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Never get drunk in Vegas	By : jaymclg Category: Individual Celebrities > Zac Efron Views: 3245 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I have never met nor do I know Nikki Blonsky, Zac Efron, Shia LaBeouf, Megan Fox or any other famous people. I own the plot and any characters of my own creation. I make no profit is for entertainment and is fiction none of this happene

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
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Never Get Drunk In Vegas
It was five in the evening and Nikki was just getting out of the shower after a long day of dragging Zac around from shop to shop. They even went to an Italian restaurant for lunch and to see a show at a nearby theatre during the afternoon before finally returning to the hotel at four thirty to get ready for the evening at the casino. Nikki hoped she got lucky tonight and at least won some money no matter how small or large a sum.
She let out a satisfied sigh due to a successful day of occupying and keeping Zac’s mind off of his problems, unknowing that within a matter of hours she and Shia would be providing their two heartbroken friends with the perfect distraction, that being them and their idea of a drunken mistake. If only either she or Shia were aware of what they were about to do, how much and drastically their lives were about to be changed and turned upside down, then they would have both happily opted to barricade themselves in their hotel rooms.
And because she was obviously unaware of what awaited her that evening and the following morning, meant she more than happily walked over to the bed. She grinned in appreciation in only a way a female ever could at the sight of the black dress draped across the cover of her queen sized bed. She was going for all black that evening, one because it was slimming and the colour looked incredible on her, and two because it was a classic and neutral colour that worked with practically everything paired with it and was not very often you could go wrong with it.
The dress was brand new and had been bought the previous weekend on a shopping trip with Amanda and Britney. She had chosen to buy it to wear on their weekend in Vegas, having wanted to look good when she visited the casinos. And of course she figured if she was going to slip up for some reason or other then she’d rather look more than half decent whilst she was at it, something less for the likes of that nosey asshole of a reporter Jerry Penacoli to make unwanted and sheer fucking inane comments about.
Honestly who knows whether any paps were around the corner or in a spot you at least expected the slippery and nosy bastards to be lurking just waiting for you to slip up and do something stupid and plastered you all over the tabloids and the internet, whilst your humiliation lined their pockets full of money. Nikki inwardly sneered at the thought, thinking that if she did not love what she did so much she would never try to ignore or tolerate the likes of Penacoli.
Nikki snapped out of her thoughts and quickly dried herself before slipping into a pair of black lace boy cut shorts with a matching strapless black lace bra, which she felt honestly sexy in. She then picked up the dress and stepped into it before zipping it up at the back so her back was completely covered with only the slightest struggle reaching the zipper.
It was black, kneecap length and sleeveless and made of silky shiny like material. It had a modest cut V-neck and had a bow, which was located just under her chest area when it was on her. She stood in front of the mirror and smoothed her hands down her curvy sides and hips. The dress clung magnificently to all of her curves enhancing them attractively. My god did she adore this dress, it being one of her better choices in a long while.
Once she managed to pull herself away from the full-length mirror she picked up the hair dryer and proceeded to dry her hair until it was only slightly damp. She then grabbed her hair straightners and proceeded to straighten her hair until it was pin-straight. She sprayed a small amount of hairspray on her hair to stop it from curling at the ends. Once that was completed, she admired her now glossy and shiny looking pin-straight hair that just touches the tips of her shoulder blades.
She put in a pair of small white diamond stud earrings before starting on her makeup. She applied a Smokey shadow mixed in with a little white to highlight and make the black standout even more so. Black mascara curled her long lashes, with a subtle amount of black eyeliner underneath her eyes, deliberately smudged only slightly. Finally, she applied a crimson lip liner, followed by a lipstick and a single layer of gloss to give her the perfect pout. She did not bother with foundation and blush as her skin was flawless without it.
Once she was satisfied with how she looked she picked up the perfume Amanda had given her for her previous birthday. It smelt of cherry blossom and vanilla, such gorgeous scents combined together Nikki had always thought. She sprayed a small amount on both of her wrists then rubbed them against the other. She then gave either side of her neck a quick spray not needing much, just enough for it be alluring and not overpowering.
Nikki took a deep breath, breathing in the lovely scent she loved so much. She was glad Amanda had such excellent taste in perfume, remembering back from her younger teens when an old friend from New York got her perfume for her birthday and remembered how awful it smelt. She was more than relieved when the bottle accidentally got misplaced somewhere she was unaware of.
Finally, Nikki made her way over to the foot of the bed and grinned widely as she carefully slipped into a pair of $695 dollar, black Christian Louboutine Rolando stilettos, which had a Hidden-Platform and a Crescent toe. They were made of genuine patent Italian leather and sported a 5 inch heel. Underneath the shoes was the Signature red sole that all Christian Louboutine’s have.
Her feet would be shrieking something fierce by the end of the evening, although she could not bring herself to care much. The shoes were worth it, they were genuine Christian Louboutine Rolando stilettos. They were to die for, so who cared if your feet would feel like they were dying, sometimes it was worth it even if others tended to balk and disagree.
She looked to the door when she heard a knock and called out, “You can come in Zac I am decent just let me grab my clutch.” Zac came in after a moment’s pause only to freeze at the sight his best friend made. He took in the beauty that was his friend. He looked her up and down, wincing when he saw the shoes she was wearing. He was well aware who had designed what he deemed illegal and elaborate death traps. Christ the heel had to be at least four inches if not more.
He commented as he silently realised why LaBeouf looked at Nikki the way he did, “You look incredible Doll face.” Nikki blushed slightly at the affectionate compliment, knowing he meant it. She replied as she took in the black slacks and deep navy blue shirt he wore with black designer loathers. “You don’t look so bad yourself either, Zac.”
The shirt enhanced his eyes beautifully, while distracting from the black circles under his eyes, which were almost completely gone. The pants were designer cut and clung to his thighs and ass enticingly. Zac Efron was an incredibly sexy and tempting man. She would have been tempted to jump him if she had seen him in that light, yes sure she found him attractive, highly so, although, she had no desire to screw him.
She also took note as she walked up to him that he had shaved and styled his hair in his signature style and looked incredible. He looked just as good as he did whenever he dressed for an evening out or a premiere or awards ceremony. Although it was the look in his eyes gave away the inner turmoil that still resided within him, a look all too familiar over the past couple of days since his sadly disastrous attempt at getting married.
Nikki knew it would be months before that look truly disappeared as the pain inflicted upon him ran far too deep to heal within a matter of weeks. She would be there for him to help him see it though the worst of it, knowing he would make it through, she would make damn well certain of it. He had to recover there was no two ways about it she refused to allow Vanessa to leave any lasting emotional scars on Zac.
She placed her hand on his left arm and gave it a gentle and affectionate squeeze as she asked him, “How are you feeling?” Zac knew what she was asking and shook his head. He tried to smile for her, but it merely came through as a painful looking grimace as he told her. “I am taking it one day at a time, that’s all I can do Nik. I am not alright in the least, but you already knew that though.”
Nikki nodded and smiled sadly as she gave his arm one last squeeze before securing her Gucci Babouska Black Patent leather clutch in her left hand. She then followed him out of her bedroom and gestured for him to go out in front of her. She linked arms with him as she closed the door to her room behind her and they made their way downstairs.
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