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I could turn time forward and get home for my big day. I couldn’t think about anything else. Andi tapped me on the shoulder.
    “Come on. I got us a great room.”
    I sighed. I wanted my room at home.
    “Cheer up!”
    Fine. I rode the elevator in sullen silence. My phone beeped and before I could check the text, Andi snatched it out of my hand.
    “Hey!”
    “I answered him and I told him it was me, relax. This is your last forty-seven hours of freedom. I’m keeping count. You’re off the leash until we get back.”
    “Andi, give me my phone.”
    She turned up her nose. “Nope.”
    I sighed, and the elevator door opened. The place was super plush, and I wondered how Andi was able to afford this. The room was incredible. There was a sitting room as big as a regular hotel room, a kitchen and a huge bedroom with a hot tub and giant, floor to ceiling windows showing a spectacular, two angle view of the strip and Freemont Street. There was a big metal superstructure over the street itself, which was closed to cars for pedestrian traffic.
    When it got dark, that huge roof would light up with thousands upon thousands of colored lights in a spectacular show that ran from nine at night to three in the morning, and there was a stage for concerts and all sorts of people and street performers, vendors and a fortune teller in a little hut at the end of the street.
    Andi came out of the bathroom in a horribly indecent green thong bikini and started filling up the hot tub.
    “Somebody might see you,” I chirped.
    She rolled her eyes, bent over, and mooned Las Vegas, not that the string between her cheeks gave her much coverage anyway. When the hot tub began to bubble she lowered herself into the water.
    “Can I take my nap now?”
    “Fine,” Andi sighed. “We’re not going out until dark anyway. I got us tickets to a show.”
    Good enough for me. I freshened up and changed and claimed the bed furthest from the window, hugging a pillow as I closed my eyes. Hours and hours on the plane and the car ride and all of it just fell on me like a lead weight and I was out like a light.
    I woke up to find Andi sitting up next to me in the bed, drinking a wine cooler from the honor bar and flipping channels. She stopped on Storage Wars.
    “I hear this show is fixed.”
    “Nuh uh,” I mumbled.
    “Yeah, it is,” said Andi. “They plant stuff. Who the hell leaves Spider-Man #1 or whatever in a burning hot storage bin in the middle of nowhere and just forgets about it? You know there’s an honor bar here, right?”
    “I don’t want to drink,” I said, though the last words came out all mushed up by a yawn. “I’ll be the designated driver.”
    “Fine,” Andi sighed. “You’re not going out like that. Go get cleaned up and change.”
    I didn’t feel like arguing. I took a quick shower and put on something a little more appropriate for the weather. It would be warm here even at night, closer to summer in Philadelphia, so I put on some capris and a loose, sleeveless t-shirt. When I came out of the bathroom, Andi was decked out in Daisy Dukes and a belly shirt with YOU CAN’T AFFORD ME written across the front in gold glitter, and flip-flops.
    Andi took one look at me and rolled her eyes.
    “Oh, well. I guess you’re off the market, anyway.”
    I sighed. “So are you.”
    “Hey, just because the store is closed, doesn’t mean they take the signs down. Let’s go have some fun.”
    “Okay. Fun.”
    Back down to the parking garage, and the Mustang was parked by the door. We went to get it ourselves, after Andi gave another generous tip to the attendant and handed me the key. I put the top down and Andi gave me a derisive snort when I stopped at the entrance and looked both ways, and adjusted my mirrors, before pulling out into traffic.
    “Where are we going?”
    “Back to the Strip. I’ll let you know,” said Andi, sinking into the passenger’s seat. “Just drive.”
    I drove.
    It was a more impressive sight at night,