"Quinn? Shouldn't you be studying?" my father asked.
"I saw it was you. I thought it might be important," I said.
"Well, it is. Your advisor has asked me to meet with her regarding your nursing program. She said she had time on Monday."
"Sorry, this weekend is shot. I've got so much to catch up on. I'll talk to her and get back to you with a better time. Gotta run!" I hung up the phone and froze in place. "I just lied to my father."
"Like I said, girl, you need this," Darla said. She handed me my suitcase and smiled.
#
I drove the long and arid stretch between Los Angeles and Las Vegas in a blur. I was lucky the route was straight and easy. My heart swung on a hard pendulum between wild hopes and certain embarrassment. Had Owen invited me as his date or as his friend? Was I like his kid sister or his secret crush?
It was ridiculous. There was no way that Owen was interested in me. We got along great, but I would always just be Sienna's kid sister.
Though, there had been little signs and hints and moments. My mind could not seem to leave those alone. It occurred to me that Owen had always seen me in a certain light and I was the one whose eyes were just opening.
No, that was too good to be true. I was bound to embarrass myself that weekend and I knew it. So when I parked in the Wynn parking ramp and immediately got lost, I took it as a sign. I was out of place.
I shared the elevator with four ultra-blonde swimsuit competitors who had shapes I had only seen molded from plastic. They even wore bright pink and impossibly high heeled shoes. I was short, dark, and completely out of fashion next to them. The elevator doors opened and a few people chuckled as I tripped out the elevator after the swim suit models.
Next up, I was almost trampled by a train of showgirls. That disaster spilled me into the lobby where a sea of gamers had taken over. I did not even fit in there amongst the black-clothed, pierced, tattooed, and fiercely well-informed crowd. Most of them seemed to be speaking a language I would never understand.
"Conjuring takes too long. If you play with a keyboard instead, you can program the F keys," a tall and surprisingly rotund young man said. He was wearing a black t-shirt that said “Flag Off.” It depicted a red flag flapping atop an extended middle finger.
"There are a few redundancies in the x-level play," a young woman with blue hair and a black stocking hat explained to her friend, "but it depends on your operating system. Just go to the app store and download the latest."
Not only were they speaking rapid fire in foreign terms, but everyone else seemed to know where to go but me. I finally reached up on my tip toes to squint at the lobby signs. Just after I spotted the registration sign with a large arrow, I saw Owen.
He was surrounded by a tight knot of people holding out Dark Flag booklets. Owen smiled and laughed and answered a dozen questions, plus signed four booklets before I even remembered to breathe again. I had forgotten he was Light Slayer, the hero of this world. Why on earth had he invited me to join him in Vegas for the tournament?
At that moment, Owen turned and somehow, across the sea of fans and gamers, he saw me. A slow smile spread across his square jaw, and I saw more than one woman hope it was for her. It took me a full four seconds to realize he actually was looking at me. Then, instead of standing in an overwhelming crowd, I felt like I was in orbit. One sigh and I would whirl away to the farthest regions of the universe.
"Please save me," Owen's lips mouthed across the lobby.
I did not think that could be right. My mind came up with at least six other more rational phrases than Light Slayer asking me for help. Still, Owen kept making eye contact and smiling at me. I started to fight the crowd towards him. Better to find out now if he was flirting with some statuesque blonde behind me.
I was about ten steps away when two very large men in black suits took up positions on either side of Owen. "Mr. Redd, could we ask you to move to the rotunda? We're having a bit of a foot traffic problem."
"No problem," Owen said. "Sorry, I'll see everyone later."
I half expected the bouncers to push me aside, but Owen reached out just in time. "There you are," he said. "Thank God."
"You said it was just a small tournament," I said.
"It is. Registration is always like this. Plus, someone plastered a picture of me here all over social media. I guess the game has been gathering a lot more fans than I thought," Owen said. He laced his fingers between mine and pulled me closer as we walked through the crowd.
"So, you're really a rock star of the gaming world, huh?" I asked.
Owen shook his head. "Who knows? Someone might take me down during the tournament. That's half the fun of Dark Flag – anyone can rise to power."
"My liege," a trio of blushing young girls bowed to Owen as we passed.
"Right. Guess you gotta soak it up while you can," I said. With all the attention Owen was getting, I had a new theory of why he wanted me there. "So, you needed me in a fake girlfriend situation to fend off all the crazy Dark Flag groupies?"
Owen laughed. "Not a bad idea, but no. I really thought you would have fun here."
I tried not to be disappointed but lagged behind when someone tapped me on the shoulder. "Seriously? You look just like your avatar. I recognize you from Dark Flag."
I turned to face a perfect oval face with bright violet eyes. Her long black hair was straight to her waist and shining black. "You recognize me? That's a little weird, isn't it?"
The gorgeous gamer scoffed. "If you're not observant, you're not going to be a very good player. You've been stalking the Light Slayer and hanging around. Kinda pathetic, don't you think, newbie?"
I looked at my fingers interlaced with Owen's as we made our way slowly through the crowd. "Does this look like stalking?" I asked.
Owen turned around. "Anya! It’s so good to see you. How are you?" He let go of my hand and embraced the black-haired woman.
She smiled at me around his shoulder. A fiery irritation flashed over me, but she was right – I was just hanging around Owen.
"Anya, this is Quinn. Quinn, this is Anya. She's one of the first gamers I worked with when I was learning code. Her first game made millions. She's the one that's redefining the gamer lifestyle," Owen said.
"I didn't catch what you do, Quinn. How do you two know each other?" Anya asked. She held out a delicate and bejeweled hand.
Owen shifted from one foot to the other. "Quinn and I have known each other forever. I used to date her sister Sienna."
"Really?" Anya cocked a sleek black eyebrow at me. "You don't look anything like her." She pulled Owen farther away from me. "I thought you were done with Sienna. She was no good for you. And now you're with her sister?"
I prayed my cheeks did not look as red as they felt. Owen shook his head and hesitated. "It's not like that."
"Well," Anya said, "I have our suite all ready. Let's get you settled in." She took Owen's arm.
"Your suite?" I asked.
Owen unhooked Anya's arm. "It’s kind of a tradition. Anya springs for a big suite and all our gamer buddies stay there. Not the most sophisticated way to travel. It’s more like a big sleepover, but it gives us time to practice."