;cracked perfection;;

Gaston had gone out of the hotel because his car had finally arrived to the hell of city they were in. Only having just being handled his keys, he turned to see his wonderful ferrari as a smile formed on his lips. He was ready to get into the cr and just drive away for a while,...

He smiled at her when she agreed to go somewhere else with him but was a bit taken aback by her question. He realized he hadn't even thought about where they were going to go to, he just wanted to drive his car a bit since he hated taking taxi cabs. Andd well obviously had been too blinded, by what he now recognized as flirting, to be able to think twice about his proposal. "You'll see, babe, maybe just get a bit away of all the city lights." Gaston handled it pretty easily as he winked at her, pressing the car keys on his car. "Well your highness, you don't have to wait for me to invite you twice." The boy joked before opening the car door for her to get in, closing it behind her and moving to enter and comfortably sit down as he started the car. He looked at her from his seat even now not knowing where they were standing relationship wise considering they had had a though past. He wanted to be friends with her again, but he also found it a bit too hard to get the thought of sleeping with her again out of his mind. "So, do you wanna go see the stars?"

“I’m not saying that it won’t work.. it’s just that I’ve never done something like that before. It’s not happening because I’m more awkward than a thirteen year old at an eighth grade dance.”

"You'll never achieve anything if you don't take some risks, babe. Oh is that so? Well what if we do it the other way round and I strip for you?"

"That's cool yeah, but now I'm buying us drinks because seriously dude."

"I could give the guard some bills so he wouldn't even look at you, but if you don't think it would work.. Oh, why not? We're in Las Vegas babe."

In my experience, you don't have to leave your room to get someone to strip for you. Actually, I'd do it you were to ask."

"Well you know, you can come back to the casino with me and you work as my lucky charm." He shot her a smile before shrugging. "Or if not I can give you the 80 bucks and we go find something better to do."

"I suggest you have a drink and let go for a night, have fun. I'm sure your kid will be alright."

"When you're in Disneyland, sure. But you're in Vegas, drinking and gambling, stripping even are more fun."

"If that's the case I think olá, bonita or hello sexy sound better, don't you think babe?"

At this point, the only reason Griffin liked birthdays was because they were an excuse to get truly and completely drunk, especially in Vegas.  Griffin jumped awake when he heard someone clear their throat in front of him. He didn’t register anything but his pounding headache for a second, causing him to groan. “What?” He whined with his eyes still closed, only opening them when he tried to move and felt himself weighed by two girls. He didn’t even look at the other person, too shocked by his lack of memory how he ended up in the hallway outside his room, two girls in his arms– one missing her shirt, the other with Griffin’s belt in her hand– without a shirt himself, his pants undone, and “birthday boy” written in lipstick on his chest. “What the fuck,” he breathed out closing his eyes now that he’d seen his situation as he slammed his head back against the wall. 

“Are you stupid? If you want to talk to a cow you are not going to say ‘Hi cow’, you are going to say ‘Moo’. It’s that simple.”

“Oh, I don’t know if it’s a result of the alcohol, but I want to do something wild. We should do something crazy. Let’s run around the Bellagio or something.”

Clarissa was laying by the pool, her eyes closed as she was reclined in the chair trying to relax. Key word trying, she’d been a high strung person by nature these past few years. She figured she was far enough not to be splashed but she hadn’t banked on people standing over her casting a shadow and causing annoyance with the proximity. “You know you’re blocking my sun,” she said flatly while keeping her eyes closed and resting her book over her bikini top as if to cover up, “I’d really love it if you could move.”