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The bed was one of the more comfortable that she’d woken up in after a night of drinking. Audrey shifted slightly, feeling an arm around her middle and a body behind her. She yawned, deciding just to lay still for a moment, smirking slightly. 

The details were fuzzy from the night before, but she remembered meeting a sweet guy. She’d seen him enter with a bunch of his army buddies, looking slightly out of place. Audrey had gotten done designing early, so she’d dressed up a little, putting on a strapless top instead of a tee shirt with her tight jeans and she felt good.

So she bought him a drink. He’d blushingly accepted, delighting her even more. Audrey’d flirted with him and after a few more drinks, he’d loosened up a bit, joining in with her when she added commentary about people watching.

Eventually he agreed to letting her tipsily drag him to a slot machine and then a few more shows and with each show came more drinks. Eventually she’d pressed her lips against his and after freezing for a moment, he’d reciprocated. 

More drinks and more shows later, there had been more stolen kisses with giggles between and then she wasn’t sure who started it, but a tumble into her darkened suite.

Audrey yawned, stretching slightly. “So what kind of name is Ping anyways? I’ve never heard that before.” She mused turning in his arms and facing him.

“Its a very manly name.” He mumbled, still curled close and his eyes closed. Audrey rolled her eyes and sat up, the covers falling off them both and her eyes widened. 

“Dios mios.” She breathed, frozen and then he-well, she? opened her eyes and gasped, pulling the sheet to her as Audrey scrambled to her feet, still wearing his uniform shirt. 

“It’s not what you think! I–” Ping scrambled, his voice now to a more normal tone, holding out a hand and Audrey stood stunned not sure what to think. She looked down at her sheet covered feet, cheeks red. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lie to you, but please, don’t tell anyone, I’ll get dishonorably discharged and my dad, he’s in the nursing home." 

Audrey felt her stomach twist slightly as she looked upset and was still talking. Taking a deep breath, she smirked, still uncomfortable, but not wanting to make Ping feel bad or think she’d do something like that. She approached the bed and crawled across, reaching out with a fist and gently knocking her chin up. 

"Shut up for a second okay?” She sat back on her heels, cocking an eyebrow up. “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” Audrey was surprised at how Ping’s smile still made her smile too. 

“So what’s your real name?” Audrey asked her hand lingering at the side of her face. She smiled, her face folding into a sheepish grin. 

“Mulan." 

"Nice to meet ya, Mulan, but you totally owe me breakfast for this. And I wanna know the whole story."