There's this part of my brain, waaaay in the back, that's telling me that kidnapping generally isn't a good thing and I should probably be exhibiting hulk-like rage at my current situation...
But then the rest of my brain sees Vegas and this handy credit card, and tells that other part to cram it.
That other part finally listened when it saw my extremely attractive new roommate. Hey there, Vanessa.
But still...this is pretty weird. Even by my extremely skewed Sunnydalian perspective. In fact, this whole sitch positively reeks of Summers and the weird crap that is always happening to her. Come on, Dawnie. Are you in on this? Olly olly oxen free.