The Luck of the Dice (Rufiya&Tomoko)

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Miranda stepped out of the vehicle, thanking him as he gave her bags. She was sure the both of them wanted to go out and party as soon as possible so she didn't wonder why he seemed kinda hurried. She thanked him, paid him ten dollars for the smokes and said their byes with her watching him drive out of the parking-lot. She stood there a moment wondering if she should have invited him, but then again she wasn't here for the guys.

After the whole checking in process was over she made her way up to the lavishly decorated hotel-room of hers, leaving Clyde's phone number on her bed as she freshened up for the night-life, putting on makeup, tying her hair into a bun and slipping into a well-fitting shining black dress which exposed her shoulders and her arms as well as halfway down her thighs.

She decided for her first night she'd be heading to the Hard-Rock Casino. She thought about calling for a ride, but he as probably preoccupied with something else anyway, so she got a taxi arriving at the front not so long after. Miranda immediately went inside, containing her excitement somehow, her first act of business in Vegas was to get a nice cocktail so she made her way into the bar, looking at all the other people here before sitting down on one of the stools and asking for a Black Velvet.
 
He needed to find his spot. He mingled about the casinos getting the feel for the places. Last time he was here he did very good. It's all about find the casino and finding the game. What would it be this time. He meandered casino to casino waiting for one to strike his fancy. Stopping for a drink or flirt with women for drinks or just for fun. Occasionally making a friend with the guy that had won too much or drank too much for free drinks. His was throwing out all his class and losing himself in the place. He had no fear of losing his money but why shouldn't he use every possibility thrown at him. If a pretty lady is gonna sit there crying he's not one to pass up an opportunity. Throw her a few compliments listen to her a little suggest she get drinks maybe even give her a kiss and vanish into the night. She got a confidence boost and he got a free drink. Truth be told he had tried to get a girl for the night but something felt off he just couldn't. Some face he couldn't place cause he was a little more then tipsy just kept pulling him out of his groove. And then he found it he settled right in and let the thrill of the game suck him away. You win some you lose some and boy did he win some. But why stop the party there. He headed to a club and kept the night going and the party alive.
And the party did stay alive right into the morning when he woke up with the bass still pounding in his head. Oh wait that's a killer hangover. He didn't dare open his eyes.
 
Miranda after finishing her cock-tail soon garnered the attention of a richer-man, who began to take her around the fun. It was nice to be escorted on your first Vegas trip, having a guy buy your drinks, gamble his money for you, basically pamper you was something Miranda might be able to get accustomed to as long as it didn't end up too too serious.

The details of last night were vivid, all the way to the point where she was on the dance-floor she had drank quite her share of alcohol and anybody could tell she was pretty drunk. The only thing going on her mind was the party, the dancing and the adrenaline it sent through her veins it was exhilarating. An amazing sensation of just pure fun and happiness. There was nothing quite like it. Just like the side-effect it would later produce the next day.

Miranda awakened to the shifting of her hotel bed, although her mind was hurting too much to think about it. All she could feel was her tangled messed up hair, a couple of sore-spots on her neck and she was drenched under sheets probably from sweat because it was oddly hot. She didn't remember how she ended up in her bed though. So she groaned into her pillow, the pain pretty intense.
 
Clyde became very alert and aware in two seconds. He heard a groan. Did he take someone home after all? He opened his eyes painfully due to the fact he was staring up into a light and sat up slowly. And then he saw her. What was her name Miranda the woman he had drove here. She looked like a beautiful train wreck. "Well I guess this is good morning." He braced for impact she hardly seemed like the girl for a one night stand. and as he ran his hand up through his hair he could have swore he saw a ring. He pulled his hand back. A ring. Why was he wearing a ring. His brain finally clicked it. That was on his ring finger on his left hand. Which had a meaning that he didn't want to accept. He looked at her hand hoping he had just bought a ring and put it on a stupid finger.
 
Miranda was so close to drifting off again, when a familiar voice caused her eyes to be wide open, she turned quickly seeing Clyde shirtless, lying in her bed. It took her a mere moment till she realized just what was happening. She automatically grabbed the blanket, hugging it close to her chest, only to realize that she was completely naked under it.

"Clyde?! Wha- why are you here?" Miranda cried, even though she knew the answer to it already. But before he could reply she saw her new black dress on the floor next to her, she quickly grabbed it, telling Clyde not to look as she ran into the bathroom next to their bedroom. Stopping by the mirror, the sight of little red markings trailing up her collarbone to the back of her neck catching her attention barely.

Her left hand automatically darting upwards to touch them, finding that they were still quite sore and fresh, at first she was angry that he would leave such markings even if they had done it on a drunken haze. But then she froze seeing the beautiful ring on her marriage finger, the finger which had only been recently unoccupied. She was at a complete lost of words.

Miranda came out dressed lazily into the previous night's dress, she was pretty sure Clyde could see the anger on her face as she raised her hand pointing at the ring. "I swear if you fucking have one of these, I'm going to kill you." Miranda threatened, the threat itself quite empty though seeing as she was incapable of doing that but heck, she was pissed.
 
Clyde got up and pulled on some clothes. He froze his pants half on. He sighed and finished getting his pants on. He held up his left hand. "Guilty as charged ma'am. But killing me won't work. It'll just get you in a lot of trouble. I am not worth that fuss." He smiled at her. "I mean I guess mine is as nice as yours and I surely hope that wasn't on my bill gosh that's one heck of a ring." He joked trying to defuse a bit of the situation. He sat back on the bed. "How about we piece everything together again and recover from this hangover. I will not be of much help of anything till I get some greasy food in me and a bunch of pain killers." He pulled on his shirt. "Plus you need a shower I do too and I need to find my hotel again and get dressed. So how about this I head to my hotel get dressed and you do the same. Then when your done call me I'll come get you we will go out for breakfast and then find all the missing pieces of our night and see how we got here." He really couldn't believe this after all those years of saying marriage was the stupidest idea and he gets married for the first time so drunk he doesn't remember. But still she wasn't a bad ball and chain. She was stunning even now in such a disheveled state. He chuckled at the thought. Another prime example of bad marriage he could not marry her just because she was stunning. But was this really gonna be it married for the first time for only at most half a day and then divorced?
 
Miranda turned away as Clyde slowly clothed, even if they had slept together and got married she was drunk at the time, overshadowing her usually shy personality during sex. After he was more or less clothe properly, she turned back to him crossing her arms. He seemed to be taking it quite nonchalantly. At least when put next to what Miranda was going on through her brain. She was so mad it almost covered the hang-over.

"Okay, whatever fine." Miranda said, grabbing her purse off the floor and taking out a bottle of some pain-killers, she swallowed the need proportions before tossing it over to Clyde. She walked over to her bag of clothes then, her body feeling surprisingly loose, she didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She pulled out some clothes before stopping, standing up straight from her hunched position as a thought hit her.

"There's a..condom somewhere in the bed right?"
 
He took the pills but nearly choked when she said that. "Okay. First puzzle piece we need to know." Clyde bit back every swear word he wanted to say. He got up quickly ignoring the pain in his hand and began to search around. "To be brutally honest when I've been really drunk and done this before I still remembered so why should this be different." He was getting really worried. I mean what are the chances if they didn't. That'd be hilarious in a not at all funny way. Was the world conspiring against him first the back stabbing now he's married and may have ruined their lives. He almost wanted to laugh.
 
"Because I'm that good in bed?" Miranda joked, her words coming out more of a question rather then a self-compliment. She dropped the pile of clothes she was just about to prepare to change into back on top of her bigger bag. She jumped back into the bed, pulling off sheet after sheet, trying her best to somehow find a used condom. It was such an odd thought in her mind but then it was the only thought in her mind. She couldn't be pregnant! She didn't even have a kid with her dick bag ex-husband how could she have one with a guy she met yesterday?
 
"Okay good news or bad news? I'm just going to say it I've found nothing and I've looked under the bed in the trash and even under pillows. Unless a very very quiet and rude maid has been here we may not have protected our actions so to say. Good news. I don't have as much a headache?" He tried to smile at her. "Hey maybe we didn't do anything we just got undressed and passed out. We were pretty drunk here's hoping?" He found his smokes and stepped onto the balcony lighting a smoke and letting himself think. 'What's the worse case situation? At most that ring is like a stupid amount of money and I bought it for her then to add to it she's gonna get really mad if I knocked her up and divorce me then steal all my money and I am going to be broke and excepted to pay for the kid I messed up and gave her. Yeah worse case situation. Best case? The opposite of that thought. Wait the opposite of that though is what she's stoked I got her knocked up and we live happily ever after and this is just a cute story we tell our neighbors. But hey why worry now go back to I should just go to my hotel room have a shower meet her for breakfast and then retrace my steps. Maybe me and her got freaky in a bathroom and that's where it is. Oh she is going to hate me by the end of this.' He put out his smoke.
"I will see you when you want to see me." He said. He smiled at her and bolted out the door. Not that he wanted away he just didn't want to be punched in the mouth. He walked to his hotel not the smartest move but he needed the time to chain smoke. A hot shower later. He was laying on his bed wondering how he is going to say sorry to her.
 
Miranda's mind raced even after Clyde left in a hurry, a smart move because Miranda was prepared to kick him right where it'd hurt the most. She continued looking around the bed not wanting to accept the fact that she may be possibly pregnant with generally a strangers kid. After around fifteen minutes she decided to just take a shower to calm her mind.

She undressed again stepping into the shower, letting the warm water pour down her face. It calmed her. She grabbed the soap, about to wash her legs when she saw the light purple plastic film, near her feet. At first a wave of relief raced over her, but then she almost felt like puking. Had they done it in the shower? She didn't want to think about it. She changed into simple, nicely fitting shorts, a tank-top and a hoodie which covered her well. She grabbed her purse, calling him.

"Clyde! I found it, its uh..well I'll tell you later." Miranda began, stopping not wanting to put the image of them having hot sexual intercourse in the shower into his mind. "Pick me up and we're going to check the casinos."

Afterwards Miranda reached the lobby she was stopped by the receptionist.

"Hey Mira. Was he any good?"

"Eh? Excuse me?"

"You know, that piece of eye-candy you brought in last night?"

"What?! Do I even know you?"

"Wow. You really were drunk huh. I just thought you were bubbly naturally. Whatever." The lady dismissed the confused Miranda. Miranda then proceeded to wait outside, wondering just what happened.
 
That phone call was the best thing ever. " Sure right away." He got dressed black slacks a grey shirt his converse. He felt a little almost disappointed there was almost a part that hoped that would keep them together he was obviously going crazy. This is what stress does to you, you rationalize terrible terrible things. He was not going to stay in this marriage no way no how. He got in his car and drove to her hotel. He got out and went to find her.
 
Miranda waited outside for a while, just shifting from standing on her toes to standing on her heels. Some of the concierge were secretly whispering among themselves, enough to convince that Miranda and Clyde must have made quite the scene when they arrived here sometime last last night. She could only blush thinking about it.

When Clyde's figure appeared in the distance she ran over to him. "Let's hit the casinos and figure out how we ended up in this mess." Miranda reminded him, eager but nervous to learn what had happened the previous night.
 
Clyde opened her door for her and closed it when she was in. "Of course. Do you remember the last place you were? The last thing I remember is a club but which one." He hmmed. "I was fine at the casino's not too drunk but then I won a lot and decided to go to a club."
 
She hopped inside the familiar car, hugging her knees as she was cold. At Clyde's question, Miranda thought back to it for a moment, her brain aching so much from just a simple thought process. But all she could remember was that she was dancing before everything just blacked out. She turned towards Clyde after another moment. "All I remember before I completely blacked out was dancing. I don't know where."
 
"Can we please just go get breakfast. I know this great place. Super amazing diner. It's wonderful pancakes bigger then your head. I mean whats the point of even driving around and wasting gas when we can't remember where we were maybe if we eat my brain will have enough thinking power to help out." He hated not eating breakfast especially after a night like that his body wanted food and coffee oh a coffee would be fantastic right now. No way he was gonna be any help he was thinking of coffee and food now.
 
Miranda shot him a look, a mixture between a glare and something else all-together. She was kinda annoyed, breaking the look to glance at the very expensive-looking ring that wrapped around her marriage finger. "I came to Vegas to get over a marriage, not join a new one damnit." Miranda couldn't help but say even though Clyde would make a much better partner then her previous one. "But fine, as long as your paying." She said after a while, her stomach growling slightly.
 
Clyde felt her glare but just did not care. "I know I know okay. We will figure this out and get a divorce I just wanna make sure we didn't do anything too stupid. But right now I am useless to you cause I do not function without coffee." He said that all as he drove he pulled up to a diner and got out he opened her door for her and walked in. The waitress walked over. "Clyde! Hey darling." "Oh Charlotte your as stunning as ever." She giggled and lead them to a table. "I know what Clyde wants what about you sweetie?" He loved this place he found it his first trip here and it became his staple he came here at least once when he was in Vegas and he knew all the staff. He relaxed into his seat instantly at full ease. He let the night replay through his eyes. He had to remember the night club he went too.
 
Miranda followed him inside, getting pushed aside by this jumpy waitress which Miranda guessed was one of his "friends" in the past, he visited her often after all. She slipped into the booth quietly, Clyde across from her and turned towards Charlotte who was asking for her order. "Just get me whatever he's getting I guess." Miranda told the lady, putting her left index finger on her lip as she thought, showing the ring. There was a bit of jealousy somewhere in Miranda. But she couldn't help it, she was a girl after all.

As the waitress left she turned back towards Clyde. "Associate of yours, I'm guessing?" Miranda said casually, before stretching with a quiet yawn.
 
He chuckled at her jealousy he could see it plain as day. "I come here every time I'm in Vegas I know all the staff and they all remember me. Charlotte is the biggest sweet heart. You really shouldn't have ordered what I always get." He said jokingly. Charlotte came back with two coffees. "Do you like your coffee black like Clyde darling or should I fetch you milk and sugar? Also Clyde she's a great pick very beautiful." "Thank you but she's not all just beauty she's smart and keeps me in line can you believe it?" He smirked to himself wondering how she felt now letting her jealousy get to her. Charlotte laughed. "I'll believe it when I see it."
 
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