Re: [Adult] VIP Area
She didn't argue with any of it. Instead, she just listened. She just let the words flow over her, and she let herself believe them, and she wished that could still be the case come morning. She wished she could wake up, see his sleeping face, and believe that everything was okay again. She wanted that, wanted to believe it, and she leaned heavily against him as he led her out. She didn't blush at the catcalls or the whistling, too used to that kind of thing to care. But she knew he wasn't used to it, and she stretched up and kissed his cheek as they moved, pulling him toward the elevator as quickly as she could manage on heels that were back on her feet and, really, too high for how far gone she was. His suit jacket engulfed her, and she felt like even the fabric could keep her safe than most anything in the world, just because it belonged to him.
She slipped the heels off as she waited for the elevator, and the crowd and impatience made her tug on his fingers and pull him toward the stairs instead. She raced ahead of him, mostly steady on her bare feet, losing articles of clothing as she led him on a chase - shoes first, his jacket next, the dress just after she disappeared onto the level with the rented rooms. There was no sight of her then, only the slowly closing door to indicate the room she'd dipped into. Inside, the room was dark, the light of the Strip the only brightness through the glass windows.
She was in the large bed that took up one of the room's walls, beneath the white sheets and watching the door. The necklace she wore, the one with the ring he'd given her all those years ago, glinted when she rolled onto her back, sheets falling away as she closed her eyes sleepily, trusting him to lock the doors and keep the bad things out and away.