We walk out the door and my dad keeps giving me this look like he is onto me or oh my god did he hear me in the shower? Was I not whispering after all? "What are thinking Dad?" I sound like I'm yelling at him. He looks at me and raises one eyebrow. This one eyebrow has a permanent grey patch in the middle. "Nothin' I just never seen you wear red or a dress this tiny. Makes me feel like I'm your bodyguard and honestly I might need to be with every boy staring." He says this with I think a hint of nervousness in his voice. I look at a group of boys down the hall where my dad is staring. I look at them and I want to smile but I don't, I lift my head and completely ignore them. "Dad, you don't have to be nervous at all and I have worn this dress once before, to a frat party. I'm not your little girl anymore, I have to grow up eventually, right?" He looks at me, it's as if he is hesitant to say what he is thinking. "Look butterfly, I know you are growing up. I just didn't expect you to be a woman already at 21. Also, you will always be my little girl in my eyes." He says giggling with that last part. As we are getting on the elevator he turns around and flips off the guys who are breaking their necks to look at me.
    my dad pushes the level floor button and I'm curious as to what we are grabbing to eat. I hope it's more than yesterday. I only had a smoothie and tacos and obviously, that wasn't enough to hold alcohol down. "Where are we going to eat Dad?" Sounding eager to get food in me. "I was thinking Marche Bacchus, they have the best crab and of course your favorite, Mac and cheese. How you like seafood and pasta I will never understand." He says with a concerned face but a joking tone. I just realized we didn't go down we went up to the suit's floor. I didn't realize the Bellagio Hotel had a suit until we reached the top floor. The doors open and there he is standing with a blond in his left arm and a redhead in another. They are wearing very little clothing, to let the mind even wonder. They are almost naked. I try to make sure I correct my face before he sees me. My dad asks him, "What floor sir." "The bottom floor sir," the asshole says without even saying thank you. I'm trying to calm my mind and not let it get to me but he looks over his shoulder and looks at me. "You look like you have something to say red stuff." He says in a mocking tone. My dad shifts uncomfortably next to me. My dad knows that I normally don't speak my mind unless I'm comfortable or heated. I look him in the eyes, which now I realize have a blue, grey, greenish tint to them. "I don't talk to incompetent strangers," I say smiling at him. He lets go of the girls and turns around. My dad steps in front of me. My dad is 6'0 feet even and he still isn't matching this asshole's height. Looking at my dad's black slicked hair with grey patches and his grey button-up shirt from the back of him. I can only imagine his eyes but be that black color of don't fucking with me vibe. "Don't worry Dad this is just a man who has cash for days but is utterly miserable and lonely in his life." These words fumble out before I can catch them. The elevator dings and I grab my dad's arm and we walk past them. The girls were in shock that I said what I did. I'm sure they weren't even breathing. "I'm sorry Dad, I don't know what it is with that guy. He just, ugh. He makes me feel like I need to punch him in his stupid face." I'm out of breath by the time I'm finished. "Honey, I am proud of you for saying something. He didn't even thank me for asking which floor. He is wrapped in his money and doesn't have anyone for himself or even who may love him, but at the same time we should probably not tell him those things in person again." He sounds proud and kind of something else that I have never heard in his tone. We start to walk out to the mainstream when a black limo pulls in front of us. The back door opens and low behold it's the elevator, kissing snatcher asshole. "Hello, we got off on the wrong foot and I was a dick. My name is Damian and I owe you a delicious dinner for my bad behavior."