She made her way to the bath room quickly cleaning herself up, she looked worse than a Hot Mess, if that was even possible. She flipped her hair into the sink washing the puke and other unmentionables out of her hair before pulling in into a high ponytail and washing the tear trails from her face. Making herself look somewhat presentable, well at least enough to go out. She made her way out of the bathroom as she headed for the door slipping on her black heels that were thankfully both by the door. The lobby of the hotel was full of older people, the daytime Vegas crowed, who looked at her as if she was a show girl that just got off work and in all honesty that’s exactly what she looked like.
“Mrs. Rodin…Mrs. Rodin!” a man from the valet counter called to her though she didn’t answer, he stepped in front of her stopping her. “Mrs. Rodin, would you like me to bring your car around?” he spoke to her as if she was some wealthy heiress.
“I’m sorry you have the wrong person.” She said
“I assure you I don’t, You and your husband came in last night and had my valets park your car, right before your husband was arrested.” He said giving her a worried look.
“Oh, right.” She glanced outside “Yeah, bring my care around.”
“Right away miss. Jonathan.” The man spoke as one of the Valets ran outside.
Within a few moments an orange Lamborghini Aventador was parked outside the doors of the hotel. A smirk lit Emmy’s face. “Damn, I really hope I didn’t buy this thing.” She whispered as the man handed her the keys. She used the GPS on her phone as she drove the unfamiliar roads of Las Vegas trying to find the jail that her so called husband was locked up in. She didn’t even know this guy, he could be a murder for all she knew. “You really did it this time Emerson.” She shook her head as the stop light she was stopped at turned red and the engine of the expansive sports car purred. She finally pulled into the parking lot of the jail, of course everyone looking at the pretty party girl in the shiny sports car.
She waited in line a few moments before finally reaching the woman typing into her computer. “How can I help you?” she asked not at all interested. “I’m umm, I’m here to bell out my…my husband?” she was trying hard to remember his name, knowing they would ask for it. “Name please?” she said never taking her eyes away from the computer. “Derrick Rodin?” she said unsure of herself. “Danny?” the women corrected “Yeah.” She breathed. “six hundred please.” “Six hundred! You got to be kidding me…” she rolled her eyes handing the women her credit card from her wallet, thankfully it had been in the hotel room. “Bring the new guy around, he made bail.” The women called to one of the police officers. Before glancing back to Emerson “Have a seat it will take a moment to process him.” She said plainly.
“Mrs. Rodin…Mrs. Rodin!” a man from the valet counter called to her though she didn’t answer, he stepped in front of her stopping her. “Mrs. Rodin, would you like me to bring your car around?” he spoke to her as if she was some wealthy heiress.
“I’m sorry you have the wrong person.” She said
“I assure you I don’t, You and your husband came in last night and had my valets park your car, right before your husband was arrested.” He said giving her a worried look.
“Oh, right.” She glanced outside “Yeah, bring my care around.”
“Right away miss. Jonathan.” The man spoke as one of the Valets ran outside.
Within a few moments an orange Lamborghini Aventador was parked outside the doors of the hotel. A smirk lit Emmy’s face. “Damn, I really hope I didn’t buy this thing.” She whispered as the man handed her the keys. She used the GPS on her phone as she drove the unfamiliar roads of Las Vegas trying to find the jail that her so called husband was locked up in. She didn’t even know this guy, he could be a murder for all she knew. “You really did it this time Emerson.” She shook her head as the stop light she was stopped at turned red and the engine of the expansive sports car purred. She finally pulled into the parking lot of the jail, of course everyone looking at the pretty party girl in the shiny sports car.
She waited in line a few moments before finally reaching the woman typing into her computer. “How can I help you?” she asked not at all interested. “I’m umm, I’m here to bell out my…my husband?” she was trying hard to remember his name, knowing they would ask for it. “Name please?” she said never taking her eyes away from the computer. “Derrick Rodin?” she said unsure of herself. “Danny?” the women corrected “Yeah.” She breathed. “six hundred please.” “Six hundred! You got to be kidding me…” she rolled her eyes handing the women her credit card from her wallet, thankfully it had been in the hotel room. “Bring the new guy around, he made bail.” The women called to one of the police officers. Before glancing back to Emerson “Have a seat it will take a moment to process him.” She said plainly.