*Carry On*

**Kaylyn's POV**

I hang up with Zacky and spin back around expecting to see Brian's handsome face waiting for me to explain who had called but he's not there...just the old woman, who shrugs her shoulders at me.

"Wait, where did he go??" I ask her and she shakes her head at me in a disappointed manner.

"Maybe if you would have said yes before turning your back on him to answer your telephone, he might still be here" she states in a very matter of fact tone before shuffling away...that right, walk away, before I freak out and drown you in the fountain since YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT!!!

"Brian?!?!" I scream over the crowd of people but I can't seem to find him anywhere. A flash of yellow pulls my eyes towards the street and I catch a glimpse of Brian sliding into the back of the cab before it quickly pulls away...this is just fucking great! I love to play cat and mouse games as a grown fucking woman!!

I let out an exasperated sigh and dial Zacky's number...God, I hate having to admit defeat! It rings two times before he answers, "Baker". Huh? Oh, I guess that's his real last name!

I take a deep breath, "Zacky it's Kaylyn...I-I fucking lost him. Some stupid old woman said something that made him bolt when my back was turned... I'll-" I say before the line disconnects. Oh joy, I'm a classless, moral-less, incompetent fool who can't keep track of a full grown man, they must just loovvee me!!

I sit on the edge of the fountain and try to dial Brian's number but he keeps sending me to voicemail. Ugh, maybe I should just give up and go home...he obviously doesn't want to be around me so what's the point of staying?

I'm check my phone for flights back to NYC when a police officer tells me that I'm not allowed to sit there so I get up and make my way inside the lobby of the Bellagio Hotel. The next direct flight back leaves in the morning so I decide to just get a good nights sleep here, and fly back well rested.

I shuffle over to the front desk and stand in line to book a room. I swear there must be 30 people ahead of me but I'm too fucking worn out to walk anywhere else. After about 25 minutes I am finally next in line and I honestly can't wait to take off these heels and crawl in some fluffy sheets and forget that this day ever happened.

A familiar but slurred voice catches my ears just as the receptionist calls me forward to book my room. I quickly glance around searching for the source of the familiar sound but the woman clears her throat and motions me to step up to the desk before a riot ensues behind me.

She tells me that all but one of the rooms is currently booked and I quickly slide my credit card across the counter. I don't care if I have to pay for the penthouse suite as long as I can lose these shoes within 5 minutes.

The receptionist hands me my room key and points me towards the elevators before announcing that they are completely booked up. Needless to say, I get some death glares from the people still in line but I don't care....they can join the 'I hate Kaylyn Rizzo club', the membership rates are currently at an all-time high!

I step into the elevator without even glancing up from the floor and frown because it stinks like a fucking bar rag in here...eww gross! I push the button for my floor before glancing down at my room receipt..suite 1, well at least that's a plus!

I shuffle out of the elevator and scan the doors looking for Suite 1. Hmmm Suite 2, nope..oh there it is, right next to 2...who would have figured right?! I slide my key card into the door and immediately kick off my shoes and drop down on the king sized bed.

There is muffled noises coming through the wall adjacent to Suite 2 and I groan and shove my head under the pillow...figures I would get stuck next to a suite hosting a bachelor party. Ugh, maybe if I knock on the door they will kindly try to keep the noise down.

I pad over in my bare feet and lightly knock on the door and a man who is clearly on some sort of drugs swings the door open and rakes his eyes over my body. I flight the urge to slap him in the face as he bites his lower lip and shoots me what I guess he thinks is a sexy wink...it's not.

"Hey Syn! Did you order a hooker?!" He shouts and I gasp in both shock and disgust as a very fucked up Brian stumbles into the room.

"Oh fuck" he mumbles before face planting into the carpet and I quickly push past who I'm assuming is his drug dealer and rush to his side.

"Brian?! Brian please wake up!!" I cry but he's completely out. "What the fuck did you give him?!?" I growl at the dealer but he bolts out the door without responding. "Shit, shit, shit!" I whisper to myself and begin to panic..if I call 911 then it will be all over the news that Synyster Gates OD'ed in Las Vegas, but what other choice do I have?!

Fuck!!! I need to call Jimmy...he will tell me what to do!

Notes

Yay new chapter up by SynysterRyn!!!