They were barely comfortable before both Taylor and Eliza started getting antsy. DJ knew they wanted to go clubbing. They’d already made comments about who was playing where, and what clubs were the best, and it was pretty obvious that it wouldn’t be easy to keep these girls home. “Remember your promise,” DJ said as Taylor flipped through the TV channels and stopped at the one that advertised the Vegas hot spots. “We agreed to have fun all day long, just girls having fun.” “But this isn’t fun,” complained Taylor. “And I want a drink.” “Order room service,” suggested Eliza. Taylor frowned. “My mom doesn’t want me ordering alcohol.” DJ was pleasantly surprised. “I know! I’ll order it from my room.” And before DJ could protest, Eliza jumped up and ran out. DJ had to think this might be preferable than going to the nightclubs. It might keep Taylor out of trouble for one more night. Eliza too. DJ would not normally have cared, but Eliza had sort of grown on her today.
