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With much of the problems avoided on Chloé’s end, she was quick on the uptake to get her ass on the RV once everyone started moving. A nap sounded good, but with all the negative energy hanging in the air the last thing she wanted was for it to infiltrate her dreams. 

Instead, she sat near the end of the seating area in the RV, plopped her earbuds in, and positioned herself in the lotus position. The music in her ears was barely loud enough to hear over the wind blowing by, but she wasn’t really putting any effort into meditating. Really, Chloé was waiting to hear something juicy, that least could have been expected from having all the besties on one bus, but it seemed the mood was too sour even for that. 

Eventually, as her friends took their power naps, and held light conversations amongst themselves, the Nainai inspired gossip-snooping turned into real meditation and the time flew by.

Chloé was no stranger to Sin City, and the last time she arrived in a very Chloé fashion she had committed many sins. Sex was best served in the Empathy Suite at the Palms Casino Resort and Blackjack was easiest to count at the Bellagio. Which is where Chloe found herself on the outskirts of the [i]again[/i] arguing group in the impressive lobby. 

The sunglasses Chloé had fished from her carry on were dark enough to hide her annoyance, she particularly didn’t care who she roomed with since she’d probably find herself in someone else’s bed anyway. Thankfully it seemed her favorite people weren’t really apart of any of the bitching, which by large was on the account of a certain increasingly annoying hotheaded girl.

[color=50C878]“[abbr=this is giving me a headache]Cette prend la tête[/abbr].. I need a drink.”[/color] The grumble came out as she looked around for signs pointing to the nearest bar, or casino floor. Just as Chloé was about to walk away the group finally came to an agreement and the now pouting french girl quietly stomped behind them, following behind the group she was assigned to the room they’d all peacefully share. 

The room was big, obviously, AJ Tyle could pull his weight around at least a little bit in Vegas, and as the camp counselor, he had to provide his kids with the best experience. Chloé didn’t explore too much into the suite and plopped down on one of the soft beds, [color=50C878] “My vote is for some pre-drinking and shopping at Fashion Show, suddenly I feel like I have nothing to wear tonight.”[/color] Chloé spoke loudly enough for the girls looking throughout the suite could hear her.

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