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[indent]While AJ, Aleks, and Chris bantered with each other over fresh bread and spiced olive oil for dipping, the lunch crowd of Rao’s began to populate the restaurant. For the first time since this morning it was starting to feel like the road trip vacation of a lifetime that this summer was meant to be. The boys were comfortable, having let their guard down without the trappings of any post-high school drama weighing on them. They were laughing perhaps a bit too loud and boisterous for such a nice restaurant, yet no one shushed them or even looked twice. The ambiance and attitude of Vegas was all around them — it seemed that anything goes here, and it felt [i]fucking[/i] awesome.

Having been previously consumed with a bout of ‘hanger’, Chris ordered an appetizer as soon as their waiter showed up to take their drink order. It seemed a shame to come to an italian restaurant famous for their meatballs without ordering said meatballs, so that is what Chris got as a starter. Munching happily on what was probably the best meatball that he would ever eat in his entire life, he offered a close-lipped grin at his friends with a stupidly euphoric expression. [color=5C6F8E]“Fucking delicious,”[/color] he said after swallowing a massive bite. [color=5C6F8E]“So, we’re here, we’re eating. What’s next on the agenda? How are we going to spend our first day, and [i]night[/i] in Sin City?”[/color]

AJ’s chosen appetizer was bruschetta. Something his mom would usually get whenever they got Italian. For the most part, the host with the most wasn’t too picky, but he did have a pattern of getting things he was used to having, meaning ordering food his family preferred. It wasn’t that he didn’t crave anything or have urges, he just liked the familiarity of it all. 

If his friends didn’t know by now, they would surely know by the end of this trip that little boy Tyler wasn’t good with change, hence the whole ‘last summer of our lives’ voyage across the country. Worries aside, he was finally able to focus on the moment and enjoy his time with some of the best guys on the planet. Yes, Aleks included. AJ’s excitement was not even close to Chris’ level, which made everything worth it in his book.

Half smiling, he watched his Valentine blissfully eat, like he never ate before. [i]Finally[/i], someone was feeling the vibes AJ was hoping he could get everyone to embrace. Sadly, the road trip started with drama. He could only hope the rest of the day would sail smoothly. Munching on Bruschetta topped with tomato salad, caramelized balsamic vinegar, and Grana Padano, he came to terms with how… ordinary Sin City was to him. To others, like Chris, this was a place to have wild and reckless adventures of a lifetime. To be surrounded with good people and wake up not remembering half the shit you did the night prior. To him, this was the third most visited place on his list. The other two being the roads of LA and his father’s go-to-campsite. Although the city didn’t excite him like it did when he was little, he did like seeing his friend enjoy himself.  

[color=ff4500]“Wherever you want.”[/color] AJ shrugged at Chris’ question. He wasn’t necessarily the planner type. He was the idea guy. He brought something into existence, like this road trip, or passing through Las Vegas, and he’d let his friends take the wheel, while he cruised with no hands. [color=ff4500]“There’s a bunch of cabaret shows, so that’s a thing we could do. I think you’d like the zombie one, but I still want to see what everyone else is into.”[/color] [i]Munch. Munch. Munch.[/i] Waving his bruschetta around as he talked, he cooly admitted, [color=ff4500]“I’m going with the flow, let people do what they want, pick and choose, you dig? There’s a lot happening, and I’ve been here PLENTY, so whatever you want, do it, man. With friends, of course, but you get what I mean!”[/color] 

Aleks carefully rolled the tiniest of his ciabatta crostinis over his knuckles like a coin, mouth tugged up at one end in an amused little smile at Chris’ happiness. The decision to pick the restaurant was a double edged sword, a high-risk, high-reward scenario where he could have either disgraced his father’s name by acting like a jackass or brought his friends to a restaurant they were only okay with. At that point he might as well have taken them to a fucking Burger King. But thankfully everything had worked out. 

He had mostly finished with his roasted peppers and mozzarella, and was now picking off the last, precious few of his lovingly-toasted crostini, careful to portion out his olive oil and remaining pine nuts for each. The one he was playing with like it was a quarter must have been the very crust end of a ciabatta, so he was careful not to overload it with portions before he ate it whole. He chewed over AJ’s hands-off declaration and swallowed before responding.

[color=a0410d]“Chloe and I saw the cabaret last year,”[/color]  he said with a small shrug. [color=a0410d]
“She wanted to go to the strip club. I see no reason to disenfranchise her. I could use something sleazy for a change. But that seems like denouement for the evening. As for pre-game…”[/color]

The token foreigner of the group narrowed his catlike eyes a little at Chris, head tilting sideways and teeth scraping his lip in thought. 

[color=a0410d]“You know much about the cards, Chrissy?”[/color]

[color=5C6F8E]“Cabaret sounds fun, that’s the show with the girls dancing in lingerie with the big feathers and stuff, right? But there’s a zombie one? Sounds hot… I’m down.”[/color] Chris pondered as he finished up his appetizer and perused the menu for a main course option. He listened as Aleks said that he and Chloe would be skipping out on the cabaret, but Chris was still set on going. He could go to a strip club anywhere, the cabaret sounded like a more unique Vegas experience. Speaking of Vegas experiences, [color=5C6F8E]“Cards?”[/color] Chris responded to Aleks with a raised brow. [color=5C6F8E]“I played a poker phone game a while back, but that’s about it. Why? You lookin’ to teach me how to make a pretty penny while we’re here?”[/color]

Aleks shrugged innocently.

[color=a0410d]“I may have a little knowledge to impart,”[/color] he said simply. [color=a0410d]“If you had the patience to listen and learn, I could front you some training wheels money tonight. Although Chloe may yet wind up making both of us look like bitches..”[/color]

[color=ff4500]“I’ll pass with gambling.”[/color] AJ’s father had poker night with his friends bi-weekly, and AJ didn’t really like losing money in a game he didn’t have a high percentage in winning. He didn't have full confidence with card playing and he couldn’t count cards like some people. Racing was one thing, but cards? Nah man. [color=ff4500]“Knowing Ava and Rey…. they’ll drag poor Emi somewhere. I’mma stalk Em until I know she’s safe.”[/color] Ever since the break up, she’s been a hot mess and AJ couldn’t help but feel partially to blame. He withheld information, in hopes that she could find out the right way, through Brandon, but looking back… he probably should’ve told her. It’s as if he let it happen. Like he could’ve stopped the cheating, he could’ve protected her heart, but he didn’t. [color=ff4500]“There’s a few shows for whatever Cabaret we decide to go to! So, yeah, we can catch one later, for sure.”[/color] 

In time, their waiter did come by and take their order. To AJ, while the calm was welcomed, it did unsettle him. The moment they leave this restaurant, things would move again and there was bound to be another explosion. He just didn’t understand why it was so hard for everyone to set their differences aside and get along. Hell, he was putting up with two pain in his asses! Reyna and now Katie. With high hopes, he believed tonight would be the night that would make people feel like this trip was worth it. They are worth it. At least, he could imagine.

After finishing a fantastic meal, Chris had to stretch from his fingers to his toes to feel human. He was a bit uncomfortably full for a lunch, but the meal was worth every bite. [color=5C6F8E]“So, casino and cabaret. Sounds like a fun night. Remind me… why do we have to go to the store right now?”[/color]

Aleks exhaled patiently, hands in the pockets of his jacket as he gently pushed in his chair with the tip of a sneaker. He supposed this hadn’t been covered while Chris was locked in Gotterdammerung with the receptionist downstairs at the Bellagio, but still, he found everyone’s exhaustion over the thought of so much as entering a convenience store a little taxing. Life had been very easy for them, having the fastest Uber Eats driver in LA for a friend. He had gone years without demanding tips from these paltry bastards, the least they could do was humor him for a couple bottles of Hershey’s.

[color=a0410d]“Chocolate syrup is a good addition to White Russian,”[/color] he reiterated, repeating what he’d told AJ earlier at the flat. [color=a0410d]“I need a few bottles if I’m going to make cocktails tonight. If you have a cute name I am all ears.”[/color]

[color=5C6F8E]“We’re going to the store so that you can make alcoholic choccy milk?”[/color] Chris confirmed with a teasing tone. [color=5C6F8E]“Shall we pick up sippy cups as well, then?”[/color] The right side of his mouth lifted in a half smirk.

[color=a0410d]”If you would like yours in one, yes.”[/color]

[color=5C6F8E]“Man I can’t drink milk, I ain’t about to spend our first night in Vegas on the shitter.”[/color]

Looking between his two friends, AJ narrowed his eyes in confusion while grabbing his debit card from the waiter, [color=ff4500]“...what is wrong with sippy cups?”[/color] Like it was just a cup? They were being judgy toward dishware. Waht.

[color=5C6F8E]“Oh my god…”[/color] Chris groaned at AJ’s comment and then said something in tagalog under his breath. He pushed open the door of the 7-Eleven that was around the corner from the restaurant and hoped that this conversation would be taken away with the breeze it generated. While Alek’s goal was chocolate syrup, Chris went to the snacks aisle to grab a few handfuls of stuff for munching at the hotel once everyone was drunk off of Aleks’... [i]brown russians?[/i] That... probably wasn’t pc, but he had one even better. [color=5C6F8E]“Hey, what about Cocoa Commies?”[/color] Chris yelled the name suggestion over the aisle divider to his friend.

As Chris and Aleks went their own way, AJ was left at the slurpee stand. After hooking his sunglasses on his shirt, he debated what flavor he should try. Truth be told, he never had one. He’s heard only good things about these sugary-sweet-heart-attack drinks, yet it was rare for AJ to do his own errands or go to a 7-eleven. Therefore, he never needed one. Too distracted by the debate in his head, he didn’t hear the resounding sound of heels, with just the right balance of femininity and practicality. A woman with one hell of a rack leaned beside him and whispered, [color=#bd33a4]“Wild cherry is my favorite. Mm, but you look like a coke boy.”[/color] 

Glancing over, AJ was taken aback. Was it natural for someone this… sexy to be in a 7-Eleven? Maybe he should come more often! Unable to answer her, he watched her lips as they sucked a red lollipop. Her face matched her body incredibly well. She was like a goddess, who didn’t belong here.  

He would’ve thanked her, but he was so stunned he couldn’t speak. She simply simpered at him and pranced away down an aisle. He immediately grabbed a large cup and went for the coke. She suggested it, so he probably was going to like it! In the aisle right beside Chris, but two away from Aleks, Esme started whistling a familiar song that Aleks would be well aware of and randomly dropped things in her basket. She had a long day ahead of her, so he either took the bait or let it pass. The kids would be in for a surprise soon enough. 

From the corner of his eye, Aleks watched AJ’s poor, malleable ass immediately select the Coke Icee like a simp. The woman looked at AJ with the note of glee universal among those who make successful food, fashion, or relationship recommendations - Aleks had just felt it himself, with how well their lunch at Rao’s had gone over - and went down the aisle, whistling to herself a song Aleks had learned well soon after arrival in America. It used to be one of his favorites.

[color=a0410d][i]He has kiiiilled Cleopatra, Cleopatra…[/i][/color]

He switched playlists on his phone before leaving his aisle, two bottles of chocolate syrup in hand. 

[color=a0410d]“I believe Cocoa Commies were knockoff cereal, brought to homeland to avoid temptation of the American Dogs and their Cocoa Krispies. My father says they tasted like Reeses Puffs,”[/color] he replied to Chris as he leapfrogged Chris’ aisle to reach the next one. Scanning the various bubblegum options on display, he took small, graceful sideways steps away from the end of the aisle and towards Esme. [color=a0410d]“What about Belikov Cocktail? A little egotistical?”[/color]

[color=#bd33a4]“Too pretentious, you should definitely call it The Leksi.”[/color] With her lollipop in her mouth, she went for a piece of random fruit bubblegum and unceremoniously opened it, placing two pieces in her mouth and the rest in her cart. Leaning her hand toward him, the one that held her sucker, she childishly offered the candy at the store, before putting her pop back in her mouth, [color=#bd33a4]“Want some?”[/color] 

[color=a0410d]”Sure.”[/color] Aleks picked up two giant packs of gum, one peppermint, the other strawberry Trident. After a moment’s consideration he picked up some Bubble Tape too. His voice lowered to a quiet, accented purr. [color=a0410d]”I don’t know why you bothered to come all this way. I got everything done before we left LA. I made sure. Did you forget to pack me a lunch, big sis? It’s cool, I do not mind.”[/color]

Interrupting Chris’ and Aleks’ conversation, AJ obnoxiously slurped his drink as he strolled down Chris’ aisle,  [color=ff4500]“Yo, this just tastes like ice-y coke. I should’ve gotten wild cherry.”[/color]   

[color=a0410d][i]I knew it.[/i][/color]

[color=5C6F8E]“Dude… it’s a 7-Eleven… and we’re assholes.”[/color] Chris looked at AJ and shrugged. [color=5C6F8E]“Just go dump it out and fill the cup up with cherry instead.”[/color] They boys might be in a new city, but Chris would always be the same old Chris. Plus, it’s not like the acne plagued teenager behind the cash register was paying attention, and even if he was, ten bucks said he wouldn’t give a shit. [color=5C6F8E]“More importantly… cool ranch or nacho cheese?”[/color] He asked, pointing at the Doritos options. [color=5C6F8E]“Oh shit, they have Takis!”[/color] 

[color=ff4500]“Buy them all. It’s a vacation, but I prefer nacho cheese.”[/color] After taking another sip of the coke slurpee, AJ dramatically sighed, [color=ff4500]“That’s a lot of effort, Chris. I just got here and now I gotta go back over there?”[/color]

Shrugging at Aleks hushed hushed tone, Esme ran her fingers on the snacks and teasingly smiled, [color=#bd33a4]“You might be seeing me more this lovely summer, if you don’t find something for me.”[/color] Gracefully, with an unbelievable amount of sex appeal, she looked toward the door where a big man waited for her in his car. [color=#bd33a4]“A flash drive Alejandro stole from his father.”[/color] 

Aleks’ music felt like it was pounding in his ears. He didn’t even have to spare a look out to the front of the store for him to understand Esme’s body language, or the implicit warning therein.

[color=a0410d]“Spy movie bullshit,”[/color] he grumbled under his breath. [color=a0410d]“This has nothing to do with me. Sami and I have said fifty words to each other in our lives. Everyone brought flash drives with their laptops, too.”[/color]

He discreetly popped open the pack of strawberry gum and started to chew a piece over. Sure enough, the immediate rush of sugar, as well as the mechanical motions that came with chewing, started to calm the tongues of flame, licking away at his temper.

[color=a0410d]”What is on it--? No. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know, I don’t care, if it isn’t cars it is not my business. You know that. Tell him that, too.”[/color]

Rolling her eyes, Esme turned to him, dropping the suggestive act that she was known for, and coldly glared at him, [color=#bd33a4]“It is your business if something happens to [i]that[/i]—”[/color] she pointed to AJ, before snapping her gum, [color=#bd33a4]“—boy over there. Or his friends. This was pure coincidence. I saw you pull up here and thought I’d relay a message. I’m not paid to hurt you, I’m paid to protect you, but as far as Hyde knows, we both want the same thing.”[/color] 

She shook her head in annoyance, knowing it was getting around the time where her impatient driver would start thinking she was up to something (which she was). [color=#bd33a4]“Now, make sure you’re all out of your rooms at eleven tonight. I doubt your friend has it in his luggage, he isn’t dumb. Then, meet me at the pool at 5:30 am. If you’re not there, expect us to follow you, this whole trip. Got it?”[/color] This wasn’t a request, this was a demand and Aleks would know just by the way she looked at him that this was serious and not a child’s game of tag or cat and mouse. 

[color=a0410d]“My big sister, looking out for me,”[/color] Aleks grumbled quietly, letting out the same impatient exhale he had earlier at Val’s antics. This trip had been cursed from the start. He should have just listened to Chloe and gone to fucking Tokyo or Thailand, but noooo. He had wanted to see America. Cursed, empty fucking America. Cheap, tacky [i]fucking[/i] America. He would have been better off doing a tour of the country’s fucking Wal-Marts. He took another deep breath and finally relented, [color=a0410d]“...Maybe. I’ll see what I can do. Do you have a burner?”[/color]

[color=#bd33a4]“Duh.”[/color] Just when she was going to slip it to him, AJ poked his head and she pretended to trip, dropping it with all her snacks in her basket. [color=#bd33a4]“Oh rats. Clumsy me.”[/color] 

[color=ff4500]“Wild cherry is SO MUCH better! Hey Chris! Look. Told you she’s hot.”[/color] AJ watched her bend over as she scrambled to pick her things back up. Instead of a verbal reply, Chris followed AJ’s gaze and nodded in appreciation.

Aleks was crouched on the ground next to her, putting his gum and the phone in the pockets of the burnt leather jacket that had once belonged to AJ Tyler before Aleks had lit it aflame. He helped gather up a few of the snacks and placed them in her basket, springing to his full height of six feet again with a fluid motion, starting from the knees and stretching up.

[color=a0410d]“You’re braver than I am, wearing heels in a 7-11,”[/color] Aleks joked, in the playful, polite tone he normally used. [color=a0410d]“Have a good day, alright? Try Converse next time you shop. They’re chic again. And you keep your balance easier..”[/color]

[color=#bd33a4]“Not a chance, Leksi.”[/color] She grinned up at him and then went back to pretending that they were strangers. Standing up, with her high red stiletto heels, she thanked him and then walked away. When she was certain the other two were distracted, she dropped the basket on the floor, only taking the gum and quickly went through the register. Once the exchange was done, she hurriedly went back to the car. From the glass door, it could be seen that the man she was with was annoyed that all she bought was gum for how long she was in there. Impishly innocent, she shrugged and gestured to her watch. With that, they drove off. The coast was clear. 

[color=5C6F8E]“Leksi, huh?”[/color] Chris raised an eyebrow at the russian. It was impressive how quickly he could hit on total strangers. They were there, what, five minutes? And suddenly he’s getting new pet names. [color=5C6F8E]“Should we be expecting her to stop by in the dark of the night or what?”[/color]’

[color=a0410d]”I am sorry I have such a way with people,”[/color] Aleks deadpanned, chewing his gum innocently.

[color=ff4500]“Cosmos! Valentine! I’m ready to bounce.”[/color] AJ was already by the cash register piling the counter with all the bad goodies he decided was best to get for his suite. 

You know who gave out the best nicknames? 

HE DID. 
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