[right][sub][color=dimgray]Collab with [@BeastofDestiny] 
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[indent]Entering the Bellagio lobby, AJ Tyler took off his shades, latching it onto his [url=https://i.dailymail.co.uk/1/2018/09/20/16/4429084-0-image-a-163_1537457919565.jpg]top[/url], and stared up at the Dale Chihuly Glass Sculpture. He had memories in this place when he was younger. Running around and causing mischief. His cousins practically lived in whichever MGM casino and resort they wanted to – any given day. The Bellagio, though? This was his aunt’s pride and joy. Something about the extreme luxury of this resort, with custom art, whirlpool tubs, and butlers, just spat pretentious.  

Glancing at his Louis Moinet Meteoris watch, a gift from his mother, he noted to himself that it was approaching the time they should eat: Noon. Not everyone had an early start, but they all knew where they were meeting. As long as everyone got to the Bellagio between 11 to 11:30am, AJ would be satisfied. They would still have their afternoon and most of tomorrow to enjoy Sin City. 

Once Sami entered the city, however, he had to take a detour. He chose to rent a car to take Kim to the airport. She had a family emergency and unfortunately couldn’t commit to this ‘successful’ road trip. It seemed even his group, the Gearheads, were getting smaller and smaller by the hour. It was only day two! Mandy left yesterday because she didn't feel wanted and sometime through the night, Parker and Monica sped off to who-the-hell-knows! No one even said goodbye. Or even told him what's up! Besides Kim. And she wasn't even part of his group. Misfits seemed to have more class, it seemed. Minus a certain woman. [i]*cough*[/i]

Turning his head to look at the entrance, he saw a girl walk in, whose physique reminded him of his best friend. THAT woman. 

...Would they make up? It was hard to pretend to not be mind fucked ever since he woke up and found out NEWS. Shaking his head, in annoyance, he brought his attention back to the front desk. She spent an entire night in [i]his[/i] cabin. The first night she confesses, she [i]sleeps[/i] with him. What a fucking slut. Okay, he had to stop thinking about these negative thoughts. In contrast, AJ ended up sleeping in his car because the two girls he invited in his tent caused him to overheat and he [i]hated[/i] that feeling, so he let them snuggle up with one another and he enjoyed the coolness of the night. All his efforts with building a tent for nothing.

Why was he so bitter? 

He needed to get better, not bitter. 

Today was a new day! He was bitter two years ago and NOTHING has changed. It's time to move on. Be happy. Approaching the front desk, the young Fireball obnoxiously hit the bell numerous times and when the lady came to the front to speak [i]kind[/i] words to this disruptive guest, she noticed who it was and grimaced. Shortly after, she was on the phone calling someone…
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In a conference room, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbSnRVspDb8]We Didn’t Start the Fire[/url] by Billy Joel was playing on maximum volume as the youngest Kable twin, Trent, swayed his feet to one of his favorite singers as he drew an ICE BREATHING DRAGON. He was nineteen now and still [i]extremely[/i] young minded. 'Special' as his sister puts it. Yesterday, his older twin had told him that AJ would be visiting, which hasn’t happened in almost a year and a half! From what his cousin would say, he was busy with his friends and couldn’t drive four hours to see them. That’s okay. They visited him on Christmas anyways! [color=ccccff]“... Joe, McCarthy, Richard, Nixon, Studerbaker, Television, North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn, Monroe…”[/color] 

[color=ff6866]“You OWE me, Joseph.”[/color] On one end of the conference table was Trent’s big sister, Sonya… she was twenty one… if he remembered correctly. [color=ff6866]“[i]Those [/i]people signed that stupid contract. Now pay up motherfucker.”[/color]   

[color=ccccff]“Rosenbergs, H-Bombs, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom, Brando, ‘The King and I’, and ‘The Catcher in the Rye’...”[/color]

Joseph Kable sat absentmindedly at the other end of the conference table, watching his rather entitled sister with listless eyes. A turkey club in hand he took another bite, slowly chewing as he watched his sister seethe and his brother.. Well he did whatever the hell he wanted. Joey didn’t normally mind, kid was entertaining in his own way and the fucker practically shared the same room with him until they were 10; Joey had gotten used to his quirks. Sonya… however was just a bitch looking for a little extra cash under the table when she didn’t have any ‘gigs’ available at ‘Big Tony’s’. Sure, she’d done a little extra business for him, gotten a few big wigs to sign a couple of contracts, ensure they’d be ‘VIP’, but this bitch was expecting him to pay out [b]two days[/b] after she’d done it? Hell no…

Throwing a couple of chips in his mouth and swigging out the last of his coke, down to the annoying straw sucking at the end, he sighed in pleasure before placing the cup down. Grabbing one of the napkins on his end he started patting his mouth dry before wiping his hands in the cheap paper material. Sighing he started, [color=00bfff]“Listen sister,”[/color] Joey tossed the wad away, his hands coming together, [color=00bfff]“I get where you’re comin’ from, I see it, I hear it, I fuckin’ feel it. You know what I don’t sense though?”[/color] Pausing for dramatic effect, [color=00bfff]“I ain’t smellin’ it, fuck all even, you know what I mean right? That bacon, sizzlin’ in it’s fat, fuckin’ stinkin’ up the place, I. Ain’t. Smellin’ it.”[/color] Leaning back in his seat he folded his arms over, [color=00bfff]“I ain’t sayin’ I don’t appreciate your services or that I’m witholdin’ this debt I owe to ya, but baby, until I see Mr. Franklin and Jackson comin’ through those doors, you ain’t getting the 20% we agreed upon.”[/color]

[color=ff6866]“Oh? Then maybe Mr. Franklin and Jackson can kiss my phat ass. You know they won’t be agreeing to you, because you’re an ass. All they care about is this.”[/color] She grabbed her tits, for extra effect. Trent glanced up, shook his head, and then went back to shading his art and jamming to his song. They were always like this, even when they were kids. The only difference was the topics were mature and he barely understood what they were talking about over half the time! 

[color=ccccff]“Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev, Rockefeller, Campanbella, Communist Bloc..”[/color] 

Joey watched his sister’s vulgarity, an eye raised as she attempted to make her point, [color=00bfff]“You mean the fucker’s weren’t already kissin’ it? Don’t you think Georgie, Jeffrey and Abe might get a little jealous? Or was it Marcy? Honestly I can’t remember how many noses you’ve had jammed up your fuckin’ twat at this point.”[/color] Leaning forward on the table, [color=00bfff]“Don’t matter much either way, until the bills start rollin’ in, you ain’t seein’ a fuckin’ cent! If nothin’ else, consider your fuckin’ work to be on commission when it involves me.”[/color]

[color=ccccff]“We didn't start the fire. It was always burning, since the world's been turning!”[/color] 

The siblings were interrupted by the landline ringing, [color=ff6866]“I’m going to get what I want. I always do.”[/color] She glared at the dick that was her younger brother. Not Trent. He was a good boy. JOSEPH.  [color=ff6866]“I ain’t picking it up. Have fun babysitting.”[/color] And with that, Sonya stormed out. She had better things to do then spend her morning arguing, like steal his money anyways and have a good ol’ time with her girlfriends. Her parents were withholding her allowance for an 'undetermined' amount of time saying she has a shopping problem. They went out of their way to freeze her accounts. As if! 

No longer singing to the song, the cutest Kable heavily sighed, [color=ccccff]“You made her angry.”[/color] 

Sighing as she stormed off, he looked to his brother, a slightly sad look on his face, [color=00bfff]“You think I’m being hard on her bro?”[/color] Before Trent could answer though, Joey was back to his old demeanor and waved his hand dismissively, [color=00bfff]“Shut the fuck up Trent, she’s a cunt and deserved it.”[/color] Hand reaching for the phone he couldn’t help but keep up his tirade, [color=00bfff][sub]“Fuckin’ money suckin’ bitch, I’ll hang her goddamn tits on the wall for Christ’s~”[/sub][/color], picking up the phone, Joseph asked in a rather annoyed tone, [color=00bfff]“What?!”[/color]

“Mr. Kable,” Karen, receptionist, miserable bitch, all wrapped up in one package, “Your ‘guests’ have arrived.” Even in the rather derisive tone his front of staff used, Joey was actually rather pleased, his cousin managed to arrive early. [color=00bfff]“Excellent! Make sure they’re well accommodated and have them sit tight, I’ll be right on down to greet ‘em.”[/color] The receptionist continued on, “Of course Mr. Kable, I would like to inform you however tha-” and without further interruption Joey quickly hung up. [color=00bfff]“Pack up your bags Trent, family is in town and it’s time to greet ‘em.”[/color] Standing up and adjusting his suit, he opened the door for Trent. As his brother began to walk out, Joey quickly slung his arm around his younger twin, [color=00bfff]“I think this is gonna be a weekend to remember, eh bro?”[/color]

[color=ccccff]“Uh, yeah. You bet.”[/color] 
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Back down at the lounge, AJ sprawled himself on one of the few seats left available and barked at his friends, and Misfit company, [color=ff4500]“Before my cousins get here, what do you guys want to do? I know I’m starving so that’s on the top of my list. We can chill for a bit, or walk the strip. Split in groups. I really don’t care. And I guess… the hobo is chillen with us still?”[/color] AJ was honestly baffled that Hugo was still with them, basking in their tense friendship and lust (fucking Val).  

Hugo already had his guitar out again, strumming some light cords. Upon hearing the call from his young compatriot he responded with, [color=669900]“My name is Hugo, monsieur! Not [i]‘Hobo’[/i] I know it can be quite difficult to call me by my correct name!”[/color] Hugo chortled, but in his mind, he was still trying to process what had happened. He woke up in the middle of a desert campsite amongst a group of young adults. Some seemed rather groggy, some seemed rather ashamed, and some seemed like they just wanted to get on with their day. All in all, Hugo had no recollection of the group he had spent the night with as he went through his journal, and yet some of them actually greeted him. He smiled in return, of course, as not to seem rude to the company he had slept amongst. After reviewing his journal while the rest dismantled their campsite, he found they were going in a direction that he was headed, so...why not tag along? Though some were confused, they seemed to allow Hugo to come into their fold and ride with them for whatever crazy journey they had ahead.[/indent]