♜ Laughs into the distance
my muse wakes up next to yours after a night in vegas without a clue of what's happening
Las Vegas, most popularly known as the Sin City — the gambling capital of the world. It’s a sparkling, exciting world of non-stop partying and casinos and adult fun. It’s also known as the Capital of Second Chances — the city to go to for starting over. When he finally graduated from college, got his degree, the first thing he did was booked a flight to Nevada. An hour after receiving his certificate, he was on the plane. He shut off his mobile, ignoring the missed calls and text messages. He was going to party, let himself go and get himself utterly wasted, damn it. He didn’t want to remember the abandoned ring at the bottom of his wardrobe, didn’t want to remember his ex-girlfriend of four years. He needed this. His sister’s encouragements had been the final push. Kiba was usually quite impulsive, but this has to be the first time he done something so completely reckless. He has money saved aside for leisure, so that wasn’t a problem. He has not gone travelling alone before, and it was slightly terrifying. The worry and doubt was soon washed aside the moment he drove past the blinking ‘welcome to Las Vegas’ signboard. He instantly threw himself into the night life — and he has never felt anymore freer. For an entire week, he found himself partying and dancing and making friends from all walks of life, his life back at home forgotten for a brief period. He was never careless though, never let himself go too far to get himself drunk and passed out in the middle of nowhere — never brought anyone back to his hotel. It was much too soon. Kiba always has a habit of getting attached too fast. Until one morning he woke up with a pounding headache, his throat feeling like sandpaper and his mouth like cotton. He blinked drowsily up at the unfamiliar ceiling. The pain in his skull magnified when he tried to sit up. Groaning, he pressed the heel of his palm against his temple as he pushed himself up. …He was naked under the sheets. Suddenly awake, he noticed the bruises on his hips and arms, the insistent throbbing around his neck and the ache in his muscles.Fuck. He felt dread growing at the pit of his stomach as he looked to his side.Buried under the covers was a person. "Fuck." he said out loud, closing his eyes. He was an utter moron. He briefly took note of the stranger’s appearance. Delicious dark skin, brown hair and young. His face looked almost feminine. He was pretty, Kiba guessed, but he wasn’t sticking around to care. He couldn’t even remember going home with this man. What exactly happened last night?He slid out of the bed, picking up his scattered clothes. Quickly putting them on, he set out to find his wallet, mobile and keys amongst the mess on the floor.