SOMEBODY HAD THE bright idea of returning to the casino. It might've been the thickset American, but whoever it was, the idea gained momentum, and soon the ladies were piling into someone's limousine. Benito sat across from Mischa and didn't take his eyes off her. It was like she was the only person in the limo. His eyes met hers, then slowly lowered, then went back up, covering every inch of her body, up and down, before joining her stare again.340Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwBkSi3NbCW
Someone made a joke and Mischa laughed harder than she could remember ever laughing before. And she didn't even know what the joke was. But everything was heightened: every comment was funnier, every drag of a cigarette tastier, every moment more delicious than the last.
"You have been to the Grand Casino, yes?" It was the rich Frenchman, Diego. Mischa was pretty sure he was wearing a toupee, which made her howl with laughter.
"Nicole Richie's a stare there," said Lindsay, leaning against the Moroccan musician.
Mischa looked over at Nicole Richie. She was busy nuzzling noses with the race-car driver Renaud.
Then they were suddenly there, and out of the limo and making a grand display of our entrance. Benito walked up and took Mischa's hand and a jolt of electricity shot through her body. They weren't three feet inside the ornate atrium and people were all over him, the big movie star. Everything was moving fast and spinning and then they were in a private room, different from the last one but with the same elaborate frescoes and lavish surroundings and the roulette wheel was spinning and everyone was cheering. At one point Mischa was sitting down with money in front her, too, and she was betting it all on No. 4, just as Nicole Richie had.
Mischa was aching for him. She wanted to run her hands through his hair and over his chest and feel his hand slide up her leg, but he wasn't there. Lindsay was back at the table: Mischa didn't know she'd been gone, and she was giggling uncontrollably, something about how the toilet seat washed itself after you were done. That made her laugh, too. Anything and everything made her laugh. And the liquor kept flowing.
"You are a very beautiful woman," said Diego the Frenchman, sitting next to Mischa. Rihanna threw a playful elbow into him and Mischa thought of his toupee and she started to giggle again. She never giggled but now she couldn't stop. Nicole Richie threw her arm around Mischa and pulled her close and laughed along with her and she turned to kiss the other woman on the cheek but she turned, too, at the same time, and they ended up kissing on the lips. That made Diego say, "Yes, yes," in that cartoonish French accent and both of them howled with laughter and then kissed each other again.340Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFru1FSt7bf
Mischa lost track of herself, time, everything. Expensive cologne, cigarettes, sweet Champagne, beautiful scenery and roulette wheels spinning and laughter and her best friends in the world and Benito.....340Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmsv4wDUYIp
But where was Benito?340Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeRIa6fnSCc
And then some of them were in the limousine again and heading somewhere, she didn't know where.340Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx2A6NS9jIX
