Vegas, Baby!

I haven't written a lot of flash lately...The Olympics have been taking all my time. However, I wrote a piece for Menage Monday over at Cara Michaels blog yesterday. I didn't have a lot of time. It's due in at 9:00 my time and I had to wait until all the kids were asleep... My idea was a little too big this time because I couldn't shorten it enough to be eligible to win. It's supposed to be between 100-200 words, mine ended up at 295. And that's after some cutting. I just ran out of time. Ah well, I posted it anyway. The prompts were a picture of the "Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas Nevada", the phrase "it all started", and the quote "I can resist anything except temptation" by Oscar Wilde. Oh, if you look closely at the picture, on the bottom is a sign with the name George Wallace. I googled him and he's a comedy act in Vegas...so I put that in too! :) Anyway, I hope you enjoy my take on it!

“Baby, we should go to Vegas!” Charlie bounced through the door.

“What? No. I can resist anything except temptation.” God, he looked good. That half-smile of his made my heart pound.

“What are you talking about? You don’t even gamble.” He grabbed an apple out of the basket on the counter.

“So there’s no reason to go, is there?” I snatched the apple and took a bite.

“Sure there is! We could watch some shows, like George Wallace – my buddy said he’s hilarious and gives out free stuff.” He winked as he snatched the apple back and took a bite.

“Is he raunchy? Because I think that kind of humor is in bad taste.” I leaned toward him and opened my mouth. He let me take another bite of the apple.

“Nah, he’s just funny, I think. Please, go to Vegas with me, Baby!” He leaned in close to my face. Too close.

“I really should stay away from temptation.” My heart raced and I turned to get something out of the refrigerator. I didn’t know what, but I needed to cool down.

“What temptation? You couldn’t care less about casinos and the only other thing Vegas has is… Oh. Really? Temptation?” I turned to see a huge smile on his face – not one of those smoldering half-smiles, but a gleaming all-teeth smile that practically knocked me over.

“I don’t know…it all started bubbling up when you said Vegas. If we go, we might end up…” I bit my lip. I couldn’t actually say it.

“And that would be bad?” His eyebrows pinched together.

“We just haven’t planned anything. We haven’t thought it through, or even talked about it…” He moved toward me and placed his finger over my lips.

“Baby, will you marry me?”