You’re Hitting It.
I sipped coffee and looked out the curtain. The Strip pulsed and flashed, and it undulated with the idea of Vegas beneath it. Lucy walked over and rested her chin on my leg. I leashed her and we sneaked out. My head was throbbing mildly. Should have been worse. Lucy did what she had to do. I watched the night of Vegas. I was a married man. A cop on a mountain bike was chasing two skaters. Limos rolled up and emptied. Back upstairs I drank my coffee and watched the street again.
A light tapping came from their suite, and then stopped. I walked over and opened the door. Their light was on, so I walked in and closed it quietly. Amanda was in the bathroom. Billy sat by the window in front of the hot tub, “Well, this is bullshit. 8:30 p.m.”
“Morning for Vegas. Weeknights don’t count here. How’s your head?”
“I’m not thinking about it. But it’s fucked. Still hitting the town.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
Amanda came out. I smiled at her, “It…is…ALIVE.”
She laughed, “Don’t make me laugh.”
“Look at it this way,” he said, “we’d be a lot worse off if we hadn’t slept past sunset. I’m actually alright, considering my blood is 93 percent vodka right now.”
Amanda fell across the bed, “I’m not giving in, we’re in Vegas.” She screamed from the bed: “SISTER! Get your ass up!” She put her head under the pillow, “I would go get her, but that involves motor skills.”
The door pushed open and Lucy came in and jumped on the bed. Amanda talked to her from under the pillow, “Lucy Luce!”
Lucy pounced on her and nuzzled her head under the pillow.
“That’s right, Lucy,” I said, “give her big kisses.” Billy smiled.
Christine walked in drying her hair and holding a cup of coffee, “Hey fags, we hitting the town or what?”
I looked at them, “Exactly.”
She walked over and kissed me, “Morning, husband.”
“Hi, Mama.”
Amanda talked to her from under the pillow, “How are you not hungover?”
“Not my fault you can’t handle your liquor.”
Billy looked over at the hot tub, “Haven’t even used it yet.”
“Tomorrow, Annie,” Amanda snapped. I laughed. Christine handed me the coffee. “Papi?”
I took a sip and handed it back. Billy looked at me, “Right now it’s Papi. You’ll be Annie in seven years.”
“Bullshit.”
He walked over and slapped Amanda on her ass. She shrieked. It had been awhile.
“Fucking pervert,” she said.
I grabbed Christine’s hand, “I’m taking the old lady down for espresso and a muffin. Back in awhile. Watch Lucy and get your asses ready.” I squeezed her hand. She finished putting her hair back in our room and we walked out. We heard Amanda raise her voice: “I can’t believe you DID THAT! What’s gotten into you?!”
We walked. Christine sighed, “Great. They’re going to be fighting now.”
“Those two are about to fuck. And those two need to fuck.”
“Oh?”
I caught the vibe from him. He’s hungover, away from his problems, in Vegas. He’s a man, and he’s burned out on being passive with her, and she’s just as burned on it as he is.”
We waited by the elevator. She shook her head, “You’re wrong, Sigmund. I know my sister. You think you’re so smart,” she jabbed my stomach. The elevator opened. It was empty. We stepped in. She beat me to the lobby button, “Trust me, Papi, she’s freaking out right now.”
I pressed the next floor down. It stopped and I pulled her out, hit the up arrow and folded my hands in wait. She laughed, “Yes?”
“I’ll make a bet with you. If they’re not fucking, right now, I’ll go down on you on the balcony.”
“And if they are?”
“Then I’ll go down on you on the balcony.”
The door opened. We stepped in and went back up. She folded her arms, “I like the odds in this town.”
We walked to the door, keyed in our side, and I hushed Lucy right away. Not that I had to. Amanda was screaming over the racket of the headboard and frame: “HOLY SHIT! THAT’S THE SPOT! YOU’RE FUCKING HITTING IT! OH MY GOD FUCK ME BABY! OH FUCK!”
Christine’s eyes widened. She covered her mouth. I waved to Lucy and we left like thieves. I stared ahead, “You were right, she’s freaking out.” I pressed the button and we stepped back in. She looked at the doors as we started down, “Wow. He was really giving it to her.”
“He’s had enough sexless bullshit. I don’t blame him.”
She leaned into me, “I’m so fucking hungover it’s insane.”