Snow. In Las Vegas. What were the odds? A layer of thick flakes floated down from the skies, coating the motel property in white. Monika marveled the scene as she stepped out of the backseat of the bright yellow taxi parked at the front of the building, recalling white Christmases in North Carolina. Such a sight at this time of year was commonplace back home, but in the desert, it was a jarring happenstance. Climate change was really fucking the planet in the ass ⏤ or maybe it was some sort of sign from the heavens above that she was disturbing an otherworldly order by showing up. The decision to make the trip across state lines to Sin City had been driven primarily by the same knee-jerk process that typically led her into precarious situations. But this was different, it had to be. She needed to look her sister in the face and apologize for the strife she’d caused, or at least try to, if Rosaliya would even entertain her presence long enough for her to eke out a few words.
A few people lingered outside, impressed by the snow. It wasn’t anything Monika hadn’t seen before. All she wanted in the moment was a hot shower and a handful of Advil to dull the persistent throbbing in her skull. Maybe even one of the cans of beer in her fridge. “Hair of the dog that bit you,” Elijah used to say. She lost herself to her thoughts, wondering how her older brother was faring since their last conversation, and about Christmas back home. Most of the family had stayed in the Tar Heel state and would inevitably be spending the holiday together as they did every year, this time with a few noticeable absences.
Keycard at the ready, Monika approached her door and inserted the card in the reader. The light flashed red. “What the fuck,” she mumbled under her breath. A second attempt failed, followed by a third, a fourth, a fifth, frustration growing at a rapid pace. She kicked at the door and swore loudly, turning the card over to determine why it wasn’t working. Today was not the day to be locked out. Turning on a heel, she started toward the front office to have the card reprogrammed, but the sight of a brunette approaching stopped her in her tracks. “Fucking card isn’t working,” she grumbled. “That happen a lot around here?”
After spending the morning with her brothers, trying to clear a good path to the store from the road, all Cat wanted was a shower and a quick nap before her afternoon shift. The night before had been spent with lots of friends and family and she hadn’t gone to sleep until after 3am. The snow had definitely thrown her off and while she wanted to spend the day just staring out the window, she had things to do and in a few days the snow would just be another weird consequence to climate change. It was something that she saw as beautiful but it also made her angry for reasons she knew no one really wanted to listen to right now. She had already tried her tangent on climate change and politics on her brother Luis and he had quickly shut her down by holding up his phone to show he was too busy scrolling through instagram.
Cat had just made it across the street, pulling her sweater around her a little tighter as she walked across the motel’s parking lot and towards her door. She was about to reach it when she heard someone coming down the steps muttering to themselves. She turned and raised an eyebrow at the blonde, looking around her before realizing she was the one being talked to. “I don’t know, I don’t work here,” she said and motioned at the door, momentarily put off by the woman’s question. It wasn’t a rare occurrence for her to get mistaken for a motel employee, another complaint she had made her brothers listen to over beers. She looked at the women again before tilting her head. “Wait...do I know you?”
She took a step closer and tried to think more. There were a lot of blonde white woman around, and definitely a lot that she had crossed paths with intimately but this woman struck her as someone who was more recently familiar. “Oh shit, I do know you. Or well...I mean I know your body more than I know you at this point but you know, we were a little busy.” She laughed softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as the memories came back to her. “I met you at Marquee the other night. I’m the girl who made your night by backing my ass up against you,” she joked, hoping that she had gotten the right person. “Uh I tell you what, why don’t you hang in my room so you can get out of the cold and once I change,” she said and motioned to her clothes, “We can see what we can do about your key,” she said with a soft smile, already pushing the door open to her room to let her inside. “Of course you’re staying here,” she said with a soft laugh as she started to pull her sweater off, “Vegas is only so big.”
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