Private and Selective Infamous: Second Son indie RP blog for Brent Walker. I track the tag brentwalker.
Just a quick note, a lot of my posts concern drug abuse and thing of the sort. So there are times that I will forget to tag.
But I try to tag it under tw; drugs as often as possible
She grinned, slipping into the taxi. “Nah, you haven’t. I’m guessing you’ve been wanting to come here for a while?”
“Well only after I had a bit more money saved up like now.” Brent answered, “Looking out the window, seeing the lights of the night live shining bright a mile off in the distance.
“That bikini cost 40 bucks, I better see you in that. I just don’t get why it’s so expensive for something that just covers your boobs. With triangles. Where the hell do they get the idea for these prices?”
“You’re askin’ the wrong girl, babe.” She replied, leading him out of the airport. “Besides, I usually just go skinny dippin’.”
“We’re probably going to end up doing that at some point.” Hell, the open bar was a recipe for disaster and its the only ingredient. Brent hailed a taxi and put their bags in the trunk, “Did I ever tell you how much I’ve wanted to go to Vegas in like that past five years?”
She grinned, pulling her hair into a high ponytail. “I love this weather. Ahh, damn did I miss this..” She beamed, bouncing on her heels.
“You mean you enjoy this?” Brent had been to this part of the states, but he only came around here during the winter when it wasn’t as bad as this. If it was possible he would melt right out of his skin.
She nodded and smiled. “Th’ heat is the best part! Why do ya think I always keep the heat on at home?”
“So you can drown me in heating bills all year round.” Brent joked, “I’d rather freeze than burn up, it feels like I can’t fucking breathe babe. If the casinos are this hot too I’m not leaving our hotel room.”
She squeaked and followed him, soft giggles leaving her as she was picked up and set on the edge of the sink. “We’ll go however you wanna, love. It’s up t’ you.” She hummed, leaning forward to kiss him. “C’mon. Get ready so we can get the mall over with, yeah?”
After all the shopping and acquiring plane tickets, the two stood on the escalator down from the terminal they were in, the midday dry Vegas heat was murderous. “Oh my god, babe. Did we step off the plane into hell?”
She grinned and kissed him back lightly, a hand moving to rest on his hip. “Fine, I’ll stop. Doesn’t mean I won’t start when we get to the hotel.” She teased, sitting up and pushing him towards the bathroom. “Go shower, babe.”
Brent groaned as she pushed him towards the bathroom, “I don’t want to. I’ll only go if you join me.” He turned around this time and pulled her into the bathroom with him, picking her up and placing her on edge of the sink, “It’ll be fun, I promise.” Then they could get ready. “So are we going to drive there or are we going to take a plane?”
She squeaked loudly, giggling as she was carried inside and ultimately set down. “Oh, fine. Although, I do prefer you in boxers.” She teased, hooking a finger in his waistband and snapping it lightly. Looking over to his bag, a brow raised. “Do you have shorts? It’s gonna be warm. Usually 80 to 90 degrees, love.” The teen replied, going through what clothes he had already packed.
“Piper please don’t do that when we’ve got somewhere to go…” Brent said slowly pushing her down on the bed and kissing her, “You know how easily I get distracted.” Hell, at this point he was totally fine about not going to Vegas if it meant cuddling up with her all weekend not doing much other than sleeping. Yeah ‘sleeping’.
“Alright. I’ll pack enough clothes for then.” She murmured, tugging a shirt on over her head, then her shorts. “Alright. Be right over. Love ya.” With that, she hung up and grabbed her bag, which she filled with her toiletries and such items. Her laptop was stuffed inside, along with her chargers.
It wasn’t long until she stood in front of his apartment, knocking lightly on the door. “C’mon, babe.” She sighed.
Brent always took his time getting to the door, no point in rushing there when you could finish up what you were doing before answering the door, 9 out of 10 times they were usually still there. Opening the front door her leaned in to kiss Piper before picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder and into his room, setting her down on the bed. “I’m not ready to go yet. I just got out of the shower. So just sit there and look beautiful until I throw something on, or you can help me pack.”
The entire time wouldn’t be spent at the wedding so some casual clothes would be nice, right? But then again it had been a while since he had been to a place with a dry hot climate like Nevada but Piper was from that area so she might be able to tell him what to throw in the bag and what not to.
“The mall. Macy’s maybe.” She replied after washing her mouth out. Picking her phone up, she walked back to her room and went to change, pulling a new set of underwear on. “I’ll be at your place in a few. Just changin’ now.” Looking down at the phone, which had been placed on her bed, she raised a brow. “How long will this be? A few days or what?”
“Yeah, something like that,” he answered back, Brent actually had no clue at all since it didn’t occur to him to ask, the ceremony was the night after but it’s not like it would hurt to stay a couple more days afterwards. They just needed a nice big break from everything in this city by going to a city that was even more crazier. That’s the type of vacation he loved, if you want a nice relaxing vacation go watch a movie on your couch and turn your phone off or something. Even though he wasn’t the type to gamble, more or less he was the type to make his own luck, particularly by cheating or making the odds lean in his favor. Chances were they would get kicked out of every casino they go to if he gets caught, but it would definitely be worth it.
