Omnia Nightclub
Caesars Palace
Yvonne had just been fired from her job. The last thing she needed was to go out to the city and get drunk. However, her stepsister had dragged her to a club to "take her mind off things". As they both sat down and ordered drinks
Yvonne, “I can't believe I got fired. I thought I was doing pretty well”. She complained.
Lexie tried to cheer up Yvonne who was still complaining. She put her hand on her shoulder and spoke calmly.
“Hey, cheer up. You'll definitely find another job. There are plenty of job opportunities here in Las Vegas, California”. Yvonne rolled her eyes and took a gulp of her beer, not in the mood to be cheered up.
"I was so good at my job. Why would the Boss fire me for no reason?" She said as she looked rather pissed off.
Lexie, who was sitting next to her on the couch with a concerned frown on her face, noticed how much alcohol Yvonne had drunk so far.
"Yvonne, drinking yourself to a stupor won't change anything. It's not going to make you forget about getting fired." Lexie said with a firm, but gentle tone, trying to get through to Yvonne.
Lexie's eyes went wide with admiration as a handsome young man entered the club she was in. She felt her heart skip a beat as she stared at him, completely taken in by his handsome looks and presence.
She watched him as he moved through the club, seemingly completely entranced by him. She was so busy staring at him that she barely noticed her stepsister saying her name to get her attention…
Yvonne was getting pretty drunk, her speech was starting to slur as she held her glass in her hand. Meanwhile, Lexie was distracted by a young man who sat at the VIP section, he seemed to capture her attention.
“Lexieeee, hey!”. Lexie turned her head towards Yvonne, still a little distracted by the man in the background.
Lexie pointed towards the young man who was sitting in the VIP section, admiring him from afar. She couldn't help but notice his good looks and charm.
Lexie whispers to Yvonne “Look at that young man over there. He looks so sexy and attractive. God, I wonder if he'll notice me?”. She let out a soft giggle, a bit tipsy from the alcohol in her system.
Yvonne, who had drunk quite a lot, suddenly exclaimed to Lexie that since she liked the handsome young man at the VIP section, she would go over there and talk to him.
Lexie, horrified by the idea, grabbed at her stepsister's arm, trying to stop her from making a drunken and embarrassing mistake.
"No, Yvonne, no! You're too drunk, don't go over there!" Lexie pleaded with her, pulling at her arm in an attempt to hold her back.
Despite Lexie's protests, Yvonne was determined to go over to the VIP section and talk to the handsome young man. She staggered through the crowd, stubbornly set on her drunken mission.
Lexie watched her stepsister with a mixture of concern and embarrassment, feeling that this was going to end badly. She let out a sigh of resignation and decided to leave the club before things got too embarrassing.
She grabbed her purse and quickly slipped out of the club, not wanting to witness the impending scene of her drunk stepsister hitting on the young man in the VIP section.
Yvonne, unsteady on her feet and clearly intoxicated, staggered up to the young man who was sitting in the VIP section, surrounded by three security guards.
The security guards noticed her and immediately blocked her path, as they were trained to protect their client from any unwelcome or intoxicated persons.
"Stop right there, ma'am. You can't go any further," one of the security guards said firmly, standing in front of her.
Yvonne, stumbling and slurring her words due to her drunkenness, tried to convince the security by saying with a drunk smile.
"Oh, I mean no harm, haha! See, my stepsister over there likes your boss, and I came here to talk to him on her behalf, hahaha!". She gestured vaguely in Lexie's direction. The security exchanged a skeptical glance, still blocking Yvonne's path and preventing her from getting too close to the boss in the VIP section.
The young man, who was previously sitting quietly in the VIP section, had overheard Yvonne's words to the security. He regarded her with a curious expression, before speaking up in a commanding voice.
"Let her come to me." He ordered his security guards.
His subordinates, although reluctant, couldn't defy their boss's order. They reluctantly stepped aside, allowing Yvonne to pass through and approach the young man's table.
Yvonne, now standing in front of the young man, swayed a bit due to her drunkenness as she tried to make her case for her stepsister Lexie.
"You see, my stepsister really likes you, and I don't mean any harm," she said, her words a bit slurred but understandable.
She paused and then, in her intoxicated state, offered a deal.
"I will pay you $100 every month if you accept her, how about that?" she said with a slightly lopsided grin.
One of the security guards standing nearby, overhearing Yvonne's drunken proposal, couldn't help but let out a chuckle at her offer.
"Do you know who you're offering such a small amount to?" he asked her, clearly amused by the situation.
The young man in the VIP section remained silent, observing Yvonne with an almost amused expression on his face, as if finding her drunken state and the entire encounter rather entertaining.
The young man stood up from his seat to face Yvonne, who was wobbling on her feet, and took hold of her waist to help her remain steady. He feigned ignorance and said with a slight smirk.
"I didn't see anyone sitting in the direction you pointed. Maybe it's you who has interest in me?". His hand on her waist felt surprisingly strong despite the seemingly nonchalant gesture, and his words were laced with a hint of playfulness, as if he was amused by her drunken advances.
Yvonne, still in her drunken state, protested weakly as the young man leaned in and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. She was about to protest more but his words stopped her in her tracks.
The young man pulled back a bit and said with a teasing smile.
"Every woman like you acts like this when she sees a rich guy." He held her close, his grip on her waist tightening slightly.
Yvonne, fueled by her intoxication, found herself drawn into the young man's kiss and returned it with a fervor she hadn't expected. Her inhibitions lowered due to the alcohol, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his, lost in the moment.
The young man, clearly amused and pleased by her response, deepened the kiss and pulled her even closer, one hand sliding down to her lower back.
The young man finally pulled back from the passionate kiss, leaving Yvonne feeling slightly dazed in her drunken state. Taking a moment to compose himself, he addressed one of the security guards without taking his eyes off her.
"Get my special room in the club ready," he ordered, his voice firm and commanding.
The security nodded in acknowledgment and quickly left to carry out the order, understanding the young man's intentions.
