Wednesday, October 2, 2013
MIRANDA, IZZY, VANESSA
JUST IN CASE YOU HAVE NOT READ YOUR E-MAIL....HERE IS THE BEGINNING TO OUR TALE:
(Quatro Quatro’s Hands talking)
His knuckles scrapped, sweaty and about to be crammed into somebody’s face. They loosened a bit when Dan Smith yelled
“We won! Quatro Quatro we won!”
He threw his arm up and I went along with it forming a fist in the air
he screamed at the top of his lungs. He finally felt alive, his temples visibly noticeable, and his face lighting up like no other.
I carried the bags to LAX
Dan said enthusiastically.
“Pound it dude”
Quatro Quatro said excitedly. That kind of hurt my knuckles.
On the plane Quatro and Dan fell asleep I rested on Quatro’s belly. I saw other people on their electronic devices, others laughing, fighting and staring blankly into space. Quatro Quatro took a peek at his watch not remembering how he got to his hotel room. He was so exhausted from the football game that everything felt like a dream. He turned to the side to find Dan in some dark blue jeans and a black polo shirt. He winked and said
“Let’s go we are late”
Quatro Quatro rubbed me on his face and asked confusingly,
Dan said with a sly smile
“How could you be late to a bar?”
Quatro Quatro challenged.
“Just hurry and get ready”
Dan said irritated.
I could feel the cool breeze of the midnight vegas air. I opened the door and the lights, smells, and people all gave me a rush. All is a sudden I was not too tired. As I walked to the bar I brushed up against a beautiful lady’s naked back. She looked helpless, eager, and anxious all at the same time.