What Happens In Vegas

I hate these society things. I hate them. I loathe them. They only serve champagne and wine. I don't know about all of these people I'm about to see but champagne doesn't get me drunk and wine gives me the worst hangover. I don't see what is common about vodka. Or gin. Or shots. Not to mention the company. There's a remarkable difference between people my Gran invites and the people I'd invite.
I was standing outside the hall with Andrew. We had to make our grand entrance. I'd rather go home and watch old episodes of Sex In the City. Andrew wrapped his arm around me and I smiled. Okay, breathe. It's okay.
"Only just over three months to go, V." Shit. Okay, maybe it would be a whole lot better if I just stopped breathing. It would solve everyone's problems.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Of course." he looked at me like I was crazy.
"You know I've been hearing rumours that it's eight months away."
"What rumours?" Oh no, he sounds concerned now.
"Word on the street."
"What street is this?"
"Vegas."
"We don't know anyone from Vegas." he reminded me.
"I know." I agreed. "And in San Diego!"
"We don't know anyone in San Diego."
"Speak for yourself." I grumbled under my breath.
"Ready?" Andrew asked. I nodded and he opened the doors. My arm was joined with his and we walked inside the hall. Everyone was looking at us and raising their glasses. I wonder if they know they come from China.
"If we can welcome Violet and Andrew!" someone in the distance called and everyone started clapping. Not cheering. Never cheering.
I smiled widely and took a glass of something. I don't know what. It's not like it matters. I drowned the entire thing. I think I just threw up in my mouth a little. Andrew broke away to talk to some of this childhood friends who were laughing and nudging him. I grinned and went to find something interesting to do. Like drown myself in the punch bowl.
I saw Fran, Liz and Jenny at the edge of the room, probably gossiping about my upper lip. I went over and they took their turns hugging me. Accept Liz. She told me I looked fat. "What are we talking about?" I asked.
"You." Liz said bluntly.
"What about me?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Maybe we should talk." Liz thought.
"Oh?" This has to be bad. Liz took my arm and pulled me to one side. We started to walk into a room off of the hall and Liz closed the door. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"The guy you hooked up with."
"Can we not do this here?" I said.
"No, this is important." Liz huffed.
"What then?!" I demanded.
"I know about Mike."
"Because I told you." I sighed.
"No, you didn't tell me everything." Shit. Shit. Shit.
"I don't know what you mean?" I asked. My voice was hysterical. I was hysterical. Damn it.
"Come on." Liz said annoyed.
"Come on what?" I snapped.
"I know!"
"You can't know!" I yelled back.
"That's why you acted strange when I said you were a cheater. I found you out."
"I hooked up, you said it was racy!" I exclaimed.
"I thought it was until I realised."
"Realised what?" I screamed.
"That you and this Mike are having an affair." Oh God has she got the wrong end of the stick.
"No," I laughed. "You can't be serious."
"I know, V. You're having an affair."
"You're wrong!" I yelled.
"It's all over the internet."
"Well then the internet is wrong!" I sighed.
"Was it wrong at that birthday party when I was fourteen and got my first period?" Liz huffed.
"That was different." I rolled my eyes.
"I can't believe you would do this to Andrew."
"I haven't done anything." Accept get married to a cholo but details, details.
"You have to tell him."
"I don't have to do anything." I folded my arms across my chest.
"If you don't go out of here and tell him and come clean then I will."
"It's none of your business." I said angrily.
"Andrew is."
"Excuse me?" I laughed humourlessly.
"Just tell him." she urged.
"But it isn't true. What am I saying that you're having trouble grasping?" I sighed.
"V-"
"I'm not coming clean because there's nothing to come clean with concerning an affair!" I chose my words wisely for that one. Just in case, you know. Anyone does find out.
"I'll tell him." Liz threatened.
"You will not." I glared at her.
"Tell me why you did it." she said, inching closer to the door.
"I didn't!" I huffed, dramatically waving my arms around. Perhaps I should call Mike in front of her. The idea of having an affair with me would probably make him throw up.
Suddenly the door opened and I saw Gran walk in with a glass of what looked like Pepto Bismol. I don't even want to know. "What's going on?" Gran asked. She seems happy with me. Maybe she's drunk.
"Will you tell her?" Liz asked.
"There's nothing to tell." I glared.
"V is cheating on Andrew with a cholo." Liz rushed.
"You bitch!" I snapped. "And he is not a cholo. Calling every Mexican a cholo is racist." I added.
"You what?" Gran's eyes widened. "You're cheating on Andrew."
"I am not!"
"Why would Elizabeth say that then?"
"She's an attention seeker. Jealous. Deranged. Take your pick." I replied.
"I can't believe this," Gran started pacing. "You've finally found a man who loves you despite your ridiculous, rebellious behaviour and you've thrown it all away."
"How have I?" I asked. "It's not true."
"Be quiet, you selfish girl!" Gran spat. She's still pacing. I just want out right now.
The door opened again and Dad walked in. I put my head in my hands and groaned. He's honestly the last person I'd like to see. "Why are you all in here?" he asked.
"V is cheating on Andrew with a cholo!" Liz rushed again.
"Stop saying that!" I snapped. "He is not a cholo."
"You're cheating on him? What?!" Dad demanded.
"I'm not!"
"There's photos of them together in Vegas. His hands are all over her." Liz told everyone.
"Why would you let yourself get into that situation?" Dad asked angrily.
I should be screaming that it was a hook up. That it didn't mean anything. But honestly all I'm thinking about right now is how bad I want to see these photos. "It wasn't like that." I finally said.
"You whore." Liz muttered.
"Me?" I laughed humourlessly. "You're the one who was calling it exciting and racy. You're the one who wanted it and was jealous! Let's tell Gran and Dad all about Venice shall we? The waiter on the cruise. The Italian couple in Jersey." Liz looks horrified. She doesn't know I know about all that. But I do.
"How?" she muttered. Then she saw everyone else looking at her. "I don't know what you mean." She rushed.
,"Come on," I rolled my eyes. "You pretend you're so innocent, Liz. You even pretend to me. But you're not and we all know it. You're just like me, it just doesn't end up on the internet when you do it."
"I can't believe this." Dad put his head in his hands. He's probably going to develop a brain tumour now all because he's found out his two only daughters have gone from a zero to one thousand on the promiscuity scale.
"There's no need for anyone to get upset," Gran suddenly said. "This sort of thing used to happen all the time when I were younger."
"It did?" Liz asked, shocked.
"Yeah, it did?" I widened my eyes.
"Of course. And we will handle it as they did. We will do nothing, pretend nothing has happened and Violet will marry Andrew. Problem solved." I'm sensing a problem still.
"That's crazy!" Dad snapped. "We cannot not tell Andrew. He deserved to know."
"I agree." Liz nodded.
"We will do as I say." Gran said dangerously.
"No!" Dad argued.
"Richard-"
"No!"
With all the arguing and shouting no one noticed the door open. I looked up and winced. Oh fucking hell. Andrew was standing in the door way timidly. He saw the exchanges that were happening and frowned. "What's going on in here?" he asked.
"Nothing." I mumbled and folded my arms across my chest.
"Tell him!" Liz glared at me.
"Yes!" Dad growled.
"No!" Gran rushed.
I have a headache.
"Tell me what?" Andrew asked nervously.
"I can't." I shook my head violently.
"V has been having an affair." Liz suddenly said. I looked at her and shook my head angrily. That bitch.
"What?" Andrew asked weakly. He backed away and shook his head at me.
"She's been having an affair." Liz repeated.
"Don't listen to her!" Gran rushed.
"No, she's right!" Dad argued.
"Who?" Andrew asked me, now angry.
"His name is Mike. In Vegas we-"
"If ant believe you. I really thought I'd changed you, V." Andrew spat and turned to run out of the room. He hurried out and I turned to Liz. I pushed her down and ran out into the hall after Andrew. Everyone followed me and after a while once we were in the middle of the hall I had to stop to catch my breath.
"Wait!" I yelled.
"What for?" Andrew spun around to look at me.
"It's not true! I'm not having an affair with Mike! Okay, we were together then in the photos for one night but I'm not having an affair!"
"Then why so secretive? Then why all this? Why didn't you really argue?" Andrew demanded.
"I'm not having an affair with Mike. I married him!" I finally admitted. With Gran, Liz and Dad watching. With Fran and Jenny watching. With the entire fucking party watching.

Notes

And award for the worst updater ever goes to me! I'm so mega sorry guys. But it's been so hectic. My ore order ended and I've been sorting orders and trying to raise £2000 for college and also been going crazy because of my parents 'stay together for the kids' bullshit. But sorry! Anyway, what did you think? This was super long and as always unedited (because I'm lazy). Next one will be funnier I promise. I tried to keep V's inner monologue light and airy though. What was your fave line? What would you like to happen now? xoxo