It's complicated... but promising

"Don't think about ****." You know you're being a hypocrite considering you want **** on the assholes at MicroStuff. Still. "Think what a narrow escape you had. If you hadn't seen him, you would have married him tomorrow and let him control your life."

"Like he's done for the past ten years," she whines. "Going on about how important it is to be pure, untouched by human hands. I bet that bitch on the stage is as pure as driven snow."

"Don't blame her. I'm sure she's just trying to make a living. From what I saw of Charles, he's not the kind of guy a hot girl would go out of her way to give a casual fuck to."

"You're wrong. He's very... ohmigod, I'm still doing it, aren't I? Still under his spell like a zombie or something."

"How about I take you back to your aunt and friends," you propose. "I think you need a shoulder to cry on."

She nods, then shakes her head. "Maybe I need a shoulder to cry on but you know what? I think I need something else more?" She grabs your hand, drags you into the casino, marches up to the desk and declares, "we're newlyweds. Do you have a bridal suite?"

"Of course." The clerk checks you out, clearly wondering if you can afford the suite. Which you're wondering as well. "It is five hundred a night."

Shit. Has Charlotte set you up?

You feel a nudge on your thigh and look down to see Charlotte passing you a wad of cash.

A gentleman would push it away and insist on paying yourself.

You're pretty sure you're not that much of a gentleman.

"That isn't a problem is it, honey?" Charlotte asks.

What the hell. You take the money and start counting out twenties.

"You can put it on your credit card," the clerk suggests.

"Afraid I maxed it on one of your slot machines," you lie.

"Oh. Well, maybe I can comp at least part of the room, then. Can I see your club card?"

"Threw that away so I won't be tempted to gamble the rest of our wedding gifts away. You have a problem with cash?"

"Of course not, sir."

"Great." You fork over five hundred in twenties, then when she gives you the bill, another two hundred for resort fees, taxes and surcharges. If you ever get the hack down, one thing you'll change will be to make people quote prices that mean something rather than fictitious bullshit.

"Come on, honey." Charlotte grabs the key card from the clerk and drags you to the elevator. "We're going to have some fun."