longer. Moving
her face closer to his, she brushed her lips over his,
lingering there for a second longer than she would have had
her heart not been in her throat. She was suddenly feeling a
little less drunk, and a lot more scared. "Gotta prove them
right, I guess.." |
For
once Zach couldn’t tell whether or not it was the alcohol
that was causing his sudden ‘irrational’ behavior, or
whether or not it was years of true feelings finally coming
out thanks to the liquid courage. Again, Zach’s pulse began
to race, and his face grew flushed with nervousness – really
he couldn’t believe that he had just proposed that they go
and get married, and without a stitch of hesitation to his
voice. No truer words had been spoken about Zach and
Natalya’s relationship; they coexisted as if they were
married and they definitely could pass as each other’s
significant other’s (and often did when the timing was
necessary), it was simply just missing that last step of
finalizing an actual marriage that kept them from listing
each other on their taxes every year.
His eyes were locked upon Natalya as she moved from sitting
across from him to filling the void beside him; a drunken
smile upon his face as he rested his hand upon his chin,
soon compensating for her body now settling beside him.
Zach’s breath hitched in the back of his throat when he felt
her lips graze against his; it wouldn’t have been the first
time they had kissed, but under the circumstances, this was
different than any sober or non-sober kiss the two had
shared over the years. Soon, Zach’s fingers went from
nervously playing with his rolled up sleeves and the
remnants of water in his glass, to finding themselves
brushing her hair from her face, tucking strands behind her
ears, prolonging the moment between them as his pulse
continued to race and he was sure he wasn’t breathing – Zach
trying to get the courage to kiss Natalya, or to tell her
all of the thoughts and feelings he had been somewhat
keeping from her for years now – though with their drinking
rate, it was sure that it would all come out in a long
string of emotional jumble. “Let’s do this…” Zach said, his
words quiet, and whispered against Natalya’s lips as he soon
placed a barely there kiss upon her lips. |
Natalya's
heartbeat was going a million beats a minute; she'd had
feelings for Zach for so long and now that the opportunity
to do something about it was there, she was at a loss as to
what to say or do. She had been so good at hiding her true
feelings, only really showing small bits on the rare
occasion that she let her guard down, but never really
enough to get his attention. That night there was no guard,
and while there was a lot of fear, she wasn't really
dwelling on it - - she couldn't, not anymore. She needed to
let go of her fear; life was meant to be lived, regardless
of the outcome. That was something she had always believed
in, but when it came to her personal life, not really
something she always stood by.
Everything around her was at a standstill, she was no longer
focused on the music, or the people, or any of the gambling
going on - - there was the occasional excited yelling that
would catch her attention, but nothing long enough or as
important to her as the man currently sitting next to her.
All she could think of that moment was him, and the way his
lips against hers made her catch her breath, and her eyes
would close for a second to take it all in. Yes, she had
kissed him before, but never under the current circumstances
-- never when there were so many emotions coming to the
surface. She was sure if she was able to at that moment, she
would have told him exactly how she felt.
"You know I love you, right?" She asked, her hands moving to
wrap around his neck as her fingers drew little circles on
his skin. Natalya had told Zach she loved him more than
enough times throughout the years, but she never meant it
more than she did at that moment. "Come on," She added, as
she took a hold of his hand and brought herself to get up,
tugging at him to do the same. "Let's go get married.." She
gave him a quick smile, lightly biting down on her lip as
she tried making her way through the group of people out on
the floor -- people she had completely forgotten about until
that moment. She was nervous, she wasn't going to lie, but
at that very second there were no doubts in her mind; she
wanted to get married. |
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