We were hungover when we pulled into Vegas. It was around two in the morning. We had been caught fucking in the bathroom at Exxon in Kingman, Arizona. Some guy and his kid walked in. I had my hands on her hips, her palms were pressed into the mirror over the sink. I looked into the mirror over her shoulder at the guy and his kid. All I could think to say in the state I was in was, “I thought I locked it.” She started laughing out of sheer awkwardness, which made me laugh. The guy hustled his kid out of there. We finished and took a nap in the car. Bad idea to stop for a quick drink and a game of pool to wait off the heat. It became an all day drunk, and it led us to the gas station. Fast forward to Motel 6 by The Strip, we had been driving since Tucson, seeing her family there. She was crazy and fun, I think we were maybe twenty-four or twenty-five. We passed out long, and I woke up and walk to the am/pm for a jug of water and some food. It was grey in Vegas. She had never been there. When I walked into the room she was leaned against the headboard watching TV.
“How’s Vegas in the daylight?”
“An old whore without make-up.”
I went to the sink and brushed my teeth.