Page 20 of Menace in Vegas

I’ve been recorded against my will in a Barbie car.

I just need one fucking thing to go right.

We pull into the motel parking lot, and I throw the car into park like it personally offended me.

Allie stretches, sighing happily. "This has been the best day ever," she says.

I close my eyes.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Do not strangle her.

My eyes pop open. I grab the keys, shove the door open, and stalk toward the front desk.

The motel receptionist barely looks up from her phone. "Need a room," I grunt, throwing my wallet on the counter.

Allie prances in behind me, completely unbothered.

I press my palms into the counter, speaking through gritted teeth. "Separate beds. Got it?"

The receptionist chews her gum, unimpressed. "Only got one left, bud."

I freeze.

Allie gasps dramatically. "Oh nooo," she says, pressing a hand to her chest. "What a tragedy."

I stare at her. I can’t tell if she’s being serious or not.

She’s pure evil.

I turn my attention back to the receptionist, "Tell me you're lying."

She shrugs. "I mean, you can sleep in the car."

I drag my hands down my face. "Fine," I mutter. "I’ll take it."

Allie beams.

I don’t like that look.

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I shovethe key into the door, push it open, and immediately want to die.

The room is small, with a tiny bed.

One. Fucking. Bed.

I exhale sharply.

Allie strolls in behind me, whistling. "This is so cozy," she chirps, throwing her bag onto the chair.

I run a hand through my hair, debating if I should just walk into the ocean and drown myself.

"I’ll sleep on the floor," I mutter.

Allie gasps, hand over her heart. "You’d deprive me of your body heat? What if I get cold?"

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