Coffee Ice Cream
Procrastinating Updater
This story is going to be written by me (erika) and spy41 (kristina)... in the different POVs... I will be doing Sydney's POV and she'll be doing Vaughn's... anywho... We hope you enjoy! ^_^
~Prolouge-Part 1~
-Sydney's POV-
By erika
I walked out of the 'Emplyees Only' section back onto the main floor. There were old men everywhere, with young women. The woman were mostly my age. Only 25. And the men are 50, and 60... there was a man that was 73 and he had a little crush on me. My dad introduced us. Then, my father... my own father... gave me one the most expensive suites in the casino just to "spend the night" with the man. Boy, that was scary. Nothing happened... I ran away. How woman can "be with" old men really boggles my mind. I know they're marrying them and everything until they die, to get money... but what if the women die before the men? Then the woman would've had to die for nothing. And the last man they were with was some 80 year old. I won't be like that. The oldest man I've ever literally been with... was a 28 year old. And I'm not going any older than that. No exceptions. It's just going to be like that. The love of my life is going to be a 27 year old... blonde man. Boyish looking. Like that Julian guy, the one that runs security. He has a wife, though... but hey... wives could suddenly... oh, I don't know... die. A bloody, painful death.
My father called me into his office today to tell me that I needed to be on my best gaurd. He said that there might be some CIA break-ins. I asked him why they always want to take him down. He just shook his head and said something like, 'Russians are not liked here...'... I know we're originally from Russia, and my dad just suddenly moved here 10 years ago. My mother came with us too. But she has to come back and forth, she likes her job in Russia. I don't beieve my dad for some reason, though... something fishy there. Why he suddenly came to Las Vegas, USA... and opened a Casino... called 'The Irina'... named after my mom. Those two are certainly lovey-doveys. It's sickening at times. Especially when they start speaking in Russian... using it in a "naughty way"... it's just gross... they do it in front of me, sometimes too... that's even worse. Bleugh.
I just checked some old guy into the hotel section of the casino and he was touching me and sweet talking me. He had to be 80... gross... but thankfully, there was this guy, I don't know his name, but he looked french. A.K.A-hot. Anyway, the old man started touching me, and I think the younger hottie saw me making grossed out faces at the old guy, so he came up to the old man and said, 'here, I think I should take you to your room... this woman here, had some business to attend to...' Then the cutie smiled at me and walked the old man to the elevator. I had handed the cutie a peice of paper that said what room the old guy was in, when he took the old man away from me. I smiled back. God, he was hot. I hope he's staying here. The casino ain't just for old men anymore, I guess.
~Prolouge-Part 1~
-Sydney's POV-
By erika
I walked out of the 'Emplyees Only' section back onto the main floor. There were old men everywhere, with young women. The woman were mostly my age. Only 25. And the men are 50, and 60... there was a man that was 73 and he had a little crush on me. My dad introduced us. Then, my father... my own father... gave me one the most expensive suites in the casino just to "spend the night" with the man. Boy, that was scary. Nothing happened... I ran away. How woman can "be with" old men really boggles my mind. I know they're marrying them and everything until they die, to get money... but what if the women die before the men? Then the woman would've had to die for nothing. And the last man they were with was some 80 year old. I won't be like that. The oldest man I've ever literally been with... was a 28 year old. And I'm not going any older than that. No exceptions. It's just going to be like that. The love of my life is going to be a 27 year old... blonde man. Boyish looking. Like that Julian guy, the one that runs security. He has a wife, though... but hey... wives could suddenly... oh, I don't know... die. A bloody, painful death.
My father called me into his office today to tell me that I needed to be on my best gaurd. He said that there might be some CIA break-ins. I asked him why they always want to take him down. He just shook his head and said something like, 'Russians are not liked here...'... I know we're originally from Russia, and my dad just suddenly moved here 10 years ago. My mother came with us too. But she has to come back and forth, she likes her job in Russia. I don't beieve my dad for some reason, though... something fishy there. Why he suddenly came to Las Vegas, USA... and opened a Casino... called 'The Irina'... named after my mom. Those two are certainly lovey-doveys. It's sickening at times. Especially when they start speaking in Russian... using it in a "naughty way"... it's just gross... they do it in front of me, sometimes too... that's even worse. Bleugh.
I just checked some old guy into the hotel section of the casino and he was touching me and sweet talking me. He had to be 80... gross... but thankfully, there was this guy, I don't know his name, but he looked french. A.K.A-hot. Anyway, the old man started touching me, and I think the younger hottie saw me making grossed out faces at the old guy, so he came up to the old man and said, 'here, I think I should take you to your room... this woman here, had some business to attend to...' Then the cutie smiled at me and walked the old man to the elevator. I had handed the cutie a peice of paper that said what room the old guy was in, when he took the old man away from me. I smiled back. God, he was hot. I hope he's staying here. The casino ain't just for old men anymore, I guess.
