what happens in Vegas;
05:22am | March 2014
   Katelynn, still borderline drunk but coming to her senses, sunk down onto her sofa, petite shaky hands gripping onto her heels. Shit—what just happened? What did they do!? Tiny widgets of the night came through in flashes. There was crying on both her and her best friend Jamie’s behalf—over heart breaks and recent losses. Lots of alcohol and atrocious singing (again from both counterparts) followed by a bit of dancing and not-so-scary ghost tales. But then there was—oh dear. There was kissing (oh how she could still feel the soft trail of kisses he had left down her neck causing her stomach to sommersalt). It was all harmful at first. Though quite quickly it led into something more heated, further than their friendship had ever gone. Admittedly something Katelynn had secretly always wanted but not like that. Not under those circumstances. But she hadn’t the will to stop herself and nor did she really want too. The brunette ran her fingers through her tatted locks trudging to the bathroom for a quick shower. How awkward was this gonna be from now on? She could barely concentrate on the burning water prickling her skin. Shit! What if she’s lost her best friend?
After what seemed like a life time of trying to wash away the guilt she managed to pull herself away from the warmth of the water and to her bedroom. She peered at her phone—06:34am. In just under two hours time Katelynn would have to be back at Jamie’s apartment and then endure a long painful car journey to the airport. Ironically this just had to happen the night before their important trip to Vegas for a client. Course—typical! She hoped he hadn’t been offended by her quick getaway whilst he slept. Excuses were hard to come by for Kate but today she had a solid one. She had to pack! And Jamie must know by now that it took Katelynn hours. However... she wouldn’t tell him how her suitcase was already pre-packed and waiting to go by the front door for the past two days. No judging; she just needed some time to clear her brain, wrap her head around what had happened.
07:21am. It wasn’t long before Katelynn was pulling up to Jamie’s apartment. She paid off the taxi driver and lugged her self and her suitcase to the front door. Just breathe Katelynn—it’s fine. He’s your best friend. You’ve got this! Couple more minutes of a useless pep talk to herself and Katelynn was banging on the door, bracing herself with an attempt of her signature smile. “C’mon Jam— we’re gonna be late.”
