Back in my hardcore party days, me, my best friend (Sophia) and our boyfriends (Mike and Rich) took a weekend trip out to Vegas to celebrate Sophia’s birthday. The trip consisted of pool parties, clubbing, and a normal amount of drugs and alcohol.
It’s day two and we’re in the hotel elevator heading back to the room. We just left the pool where we fried our brains out on molly. The atmosphere was getting a bit too hectic for Sophia and I so we offered our boyfriends some fun if they’d take us back to the room. It took every ounce of self-constraint not to jump my boy right there in the elevator, surrounded by old, midwestern tourists.
We head back into our suite, where the AC is blasting. The sensation of the cold air blasting against my bikini’d body instantly wakes me up and im back in party mode. I guess the molly hasn’t worn off as much as I thought. I glance at Sophia and I can tell she feels the same.