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.
* * *
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?"
