I Thought I Was Getting a Nightcap. She Thought I Needed Company.

A $24 Old Fashioned. A side of unsolicited company. And the real rules of Vegas after dark.

💋 “The Hooker at VICE VERSA (and Why I Got Marked)”

We were coming back to Vdara after dinner, sitting on the patio at Lago, one of those perfect Vegas nights where the fountains are doing their thing, the whiskey’s flowing, and the heat hasn’t yet turned the Strip into a convection oven.

I wasn’t feeling any pain. Lago pours heavily, and I’d already decided a nightcap was non-negotiable. VICE VERSA, Vdara’s little bar tucked just inside the lobby, is usually quiet, chill, and full of couples ignoring each other. So while my wife ran up to the room to grab a sweater, I grabbed two seats and waited.

Two seconds later, the chair I saved for my wife wasn’t empty anymore.

She slid into the seat next to me like she’d done it a hundred times, and yeah, she probably had.