From Geek vs Vegas:
“This is a sweet suite. What is it you do exactly?”
She turns to me, a different Natasha from the bar. She has a priority in her eyes. She must really want it. I take a seat on the bed. It’s firm, perfect for lovemaking.
“Place looks clean. Do you have it?” she says.
What is she talking about? Wait. I know what it is. I keep one in my wallet for a rainy day, or a hot night in Vegas. At least I think I have one.
“Let me check,” I say.
I open my wallet to a couple of twenties, insurance cards for my car and my health, my CVS ExtraCare card, and my work I.D. Where is it?! I always keep one in here. I sure as hell didn’t use it. “Shit. I don’t have one, do you?”
“What are you talking about?” she says.
“Condoms?” she whips back.
This is going the wrong way. I need to back this up, to bring us back to the bashful banter at the bar. The flame is bouncing off her silky legs. I reach over to pet them, but she jumps back and pulls a pistol on me. What the fuck?! Oh my God. I have a pistol pointed at me!
“Whoa! Okay. I’ll go get some,” I say.
“Forget the damn condoms! Who are you?”
“I’m Benjamin Pollock from Los Angeles.”
“You’re not the Handler?”
“Yeah, I thought…” I begin saying. Isn’t this part of her game? I thought we were playing Bond and Bond girl. Is that gun real?! “…the Handler? No, I’m an Information Systems Policy Analyst.”
“I don’t believe you. Who sent you?”
“Sent me? I came with Javier.”
“Javier from the cartel?” she says, furrowing her brow.
“No, Javier from Penn State,” I clarify.
She tightens her grip on the gun. Its barrel pierces my soul. I could be dead any second now. All she needs to do is flex her pointer finger, and then I’m finished. I don’t want to die! I’m just a computer geek playing a game. I reach into my pocket to grab my wallet, but she waves the gun at me.
“Whoa! Whoa!” I say with my wallet in hand. “No, see, look. This is my work badge. I just thought the innuendo was part of your sexual foreplay.”
She snatches my work I.D. “Nice picture.”
“So, I don’t want to know anything. I don’t know you. I never saw you before. This all never happened.”
She throws the I.D. at me. I put it back into its holster.
A gun pointed at you feels like you’re trapped underwater with your breath running out. It’s weird; once it’s planted on you, you lose focus on the person behind it. It’s just you and the gun.
“Why don’t you go look for a girl at the corner of walk and don’t walk,” she says, putting the gun down on the nightstand.
“Huh?” I reply.
“Get the hell out of here!” she yells.
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