She awoke from her bed and for a moment didn’t know where she was. She stared at the ceiling for a moment trying to gather herself. Her mouth was unreasonably dry, her head felt like a someone was taking a jackhammer to it. She rolled over in bed to face a silver tray of food, half eaten burger, fries scattered all over the floor, and a bottle of champagne on the night table. The bottle was half-empty.

It took every ounce of strength to sit-up in bed. She slowly surveyed the room. The sun was barely creeping through the thick curtains, the Tv, turned on, with a low static humming on the screen. The mini-bar door still open, half the shelves empty, most of the bottles empty on the carpet. She swung her feet over the bed, her feet not quite touching the floor. She looked up at the sunlight peeking through and decided her eyes could not handle that. She got up from the bed, steadied herself.

“What happened last night?”She thought. She carefully tipped toed around the sun peeking through the room, and begun to make her way to the bathroom. She passed last nights jeans on the floor, the fries, the empty mini bar bottles, and the tv remote for good measure. She made her way into the bathroom and ran sink . She stuck her entire mouth under the faucet finally quenching her thirst. She splashed some water onto her face and it was rejuvenating.

She looked up at the mirror and she was struck by a sudden flash of memories. With a look of horror she stared at her t- shirt. The memories coming hard and fast now. “Hannah’s Vegas Bachelorette Party 2018” it read. She remembered the clubbing, the drinking, Hannah and her college friends, the gambling.

“Oh no” she said aloud. The gambling.

She ran across the hotel room to her jeans on the floor. Ruffling through her pockets from clues for last night. She found a tiny mixing straw from her numerous beverages, lint, and a ATM receipt. She stared at the receipt horrified out the amount of Money she withdrew.

She remembered the roulette table. The booze. The crowd cheering her name. The stack of chips in front of her. She remembered the words she said to the dealer as she pushed her chips into the center of the table...”All on Black”.

She dug through the rest of her pockets hoping this all wasn’t real. She found a single red $5 chip in her back pocket. The nausea crept up her throat from the pit of her stomach; the realization that yesterday was real.