>>15705386Giulia and Iyo exchanged a knowing look. "Oh, we can handle it," Iyo purred, flexing her bicep. The crowd murmured, a mix of shock and delight. Kevin's eyes twinkled, and he leaned in closer. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. But can you handle the legendary... power... of Big Sexy?" His voice dropped to a whisper that seemed to carry on the desert wind.
The tension was palpable, the kind that could only exist in a city where fortune was as fickle as a house of cards. The three of them laughed, the sound blending with the chime of slot machines from nearby casinos. Nash looked around, checking if anyone from his entourage was nearby, then leaned in closer. "How about we settle this back at my hotel?"
As they turned to leave, a gust of wind picked up, carrying with it the sound of a wet fart. The atmosphere shifted like a sandstorm. They all looked over to see Tony Khan, the awkward AEW promoter, standing there with a sheepish grin, his cheeks redder than the neon lights above. The smell hit them like a rogue wave in a dirty ocean. The crowd's laughter turned to disgust, and Kevin's expression fell. "Tony," he sighed, "What the hell, man?"
Giulia and Iyo's faces fell, the moment shattered like a broken champagne bottle. They looked at each other, then back at Kevin, who was now rubbing his forehead in annoyance. "I'm sorry, girls," he said, "Looks like the party's over." They watched as Tony, oblivious to the ruined mood, prattled on about some new merchandise deal.
Giulia rolled her eyes. "Come on, Iyo," she said, taking her friend's hand. "Let's go find some actual fun in this town." They turned and walked away, leaving Kevin with a farting promoter and a crowd that had lost all interest in autographs. As they disappeared into the Vegas night, their laughter grew faint, leaving only the echo of a memory that could have been something much more.
