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Karen

It seemed this could be the best day of my life. Ever.

My friend, Jenna, and I had been saving up for weeks on end for this trip. Las Vegas. Need I say any more?

I'm not the type to break the rules, but this time I think I could make an exception. I grinned as my eyes filled up with the glowing, neon lights that surrounded us. I honestly felt like I was in a movie or something. Partly because I was in the place which a lot of films are set... but, literally all I could see was hotels and casino's and maybe the odd shop.

'Karen, that's the hotel I booked... I think...' Jenna called over to me, she had been glancing around and looking at her map lots.

'M'kay. So, dump our stuff and let loose?' I smiled a devilish smile. Jenna rolled her eyes at me, but looked interested in my proposal all the same.

'Easy tiger,' she finally laughed, 'we've only saved up around... what? one thousand pounds between us. I forgot what that is in dollars...'

'Um... they, like, double it or something? So two thousand? I don't know. I'm not a math student.' I grunted, 'we can find out later. But let's just get to the hotel for now.'

I looked up, expecting her to link arms with me and lead the way. No such thing. As Jenna wasn't there any more. I gulped, 'Jenna! Jenna!'

That was kind of useless seeing as she wouldn't hear me over the bustle of the city, and as if my day couldn't get any worse, I was being dragged along with a current of people down the street. Not knowing which way to go because I had been idiotic enough to ignore which hotel she had pointed to.

I was knocked into someone, and I dropped my bag.

'Ah! Sorry!' I stammered, glancing up at the stranger then crouching down to fumble with my bag, I just managed to grab my purse and passport before it was kicked in the other direction, 'fucking hell....'

I stood up, tightening my ponytail, to see the guy was still there with a slightly amused expression on his face.

'Ah, I said I was sorry...?' I mumbled, intimidated by him a little.

'I'm fine. But you look a little out of it. So, what's a English chick like yourself doing here?' He asked, still smirking at me.

'I was holiday, with my mate. But I kind of lost her...' I muttered, my cheeks flushing. I looked away, reluctant to hold a conversation with a complete stranger.

'Look, this street is kind of busy, want to get a bite to eat; then we can look for that lost friend of yours.' He didn't really ask it as a question, it was more like a command. I felt myself grimace and he chuckled, 'I wont kidnap you, c'mon.'

I somehow found myself being dragged along by the mysterious stranger towards a bar. But, hey, like I cared. I'm in fucking Vegas!

The End

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