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[indent]Perhaps volunteering to drive the RV had been a bit… premature of him. Chris couldn’t help it, he saw a friend in need and he had to help, so his mouth just went ahead and offered to drive before his brain could catch up. AJ was in no shape to drive after Val’s swift kick. His boy needed a break to sleep it off, or something like that. So here Chris was, sitting behind the wheel of the largest vehicle he had ever operated. Seriously, aside from his mom’s old honda civic that he learned to drive on, he pretty much solely stuck to his motorcycle. This tank was much larger than a bike… and a civic.

That said, with Chris being a gearhead through and through, driving the RV went completely smooth. No rich kids died in the making of this road trip. AJ had passed out in the passenger seat, clearly comfortable enough to do so. All was well, and the rag-tag group of gearfits arrived at the Bellagio right on schedule. Chris leaned down to take in the sight of the place through the windshield and remarked a simple, [color=5C6F8E][b]“Damn.”[/b][/color] This place was swanky as fuck.

[color=5C6F8E][b]“Aight, everyone get the fuck out. I need to park this thing and stretch my legs.”[/b][/color] He instructed. His words were harsh, but his tone was friendly enough. He was excited to properly get this show on the road, and it was starting to show through his rough exterior. Once all of the teens piled out onto the sidewalk with their luggage in tow, Chris put the beast in gear and dialed in the address of this temporary parking area on the GPS.

AJ had offered to come along with Chris to park the RV, but he assured him that he’d be fine on his own. He would use the alone time to relax, decompress, and have a smoke outside. AJ’s compromise was to at least pay for Chris’ lift back to the hotel, which the punk happily accepted. Who the fuck knows how much an Uber in Las Vegas costs anyway, it would probably be obscene.

Chris lit up a Marlboro as he waited outside the temporary lot for his ride to show up. Staring out at the streets, Chris exhaled a stream of smoke as he took in the skyline of the strip in the distance. Shit, he was really out here in Vegas right now. Who would have thought making friends with a kid at a street race would lead to this? He took another drag and smiled gratefully at his situation as a sleek black car rolled up to the curb. Seeing the light in the windshield, Chris flicked his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out before hopping into the backseat.

[b]“The Bellagio, huh?”[/b] The driver asked after a few minutes spent in traffic. The question was accompanied by an inquisitive raised eyebrow that Chris caught in the rearview mirror. He smirked, of course there was doubt.

[color=5C6F8E][b]“Yeah…”[/b][/color] Chris responded as he watched the wide variety of people out on the street through the window. [color=5C6F8E][b]“Landed me a rich girl with a bad boy fetish, we’re gonna have a good time.”[/b][/color] He lied smoothly. Why lie? Why the fuck [i]not[/i]? Plus, maybe there was something to that whole ‘speak it into existence’ mentality. Anything’s possible in the span of a teenage summer, right?

The driver nodded and laughed. [b]“Good deal man, good deal.”[/b]

The rest of the ride was silent up until they pulled up to the hotel and said their goodbyes. Twirling the RV keys around his index finger, Chris walked up to the valet man waiting at the front door entrance. [color=5C6F8E][b]“Hey man, where should I turn in keys for vehicles to be picked up from the Uber-Lyft pick up point?”[/b][/color] The well-dressed worker instructed him that the valet office desk was right through the glass doors and immediately on the left. Nodding, Chris made his way inside and laid the keys down at said desk. The woman behind the counter asked for the name of who would be picking the keys for the vehicle up. [color=5C6F8E][b]“Uh… Sonya Kable. Make sure to ask for ID, this thing is worth more than my actual human life, so I’m not gonna be responsible for it getting stolen.”[/b][/color] The woman laughed politely and assured him that it was their policy to always check IDs. [color=5C6F8E][b]“Thanks, Linda.”[/b][/color] Chris replied, tapping the desk twice with his hand before turning to enter the hotel lobby fully.

The place was massive and marbled, with opulent gold accents. It looked like a scene straight out of a movie — in fact, Chris immediately thought of the Continental from [i]John Wick[/i]. The leather-jacket clad teen most definitely looked out of place as he looked around, mouth agape. He took a moment to shoot a text to AJ asking which room he should head to before walking towards the elevators in the back right side of the lobby.

[b]“Can I help you, sir?”[/b] One of the women, a blonde, at the front desk asked as he passed by. He turned to look up from his phone to be greeted by her somewhat judgmental looking gaze. Chris’ eyebrows knitted in confusion, [color=5C6F8E][b]“Oh, no. I’m just heading up to my room. Already checked in, thanks.”[/b][/color] He offered a fake smile and turned on his heel back towards the elevators.

[b]“And… [i]which[/i] room is that?”[/b] She asked with an equally fake smile as his back was to her. [color=5C6F8E][i]You gotta be fucking kidding me…[/i][/color] Chris thought to himself and took a moment to silently grind his teeth before turning to respond to the obvious grilling. 

[color=5C6F8E][b]“Dunno,”[/b][/color] He shrugged, letting his arms swing out wide at his sides. [color=5C6F8E][b]“I just texted my buddy to get the room number.”[/b][/color] He replied honestly, but he could already tell where this train of questioning was headed.

[b]“What’s your [i]buddy’s[/i] name? I can look it up in the system for you.”[/b] Another fake customer service smile.

[color=5C6F8E][b]“AJ—A-Alfie Tyler.”[/b][/color] He corrected with an awkward stutter, realizing AJ’s full name was probably needed.

After a few seconds of tapping on her keys, the blonde smirked proudly as if she’d just won a massive bet. [b]“We don’t have any rooms listed under that name.”[/b]

[color=5C6F8E][b]“What?!”[/b][/color] Chris asked incredulously. Was she playing a fucking game right now? Just as she looked like she was about to call for security, he threw his hands up in surrender. [color=5C6F8E][b]“I’ll call him, alright? I’ll have him come down, chill, jesus…”[/b][/color] Chris aggressively tapped through his contacts to ring AJ.

[color=5C6F8E][b]“Hey man, can you come down?”[/b][/color] Chris asked as soon as the line picked up. [color=5C6F8E][b]“These [i]assholes[/i]—”[/b][/color] He made a point of glaring directly at the blonde front desk worker. [color=5C6F8E][b]“—at the front desk think I’m too poor to be here and plan on stealing their sparkling water or some shit. Let’s go get some food before my hunger makes me really make a scene right now, because I’m feeling a little bit profiled, not gonna lie.”[/b][/color][/indent]
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