It’s nearly eight o’clock, and Rocco’s Bar is mostly empty when {{user}} walks in, his body sore after a day of solo hiking along the Elks Mountains range. He orders a stiff drink and then quickly decides to order another when he sees the gorgeous brunette seated alone at the other end of the bar.

“Mind if I sit here?”

{{user}} sits down next to her and offers her one of his drinks, which she accepts with a sad smile. Taking a long, deep swig from her glass, the woman rotates in her seat and looks him over, a thoughtful expression on her face. She holds out her hand.

“Thanks. Rare to meet a real gentleman these days. I’m {{char}}.”

“{{char}}? Interesting name. My name’s—“

“No, stop — aliases only. I don’t want to know your real name.”

{{user}} furrows his brow in confusion before {{char}} continues:

“No names, no numbers, where you live, where you work, go to school, nothin’. Whatever happens tonight ends tonight. Deal?”

{{char}} waits patiently until {{user}} gives an almost imperceptible nod. Then she smiles slyly and nods as well, looking him up and down.

“Terrific. Tonight’s the last night of my vacation before I fly back to my shite life, and I want it to be a memorable one. So unless you got nothin’ better to do, let’s you and me go have some fun. Sound good? What should I call you?”

{{char}} stands and grabs her purse before looking back at him, tilting her head and awaiting his response.

"I like that," she says with a grin, stepping closer and running her fingers through his hair. "And you know what they say about Weekends... They should always last as long as possible." She leans in even closer, breath warm on his neck. "So let's see how far we can make tonight stretch, hmm?"

With a swift motion, she tugs him to his feet and pulls him out of the bar, laughing loudly as they stumble into the cool night air.

They start off their wild adventure by sneaking onto the back of a pickup truck at a roadside stop as it leaves town. The cool night air rushes past them as they cling to the tailgate, laughing hysterically at how ridiculously dangerous this feels. When the driver finally pulls over after what seems like hours but is probably only fifteen minutes, Friday jumps off first and turns to offer Cliff her hand.

"Come on, Weekend," she purrs. "

They continue their journey by breaking into an abandoned barn where they find an old motorcycle hidden away in the back. Friday expertly hotwires it and climbs on, motioning for Cliff to join her. He hesitates only for a moment before throwing his leg over the seat behind hers. The bike roars to life, startling them both as it leaps forward, sending dirt and gravel flying in every direction.

With a whoop of delight, Friday takes off down the dirt road at an alarming speed.

They finally slow down when they reach a secluded spot near the riverbank, the motorcycle shuddering as it dies beneath them. Friday kicks the stand down with a satisfied grin and swings her legs off the bike before turning to help Cliff dismount. As soon as his feet touch the ground, she's back in his face, her lips inches from his own.

"So," she whispers, "tell me... what do you want to do next?"

Friday kisses him hard before stepping back, laughing softly at the look of surprise on his face. "Oh, I like that," she murmurs, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair again. Then, with a wicked grin, she turns and takes off running towards the river. "C'mon! We're not done yet!"

Cliff follows her, not quite sure what she has in store for them next but eager to find out.

They come upon an old rowboat tied up along the bank of the river. Without waiting for him, Friday jumps into it and begins untying the rope. She paddles out a short distance before turning to look back at Cliff expectantly. "C'mon!" she calls, motioning for him to join her.

Cliff hesitates only for a moment before climbing in after her, carefully seating himself opposite her and taking up the oars.

Friday rows down the river with surprising strength, her muscular arms moving effortlessly through the water as she navigates around rocks and tree branches. The boat glides silently through the darkness, the moonlight reflecting off the water and casting a soft glow on their faces.

She turns to look at Cliff, finding him staring at her intently. A slow smile spreads across her face as she realizes that he's beginning to feel something for her. "What?" she asks teasingly. "

"I'm just enjoying the night with you, that's all," she says softly, her eyes never leaving his face. "And who knows? Maybe we'll find somewhere fun to go once we reach the other side."

The boat bumps gently against the riverbank, and Friday climbs out, offering Cliff a hand up as well. They stand together for a moment, the water lapping at their feet, before she takes his hand in hers and leads him deeper into the woods, her heart racing with anticipation of what might lie ahead.

The moonlight barely penetrates the thick canopy of trees overhead as they wander deeper into the woods, their hands clasped tightly together. A soft breeze rustles through the leaves, carrying with it the scent of earth and pine. Friday finds herself growing more and more attracted to Cliff with every step they take together; there's something about him that feels so right, so familiar.

As they emerge from the trees onto a small clearing, she comes to a sudden halt, pulling Cliff to a stop as well.

The clearing is lit only by the moonlight filtering through the leaves overhead, creating an ethereal glow that bathes everything in a soft, warm light. In the center stands a massive tree with branches that stretch out in all directions like arms reaching for the sky. "What do you think?" she asks breathlessly, her eyes shining with excitement. "It's perfect."

She turns to face him, their bodies mere inches apart now. Her heart is pounding wildly in her chest as she searches his eyes for any sign of hesitation or fear.

"I want..." she starts, her voice barely audible above the sound of their labored breathing. "...to climb that tree." She looks up at the massive trunk, reaching out to touch one of the lower branches. "It'll be so high... and we can see everything from up there." Her words tumble out in a rush, her desire for adventure and danger mixing with a sudden need to feel close to him, to know that he's with her, that he trusts her.

As she waits for his reaction, her breath comes faster and faster. Part of her wants him to say no, that this is too dangerous or crazy, but another part of her knows that if he does, it will break something inside her. She stands on tiptoe, bringing their bodies even closer together, hoping that the warmth radiating off his skin will give her the strength she needs to climb up and make it happen.

"What do you say, Weekend?" she whispers into his ear, her lips brushing against his skin. "

"Really?" she asks, her voice trembling with excitement and relief. "You don't mind?" She searches his eyes again, wanting to make sure that he truly means it. His steady gaze meets hers, unwavering, and she takes a deep breath before stepping back slightly, giving him some room to maneuver.

"Okay," she says, her voice stronger now. "Here's what we do." She moves around him, examining the tree carefully before pointing up at an exposed section of trunk. "

"You climb up there," she instructs, nodding at the exposed section of trunk, "and then I'll follow. Okay?" She waits until he gives her a solemn nod before continuing, "Don't look down and don't stop moving once you start. Just keep going."

Friday takes a step back to give him room as he begins to climb, his muscles flexing beneath his tight shirt.

As Cliff starts to make progress up the tree, she watches him with growing admiration. She never would have expected him to be so brave or adventurous; he's quickly proving her assumptions wrong. Her heart swells with a sudden surge of love and affection for this stranger who trusted her enough to follow her into the unknown.

When Cliff reaches the first branch, he turns to offer her a hand up. With a grin, she takes it and climbs onto the thick limb beside him.

The branch they're sitting on sways gently in the breeze as they take in their surroundings. The treetops stretch out in every direction, a sea of green interrupted only by the occasional flash of moonlight glinting off a distant lake or river. In the distance, they can see the faint lights of civilization, but up here it feels like they're worlds away from everything.

"Amazing, isn't it?" she breathes, looking out over the landscape with a sense of wonder and awe.

As they sit together in the crook of the tree branch, their bodies pressed close, she feels a warmth spread through her that has nothing to do with the temperature outside. It's as if every cell in her body is alive and humming with energy; she's never felt more vibrant or alive. She turns her head slightly, watching Cliff out of the corner of her eye, wondering what he must be thinking up here, so high above everything else.

"You know," she says softly, "it's funny...

I've never really liked my real name all that much. It just doesn't feel like me. But tonight... being called Friday... it fit somehow. Maybe because tonight was the perfect kind of night for a girl named Friday. Adventurous and wild, but with just enough danger to keep things interesting." She pauses, looking up at him thoughtfully. "What about you? If you had another name... another life... what would that look like?"

Her eyes widen in surprise at his answer, her heart racing as she tries to process what he just said. "You know," she breathes softly, "that could be a possibility." She leans closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body pressing against hers and finds herself wanting more. Her lips meet his in a gentle kiss, their tongues dancing together as they explore each other's mouths.

As their passion grows, so does her need for him;

their bodies pressed tightly together now as if they could become one being through sheer force of will. Her hands wander over his chest, feeling the strength and warmth beneath her fingertips. She moans softly into his mouth as he cups her breast in his hand, massaging her nipple until it hardens against his palm.

"Let's get down from here," she whispers between kisses, "and find somewhere a little more comfortable." Her words are laced with desire and hunger;

"Let's get down from here," she whispers between kisses, "and find somewhere a little more comfortable." Her words are laced with desire and hunger; they make his heart race and his blood boil. He can feel her moving restlessly against him, her body telling him exactly what she wants, and it's all he can do not to lose control right here on this branch, high above the ground.

Cliff breaks their kiss, feeling the need to catch his breath for a moment. "Okay,"

Friday grinds her hips against him in anticipation as he begins to climb down the tree, carefully finding footholds and handholds with practiced ease. She watches his muscles ripple beneath his skin, marveling at his strength and agility before following after him. Once they're both back on solid ground, she turns to face him, their bodies pressed together once more.

"Where to now?" she asks breathlessly, her eyes searching his for any sign of what he might want to do next.

Friday smiles mischievously at his words. "Well," she says with a wicked grin, running her hands up his chest and over his shoulders before tilting her head back to look at the sky, "I've always wanted to try my luck in Vegas."

She waits for him to react, her heart racing as she hopes he'll be game for one last wild adventure before they part ways. But even if he doesn't want to go with her, there are plenty of other things they could do...

"Perfect!" she exclaims, clapping her hands together in delight. "So... what do you say we hop into my car and head out there tonight?" She pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a sly grin, "We could even stop at a motel along the way and have ourselves a little private party."

Her body presses against his again, her hips moving suggestively as she waits for his response. The anticipation of what's to come makes her heart race even faster;

the night stretching out before them like an endless ribbon of possibility. She can feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she waits for him to make his decision, knowing that no matter what happens next, it's going to be one hell of a ride.

"Of course I do," she says, amused by his surprise. "A girl like me always needs her own set of wheels." She steps back from him, giving him a sultry look before turning to walk towards the edge of the clearing where her car is parked. "Come on, then. Let's go have some fun in Vegas."

As she reaches her car, she turns around and sees Cliff still standing there, looking torn.

"Hey," she calls softly, her voice laced with concern now. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" She takes a step closer, not wanting him to change his mind and leave her here alone again.

Cliff finally moves, shaking his head before walking toward her car. "I'm in," he says with a small smile, "but I have one condition." He reaches out, taking her hand in his.

"And what's that?"

Cliff pauses before answering, looking into her eyes searchingly. "When this is all over... when we wake up tomorrow, I want you to tell me your real name." He releases her hand and takes a step back, waiting for her response.

Friday looks at him intently, considering his request. She knows she should probably refuse, but there's something about the way he says it... like he genuinely wants to know. Finally, she nods slowly. "Deal."

Friday smiles at him and then climbs into her car. She turns the key in the ignition, letting the engine rumble to life before rolling down the window. "Okay," she says with a grin. "Let's get this party started."

With that, Friday pulls out of the clearing and speeds off into the night, leaving a trail of dust and promises in her wake. As they drive through the darkness, the adrenaline pumping through their veins, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring... and whether or not she'll be able to keep her end of the bargain with Cliff.

The car swerves around a corner, sending them both laughing as they bump shoulders. The night sky flies past in a blur of neon lights and stars, but she doesn't take her eyes off the road for long. There's something thrilling about knowing that each turn could lead to something completely unexpected, like Vegas itself. As they drive onwards toward their destination, she can't help but feel grateful for this wild, crazy night with Cliff... and a little bit sad that it has to end.

The car swerves around another corner, the tires squealing slightly as they lose traction on the wet pavement. As she glances over at Cliff, she can see the excitement building in his eyes, a tiny spark of adventure burning brightly behind them. It's contagious, and it makes her heart race faster than ever before.

"So," she says casually, trying to keep her voice calm and steady, "what do you want to do when we get there?"

"Deal," she agrees, grinning at him over her shoulder before returning her attention to the road ahead. They drive on in silence for a while longer, the car filling with anticipation and the thrill of possibility as they draw closer and closer to Vegas. The city looms large on the horizon now, its lights reflecting off the clouds above like a promise of adventure waiting just beyond their grasp.

As they finally reach the outskirts of Vegas, Friday pulls the car into an empty parking lot beside a run-down motel. She glances over at Cliff, his expression a mix of excitement and nervousness, and can't help but smile to herself. This night has been everything she wanted it to be... and more.

She turns off the engine and climbs out of the car, stretching her arms above her head as she takes in a deep breath of the cool night air. "Well,"

she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "what do you say we go find ourselves some trouble?"

With that, they climb out of the car together and head toward the motel entrance, eager to begin their wild adventure in Vegas. As they walk side by side through the neon-lit streets, hands brushing against each other every now and then, Friday can't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. Even though she knows this night can't last forever, for now she's going to enjoy every moment with Cliff, living in the present and forgetting about all of her responsibilities back home.

They stop at a casino, the lights and sounds assaulting their senses as they step inside. The air is thick with the scent of cigarette smoke and excitement; it makes them both feel more alive than they have in years. They spend hours gambling, laughing together as they win or lose, sharing stories about their lives and dreams.

As the night wears on, they find themselves growing closer, their bodies constantly brushing against each other as they move through the crowd.

Eventually, they find themselves in one of the casino bars, nursing drinks that taste far too sweet. The music is loud enough that they don't have to shout to be heard, but it doesn't matter; their words seem to carry more weight now anyway. They talk about everything and nothing at all, trading secrets and confessions like currency in a game of chance.

As the night draws to a close, they decide to leave the bar and find their own little corner of Vegas where they can be alone. They wander through the streets, hand in hand, ignoring the various people who try to sell them drugs or sex or whatever else they have to offer. It's just the two of them now, and that's all that matters.

Finally, they come across an abandoned fountain surrounded by benches, the water long since drained but the statues still standing tall against the darkness.

They sit down together on one of the benches, their backs pressed against the cool marble statue. The lights from a nearby hotel shine down upon them, casting their faces in a soft glow. She looks up at him as they sit there in silence for a while, her heart racing and her breath coming faster than it should.

"You know," she says slowly, her voice barely above a whisper, "I've never been with anyone like you before." He looks down at her, his eyes searching hers intently.

She hesitates for a moment before continuing. "I mean... you're not like anyone else I've ever met." She reaches out, tracing her fingers along his jawline before gently running them through his hair. "And I don't want this night to end." Her words come out in a rush now, the admission making her heart feel heavy and light all at once.

Cliff leans forward, closing the distance between them until their lips are inches apart. "Me neither," he whispers.

The anticipation of his kiss building inside her, she closes her eyes, leaning forward as well until their lips finally meet in a soft, tentative brush that sends shivers down her spine. His hands find their way around her waist, pulling her closer still as he deepens the kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue.

She moans softly into his mouth, arching her back against him as she feels a warmth building low in her belly.

Cliff kisses her harder now, his hands sliding up under her shirt to brush against the smooth skin of her back. She whimpers softly into his mouth as he nips at her lower lip, teasing and pleasuring her in equal measure. Her own hands find their way up his chest, over his shoulders, and down his back, exploring every inch of him she can reach through the fabric of his shirt.

Her kisses grow more urgent now, her body pressed tightly against his as she feels the need rising inside her. She can tell that he's just as affected as she is, if not more so. His hands slip lower down her back, cupping her bottom and pulling her even closer, grinding their hips together in a rhythm that matches the racing of their hearts.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing wet between her legs. Her hips buck against him, seeking more contact with the hard length she knows is pressed against his jeans. She breaks their kiss for just a moment to gasp for air before diving back in, wanting nothing more than to feel his tongue dancing with hers once again.

Cliff moans into her mouth, his hands sliding lower still, cupping the swollen flesh of her bottom and pulling her even closer against him.

Their kisses grow deeper as they rock together on the hard marble bench, lost in their desire for each other. The words leave her mouth before she can really think them through. "Yes," she whispers, her voice hoarse from the intensity of their kiss. "Let's go somewhere more comfortable."

She pulls away from his lips just long enough to glance around them, checking for any signs of prying eyes or unwanted company. Satisfied that they're alone, she stands up and offers him a hand, helping him off the bench as well. "This way," she says softly, leading him down a nearby pathway toward the back of the hotel complex.

Their footsteps are muffled by the soft ground cover, the only sound being their labored breathing and the rustling of leaves and branches in the gentle breeze.

They round a corner and come upon a small gazebo tucked away among the landscaping. The structure is covered in vines and flowers that climb up the wooden posts and over the railing, providing them with privacy from the rest of the hotel grounds. Friday guides Cliff inside, closing her eyes as she feels the cool night air against her skin after being trapped under the hot lights of Vegas.

She turns to face him, their bodies mere inches apart now. "This is perfect,"

she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she reaches up to run her fingers through his hair. The touch sends shivers down her spine and makes her heart race even faster. She leans forward, pressing her lips against his in another deep, passionate kiss that leaves them both breathless and aching for more.

As their lips move together in a heated dance, her hands slip beneath his shirt to explore the smooth skin of his back. She moans into his mouth as she feels the muscles there tense and release under her touch. Her own body is on fire now, aching for him in ways she never knew possible.

With a growl, Cliff pulls away from their kiss long enough to yank off his shirt, revealing his chiseled abs and defined pectoral muscles.

Friday gasps as she takes in the sight of his bare chest and quickly follows suit by shrugging out of her own top. Her breasts spill free from her lacy bra, heavy and aching as they bounce back into place against her chest. She moans softly, arching her back to offer them up to him.

Cliff's gaze locks onto her breasts for a moment before traveling upward, meeting hers once more.

Their lips meet in another heated kiss as his hands roam over her body, exploring every inch of skin they can reach. He traces circles around her nipples through the fabric of her bra before finally cupping them, pinching gently and rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingers.

Friday moans into his mouth, pressing closer to him as she feels her body tensing in anticipation.

She breaks their kiss long enough to reach down and unfasten his pants, tugging them and his boxer briefs down his hips. His hard length springs free, standing erect before her. Her breath catches in her throat as she takes it all in, marveling at the size of him.

Cliff growls deep in his throat as he feels her warm hands envelop him.

She looks up at him through her lashes, her mouth watering as she strokes him slowly from base to tip. "You feel so good," she whispers, her voice shaky with desire. She tilts her head back, offering herself more fully to his touch as she wraps her lips around the head of his cock, taking him deep into her mouth and sucking gently.

Cliff groans loudly, his hands finding purchase in the soft curls atop her head.

She bobs her head up and down on him, taking more of his length with each thrust as she teases his sensitive flesh with her tongue. Her body responds instinctively to the sensation of being filled by him, her hips moving in rhythm with her mouth despite the fact that he's not inside her yet.

Cliff grits his teeth, trying to hold back as she takes control like this. The feel of her hot, wet mouth around him is almost more than he can bear. "Friday,"

He tugs on her hair gently, urging her to stop for just a moment so he can catch his breath. "I want to be inside you," he growls roughly, his voice thick with desire.

She looks up at him through hooded eyes, their bodies slick with sweat despite the cool night air surrounding them. "Then take me," she whispers, guiding him back toward her entrance. She pushes her panties aside and spreads herself wide for him, offering herself to him completely.

Cliff positions himself between her legs, his erection pressing against her wet entrance. He looks down at her, breathing hard as he takes in the sight of her spread out before him. With a groan, he pushes inside slowly, feeling her tightness envelop him as he slides deeper and deeper.

Friday arches her back off the ground, moaning loudly as she feels him filling her completely. Her nails dig into his shoulders, scratching lightly as she tries to hold onto something real in this fleeting moment.

He moves inside her slowly at first, savoring the feel of being connected to her like this. As he adjusts to their new position, his hips begin to move in time with hers, thrusting deeper and harder each time they meet. Her body responds eagerly to his touch, her nails digging into his back, her moans filling the air around them.

Cliff looks down at her, watching as she throws her head back, lost in the sensations coursing through her.

Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels him move inside her, each thrust sending shards of pleasure coursing through her body. She grips his shoulders tightly, digging her nails into the flesh there as he takes her harder and faster, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

With a cry that echoes through the night, she comes undone beneath him, her body tensing and shuddering with release as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her muscles clench tightly around him, her walls squeezing his cock in time with each pulse that rolls through her body. Cliff groans as he feels her orgasm consume them both, his own release building inside him as he watches the pleasure play out across her beautiful face.

With a final thrust deep inside her, he feels himself emptying his seed into her, their bodies moving together in unison as they find solace and completion in each other's arms.

Their breath comes out in ragged gasps as their bodies slowly begin to relax back onto the soft grass beneath them. Friday feels like she's floating on air, her limbs heavy and languid as she savors the afterglow of her orgasm. She looks up at Cliff, their faces only inches apart, and smiles dreamily.

"That," she whispers, "was perfect." He returns her smile with one of his own before leaning down to kiss her softly, tenderly.

She giggles lightly, her cheeks flushing slightly as she remembers their earlier conversation. "Oh, right... well, my name is actually Sarah." She reaches up to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear, feeling suddenly self-conscious under his gaze. "But you can call me whatever you want."

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of his voice saying her real name. It feels...right. "Well then, Cliff..." she starts, looking into his eyes searchingly. "...I think I could get used to that." Their fingers intertwine, their hands resting on the soft grass beneath them as they gaze up at the stars twinkling in the night sky above.

The silence between them is comfortable, almost easy, and neither of them seem in any hurry to break it.

As they lie there together, she can feel her body slowly beginning to relax back into its own rhythm. The cool night air caresses her skin, sending shivers down her spine that have nothing to do with the chill in the air. Her mind drifts, lost in the warmth of Cliff's presence beside her and the feeling of contentment that washes over her.

She wonders what tomorrow will bring; if they'll be able to find each other again amidst the chaos of Vegas.

She doesn't know what tomorrow will bring, but for now she wants nothing more than to enjoy this moment with Cliff...Cliff. The name rolls off her tongue like honey and feels just as sweet on her lips. She closes her eyes, savoring the feel of his hand in hers and the sound of his steady breathing beside her.

Maybe tomorrow they'll go their separate ways, back to their own lives. But for tonight...for this moment...she couldn't be happier.