Wasn't sure how to approach this writing piece, but I guess I'll start from the beginning.
A few of us were determined to get in a bonus night at Vegas ever since the Hilton rejected us. With Justin and Rocke being the drivers, we arrived at Venetian a little past midnight and chaos quickly ensued. We had about 5 hours to kill since Justin paid our way to an earlier check-in the following day.
Parking lot drinks, ice hunting, 1 bill on black, boy band pictures, "Ocean's Ereven," Amy's overpriced mixed drinks, Justin's double shots of Patron, 3-finger limo-driver Bryan, and shady stripclub promoter Mike.
Within 5 minutes of talking with Mike, we find ourselves in a limousine heading to Treasures. Long story short, we lost both Marty and Justin near the end of the night. Everyone was ready to head back to crash, but I somehow managed to sober up and headed back into the club. I found Justin in the restroom thinking he was taking a shit, but after a few minutes of waiting I decided to push along the stall door to notice it was unlocked. And there he was just bent over, head over toilet. After five minutes of deciphering what had happened, he was able to get on his two feet. With Justin exiting the club to join the others, I noticed Jena being on the phone yelling at a dancer that took Marty's phone. So I stormed back in, pushing away waitresses and dancers and walked onto the private booths section. It was extremely dark, so I got close to every booth and peeked over each dancer to see if it was Marty behind them. I finally found him, and the dancer stopped me from grabbing him. I tried my best but she was persistent, so I left and told Marty to call me when he was done.
Rocke's thug connection with the driver, Justin's horrific signature, carrying Justin to the room, discovering the automated curtains, Marty's paranoia of the tile flooring, carrying Marty to the room.
A good start to vegas, :)
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