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Entry tags: | liam wolfe, micah powell |
Who: Micah Powell and Liam Wolfe
Where: Starting at a strip club in Las Vegas, Nevada and then moving to a casino and then... who knows?
When: Backdated to last weekend! Sunday night.
Rating: TBA? But I'd guess... at least PG-13 for mentions of naked women?
Summary: Micah and Liam have, um... a little too much fun.
The last time Micah spent his weekend at home was too long for him to actually remember to the point where he couldn't even imagine doing it anymore. He didn't even have to ask himself the question of Do I want to go somewhere this weekend? because the answer was going to forever be Yes and he was pretty sure it was going to be that way until he died. Chris could not even dampen his traveling spirit. Sure, his coinhabitor or reincarnate or whatever the hell he was called had instilled some responsibility and need for direction into his life, but that didn't mean he couldn't have fun.
So, this weekend, he had thrown a dart at the map and it had landed on - the middle of the desert, actually. But Micah knew that a) middle of the desert was not that much fun and b) he wasn't sure if he could survive out there, so he chose the closest (interesting) place instead. That happened to be Vegas. Oh, Vegas. It was one of Micah's favorite hangouts ever since he hit the big 2-1, and he still loved to hang out there. The atmosphere was just so glamorous and fun; it was rather addicting.
That was how he found himself, Sunday night, sitting at an awesome strip club. He was sitting at the bar, glancing toward the stage every once in a while. The smell was less than favorable, but the scantily clad bartender that had been serving him for the past thirty minutes was cute enough to catch his attention. He grinned cheekily at her, knowing that even Chris couldn't deny that she was hot, and gestured for another drink.
"Rum and coke, please," he chimed, drumming his fingers on the bar, before gesturing to a guy that was sitting a couple of seats away from him. "And... get something for my friend over there!" Friend was a loose term he threw around often, as he didn't even really look to see who he was buying a drink for. But he was in a good mood! So, why not spread the love?