flashing at him all over the place. They hadn’t even found the entrance to their hotel’s parking garage yet, and Reece was wishing he was back out in the desert.
The strip was a cacophony in every sense of the word. Music came from nearly every surface, and all the buildings were a clash of colors. It felt like they were all fighting to draw him in, get his money, his attention, his time. Reece turned forward and focused on the street itself, which was stop-and-go traffic under pedestrian bridges and through a million stoplights.
“Isn’t it great?” Angus asked. He practically had half his body hanging out the window of the car. “There’s our hotel, right next to the Eiffel Tower. The parking garages are usually in the back.”
Reece was frankly relieved they were near their hotel. He didn’t know how much more driving he could take in Sin City. They circled around behind the casinos until they found the parking entrance for Planet Hollywood, found a spot in the garage, and dragged their bags from the back hatch.
“Fucking hell, it’s hot here.”
“It was pretty hot at Coachella too,” Angus said.
Maybe it was all the huge buildings and the lights and the desperate lack of anything resembling grass, but it just seemed way hotter in Vegas to Reece. Stiflingly hot. Suffocatingly hot. All of a sudden, he wanted nothing more than to dive into a pool and stay there forever. “We might need to move the swimsuit buying part of the agenda up to the front of the list tomorrow.”
Angus chuckled. “There’s a mall inside our hotel. Let’s get checked in, stretch our legs a bit tonight, and that can be the first thing we do in the morning.”
“Of course there’s a mall.” Because every hotel has a freaking mall inside of it….
The inside of the casino was another barrage of color, noise, and light. Reece nearly tripped a few times from staring up at the ceiling at the array of purple and pink and blue lights. The ceilings were high and dark behind the lights, and it was cool in there compared to the heavy heat of the parking lot. Even with the incessant dinging of the slot machines, he had to admit it was much, much better. Reece wasn’t convinced Vegas was for him, but he was willing to give it a fair shot.
“I am so not cool enough to be in this place,” he muttered.
“Right.” Angus rolled his eyes. “That’s why every chick we’ve walked past has stared right at you. Because you’re such a huge dork.”
It took a while, but they finally found the front desk and checked in to their room. After another long trip through the maze of the casino, they found the elevators that took them up to the twentieth floor. Their room was pretty nice, actually. Reece raised his eyebrows at Angus.
“It’s fine,” Angus said with a smile. “I could’ve tried to get us a room at the Bellagio.”
Reece knew enough about Vegas to know the Bellagio was one of the priciest options on the strip. “I would’ve strangled you.”
They dropped their suitcases and used the sinks to scrub off the four hours in the car, then grabbed their wallets and headed out the door.
“Why don’t we walk around the Paris tonight? It’s close, and you look exhausted.”
“I am,” Reece admitted. “Not very Vegas of me.”
REECE WAS impressed with the Paris. He liked how they had the legs of the Eiffel Tower going right through the main casino floor, and how they’d decorated a whole street inside the building to look like something right out of Paris.
“This is small potatoes too. Wait until you see the bigger ones. They’re incredible.”
“Tomorrow, right? I’m beat.”
“Yeah. Tomorrow is fine.” Angus looked like he could’ve walked around for another three hours, looking at the lights in awe. Reece felt a little bad, but he was falling asleep on his feet.
“I can’t wait,” Angus said with a grin.
THEY ORDERED room service the next morning when they got up. Angus insisted on
The strip was a cacophony in every sense of the word. Music came from nearly every surface, and all the buildings were a clash of colors. It felt like they were all fighting to draw him in, get his money, his attention, his time. Reece turned forward and focused on the street itself, which was stop-and-go traffic under pedestrian bridges and through a million stoplights.
“Isn’t it great?” Angus asked. He practically had half his body hanging out the window of the car. “There’s our hotel, right next to the Eiffel Tower. The parking garages are usually in the back.”
Reece was frankly relieved they were near their hotel. He didn’t know how much more driving he could take in Sin City. They circled around behind the casinos until they found the parking entrance for Planet Hollywood, found a spot in the garage, and dragged their bags from the back hatch.
“Fucking hell, it’s hot here.”
“It was pretty hot at Coachella too,” Angus said.
Maybe it was all the huge buildings and the lights and the desperate lack of anything resembling grass, but it just seemed way hotter in Vegas to Reece. Stiflingly hot. Suffocatingly hot. All of a sudden, he wanted nothing more than to dive into a pool and stay there forever. “We might need to move the swimsuit buying part of the agenda up to the front of the list tomorrow.”
Angus chuckled. “There’s a mall inside our hotel. Let’s get checked in, stretch our legs a bit tonight, and that can be the first thing we do in the morning.”
“Of course there’s a mall.” Because every hotel has a freaking mall inside of it….
The inside of the casino was another barrage of color, noise, and light. Reece nearly tripped a few times from staring up at the ceiling at the array of purple and pink and blue lights. The ceilings were high and dark behind the lights, and it was cool in there compared to the heavy heat of the parking lot. Even with the incessant dinging of the slot machines, he had to admit it was much, much better. Reece wasn’t convinced Vegas was for him, but he was willing to give it a fair shot.
“I am so not cool enough to be in this place,” he muttered.
“Right.” Angus rolled his eyes. “That’s why every chick we’ve walked past has stared right at you. Because you’re such a huge dork.”
It took a while, but they finally found the front desk and checked in to their room. After another long trip through the maze of the casino, they found the elevators that took them up to the twentieth floor. Their room was pretty nice, actually. Reece raised his eyebrows at Angus.
“It’s fine,” Angus said with a smile. “I could’ve tried to get us a room at the Bellagio.”
Reece knew enough about Vegas to know the Bellagio was one of the priciest options on the strip. “I would’ve strangled you.”
They dropped their suitcases and used the sinks to scrub off the four hours in the car, then grabbed their wallets and headed out the door.
“Why don’t we walk around the Paris tonight? It’s close, and you look exhausted.”
“I am,” Reece admitted. “Not very Vegas of me.”
REECE WAS impressed with the Paris. He liked how they had the legs of the Eiffel Tower going right through the main casino floor, and how they’d decorated a whole street inside the building to look like something right out of Paris.
“This is small potatoes too. Wait until you see the bigger ones. They’re incredible.”
“Tomorrow, right? I’m beat.”
“Yeah. Tomorrow is fine.” Angus looked like he could’ve walked around for another three hours, looking at the lights in awe. Reece felt a little bad, but he was falling asleep on his feet.
“I can’t wait,” Angus said with a grin.
THEY ORDERED room service the next morning when they got up. Angus insisted on
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