I Heart Vegas. Lindsey Kelk

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      I pursed my lips. ‘I don’t see how this relates to me.’

      ‘Because you’re broke as shit?’

      I was broke as shit.

      ‘You want me to waitress for you?’ Was this a brilliant friend doing me a brilliant favour or a new low? I wasn’t sure. ‘At a cocktail party?’

      ‘Yeah,’ Jenny confirmed. ‘It’ll be great. It’s super-low key, just a couple of hours in an awesome apartment in Tribeca. It won’t even be like work. You’ll just be hanging out with super-cool people including moi for a couple of hours and leaving with a couple of hundred dollars in your back pocket.’

      Brilliant favour?

      ‘And it’s a Christmas party. You love Christmas, right?’

      OK, brilliant favour.

      ‘It’s just handing out champagne when people come in. Literally. That’s it.’

      Still a favour, though.

      ‘And, uh, I have something I need you to wear.’

      Ah-ha.

      ‘It’s cute, though.’

      ‘What is it, Jenny?’

      ‘It’s super-cute. Just say you’ll do it. You’ll be saving my life.’

      I tried to think back to when I’d seen waitresses in super-cute outfits but kept coming up with blanks. Mostly because I’d never seen a waitress in a super-cute outfit. But Jenny needed my help and I needed the money – there really was no other answer.

      ‘Of course I’ll do it,’ I said, ignoring her slightly too loud expression of surprise. ‘Just text me the address and I’ll be there.’

      ‘You’re my favourite,’ she sang down the phone. ‘Tomorrow at six – I’ll send you all the deets. I love you, Angie. Fuck it all, I’ll marry you. After the cocktail party.’

      ‘Thanks.’ I rubbed my semi-bare arm and stared in through the window of the restaurant. Alex was still chomping away as though he hadn’t seen food in a month. He wasn’t a big sushi fan, and God knows how long he’d lived on ramen before the band made money. Japan must have been a little bit tricky for him. ‘Have you talked to him yet? Has he proposed? Can I book the venue?’

      ‘Jenny.’ I used my stern voice. ‘Leave it.’

      ‘I still think it’s worth talking about. How many times are we going to discuss your issues with communication?’

      ‘How many times are we going to discuss your issues with keeping your nose out?’

      Jenny laughed in response. It was almost impossible to piss her off when she was getting her own way, which was always, and therefore massively annoying. ‘OK, lover, we’ll talk tomorrow. I have to go ravish my Viking.’

      ‘Sigge is from Sweden, not Norway,’ I pointed out. Given that she’d been shagging him for almost four months, you’d think she’d have basics like geography down.

      ‘There’s a difference?’ she asked. ‘Anyway, got to go. Sigge wants to make dinner. It had better not be freaking fondue.’

      ‘And that’s Swiss,’ I sighed. ‘Talk tomorrow.’

      ‘Everything OK?’ Alex asked as I shivered back into my seat. ‘Did she burn the place down yet?’

      ‘Not yet.’ I pulled my coat around my shoulders. This was my punishment for wearing a T-shirt just because it made my boobs look nice. ‘She wants me to waitress at a party tomorrow night.’

      ‘Do they make a waitress visa?’ He rubbed his denim clad leg against mine under the table. ‘I’d leave you really great tips.’

      ‘I don’t think so.’ Wow, I’d managed to go a whole thirty seconds without thinking about the V-word. I bit my lip for a moment, watched him shove in another mouthful of chicken, and then went for it. ‘Jenny says she’s going to marry me. For the visa.’

      ‘I’ll buy you soundproof headphones as a wedding gift.’ He speared a red pepper and popped it into his mouth. ‘But if it’s the only way for you to stay, I could totally get behind you two hooking up. You marry Jenny? Hilarious.’

      I threw back a mouthful of icy water and tried to ignore the brain freeze.

      ‘So I should marry Jenny, then?’ I asked.

      ‘Angela, I would drive you down to City Hall myself,’ he replied.

      Well, at least I could ride the elephant in the room all the way back to the apartment.

      CHAPTER FOUR

      ‘Are you shitting me?’

      Jenny stood in front of me with a hopeful smile on her face and a PVC French maid’s costume in her hand.

      ‘I thought this was supposed to be a fashion party?’ My arms were folded tightly, hugging my satchel to my chest, hoping the holy presence of Marc Jacobs would protect me from the ensemble Jenny was waving at me. ‘Have you got a fluffy tail and a pair of ears to go with that?’

      She cocked her head to one side and looked at the outfit as though it were entirely defensible. ‘Would you believe it’s a last minute demand from the designer?’

      ‘Is this why the other waitress quit?’ I asked, gingerly rubbing the wipe-clean fabric between my thumb and forefinger. As soon as I touched it, Jenny let go. Great. Now it was all mine. My precious.

      ‘No.’

      ‘Jenny, I know when you’re lying to me.’

      ‘Fine. Yes. She said she was an actress, not a whore.’ She flicked her smooth, straightened blow-out over one shoulder. Without her trademark curls, Jenny didn’t look herself, but she did look intensely polished and professional. Something that would be difficult to pull off in a French maid’s costume. A red PVC French maid’s costume. ‘I did try to explain that she’s a waitress, not an actress, but that just seemed to make her even more pissy. It’s the designer – he’s kind of a, um, enormous sleaze. Angie, you have to do this for me. I’ll make it up to you. Please.’

      I gave her the look.

      ‘For Erin?’

      I closed my eyes.

      ‘For Christmas?’

      Now that was a low blow. That was practically ‘If you loved me you’d wear it’, and I had no defence against that.

      ‘If you loved me—’

      ‘Fine.’ I held out my hands to stop her from talking and looked to the heavens for strength as Jenny wrapped me up in a giant hug. She really was very strong for such a slim girl. And I was very stupid for such a British girl. ‘I cannot СКАЧАТЬ