Our First Date
March 5, 2017 4:00pm
“Napping. What you doing?” I replied.
“Getting some things together. It’s my bday! So it’s a supreme situation all day.”
“Happy Birthday! You’re on the move, meanwhile, I’m playing mom trying to get the other two up. Foxy in here singing and cooking like somebody auntie.”
“I feel you, well hit me up when y’all get moving.”
“Bet, we have massage appointments this afternoon, so we need to get moving soon.”
Twenty minutes went by and then another hour to get ready and walk out. I’m telling y’all, it is me x3 when I travel with the clique.
“So where is your appointment at? I can meet you there?”
“It’s at Essence Spa but that plan is scrapped because their electricity is out.”
“Your fake name too ha. Well, Damn. So what now? We going to the David Copperfield show you want to come?” he asked.
“Shh. It’s a real one in a way. What time? Yes. How much are tickets?”
“I can get yours but I dunno if your friends want to come or not.”
“What time? It’s most likely going to be my twin and me.”
“9 o’clock. $132. I got yours and it’s a table for four so your friend would be sat somewhere nearby if she came.”
If she came? Of course, she’s coming. I’m not getting kidnapped out here, oh no.
“Okay, that’s perfect!”
Since he was a stranger, I asked my twin to go and she agreed as long as I paid for half. Luckily there was one seat left in the theater.
“We literally found the only empty seat in the theater. So, i’ll see you later. We also decided to stay in this dark ass spa. They’re lighting candles and the electricity may come back on during our sessions. I’ll text you after.”
“Okay cool. Just hit me up. We can meet at my place before?”
“Possibly, we have dinner plans. Where are you located?”
“The Cosmopolitan right now. 66th floor.”
“Okay. I’ll check back in with you later.”
We ended up meeting at will call.
“Kaya, Ian. Ian, Kaya.”
“Hi, nice to see you again.” He said giving her a half hug. “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”
“I did. Those massages today were definitely needed.” She responded.
“Are y’all excited to see this?”
“Oh for sure. I’ve never been to a magic show.” I replied.
“Next in line.” The will call personnel called out to us. We moved forward. “Name?”
“I.D.?” the personnel asked with her hand out.
I handed it to her. “What’s funny Ian?”
“Nothing Ms. Jackson.” He smiled.
“Thank you. Here’s your ticket.” The personnel handed the ticket to my twin.
“Tell me what’s funny. I want to laugh too.”
“Okay. I can show you better than I can tell you,” he said as he removed his I.D. from his wallet, “My last name is Jackson too.”
“No way. Let me see that.” I grabbed his I.D. Sure enough, we shared the same last name.
“What, Mr. Jackson?” I teased.
“Nothing.” He said as he led us into the theater.
Inside, I was reintroduced to the engaged couple. I slid into the booth and sat next to the woman with Ian on my right. My twin sat directly in front of me and the lights went low.
The show began, and it was a blend of comedy and magic. Copperfield brought out the cutest little foreigner and Ian teased that we looked alike. It was at that moment that Ian put his arm around my neck. I tensed up for a few minutes. But as the show continued on, it grew chillier in the theater and I cozied up as close as possible.
“That was awesome.” I shared with everyone as the lights came back on.
“I’ve never seen anything like it.” the woman shared.
“Yea I was impressed but i’ve been looking around trying to figure out the tricks,” Ian said, “This is his theater so I’m sure there’s something set up in here to pull that off.”
“Let the magic remain a mystery.” I responded as we walked toward the theater exit.
“Did you enjoy it?” Ian asked Twin.
“It was a great show, but I agree Ian. There has to be something set up in here.”
“See, she knows,” he nudged me, “Are ya’ll coming out tonight?”
“No, I’m pretty exhausted from the massage and foot detox from earlier. I need to rest.”
“Rookie mistake touring the strip in heels. I get it. Hopefully I get to see you before I fly out.”
“Hopefully! Happy Birthday and thanks again for inviting me.” I hugged him and waved goodbye to the couple.
Back at the condo, Ian and I conversed throughout the night until I fell asleep.
“Don’t forget to let me know when you wake!”
“I’m definitely not going to forget about yo sexy ass.”
I woke up to a smiling creeper Foxy. “Are you making breakfast?” I asked.
“Ha no. We ran out of breakfast food. Dude, I’m salty. I’m hungry.”
“I’m sure you’ll find something.”
“There’s nothing.” She whined. Kaya pulled the covers over her head as I grabbed my phone.
“Shhhh. Let’s not wake the bear.” I giggled. I looked down at my phone and cackled.
“I got the booty call message. LOOK!”
“Ahhhhh. He thought!” we twerked in the kitchen.
“Look! We still have shit.” I swung the cabinet open and held up the liquor.
“Dude. I know you are not.”
“It’s Vegas. The V in Vegas stands for Vacation, which translates to ‘let’s get wasted’. I’m making a pitcher of sex on the beach.”
“Just waking up.” I responded to Ian as I grabbed more ingredients for breakfast.
“So how did your date go last night?” Justice spoke from across the room.
“It went well, surprisingly. I was mad comfortable,” I said, “But peep, that magic show was dope as fuck. I wish I could’ve taken photos. That little alien he brought out was so cute.”
“How was he? Was there a vibe?” Foxy asked.
“Yes, there was a vibe. What exactly that is, idk. Think he wants the cat. But he was a gentleman though. It was chill. Note, I didn’t get kidnapped.” My phone buzzed.
“Lol, it be like that. I wanted to see you again before I left.”
I started the blender. “Yea, I totally don’t remember falling asleep either. And me too.”
“Ima send a Lyft to bring you over here. If you’re down….”
I poured my drink into a glass and bounced over to Justice, jumping on her. “Am I down sis? AM I DOWN?” I laughed showing her the message.
“Nah. Can’t eem do it bra.” Foxy chimed in.
I woke the sleeping bear from her half slumber. “What do you think, should I entertain this?”
She sucked her teeth at me. “Lex. You already know you’re not going. Let me sleep.”
I laughed. “But you know, maybe it could just be a link-up. We could hang out by the pool. Have a poolside chat. Couple drinks. Maybe some fruit.”
We laughed and I heard the others laughing too. “You know damn well if you go over there, you’re fucking.”
“True. But I’m not fucking. Hashtag, celibate.” “What are you trying to do?” I finally responded.
“Well we got ‘til 11… just chill, watch a movie, I can give a decent massage. See where it goes from there… Idk if you’re drinking this early or not but that’s always available lol food etc.”
“Hmmm. This sounds like some fun kind of trouble. I’m trying to behave though.”
“There’s no such thing as behaving in Vegas. This is sin city. Besides, I dunno when I’ll see you again and we should make the most of each moment.”
“All facts lol.”
“So send me your address and let me know when you’re ready?”
“I want to see you too. Outside. Daylight. Where the good women roam.”
“Lol bet. What would you like to do, beautiful? My flight leaves at 1 and I have to check out at 11.”
“Brunch or gamble?”
“I don’t have an appetite, but we can definitely do something slow. You play poker?”
“Na, I only know how to play blackjack.”
“Okay. Your casino? Mine? I’m about to get dressed.”
“Mine. Southpoint. You can bring your bags here and leave straight to the airport. 9940 S Las Vegas Blvd.”
“I’m on the way.”
“Alright y’all he is on the way and we’re going to the casino over yonder.”
“He’s coming in here?” they asked in unison.
I looked around. “Uhm. No. Ima just set his bag in here but no.”
“What will we do today?”
“Idk. It’s my last day, we can turn up or explore. Y’all have the remainder of the week to do whatever. Just let me know. How’s the sex on the beach Foxy?”
“It’s good. Now that y’all bitches up I’m going to play music.” When the beat dropped we had a twerk session.
He arrived, I took his bag in and forced him to drink a sex on the beach with me. Then we walked over to the South Point Casino. We discussed our lives, careers, goals, family, weird quirks and destinations on our travel list.
Time flew by and it was almost time for him to head out, so we left the casino.
Back at the timeshare, I brought a chair into the foyer and sat on his lap, cowgirl. He asked me more personal questions as we waited for his Lyft to arrive. During so, my eyes betrayed me because he asked,
“What are you looking at?”
To which I responded, “Those juicy ass lips.”
He looked down at his phone, two minutes until arrival. We kissed until the Lyft pinged that it had arrived.
“You know I can cancel this Lyft and reschedule this flight.”
“Lol, no. Not a good idea. You should get back.”
We kissed again.
I pulled his bag from behind the closed door and hugged him tight.
“I’ll see you soon.”
I laughed. We probably won’t ever see each other again. But that was fun.
I still texted “Thank you for being the perfect gentleman. Have a safe flight!”
“You’re welcome. It got tough at the end there but no problem lol it was very nice meeting you. Hit me up when you’re on the way home.”
“I agree and okay, will do.”