"Here we are!" Ennard declared, pulling into the parking lot of a large casino. The words "Las Nevadas" were emblazoned on a sign over the doors.

"Everyone, it's time." I said to the gang as we stepped out of the car. "Time to get our revenge. This man took our Fre Shavoca Do, so we're going to take his life. We CANNOT afford to get distracted, we just need to go in, kill Quackity, and leave. That's it. No gambling, no drinking, no having fun."

"Awww, no fun?" Glitch whined. I sighed.

"Okay, we'll see about the fun thing. But we need to go! Come on, gang!" I shouted.

We all walked to the casino, looking up at its height. It was a massive building, much taller than the apartment buildings we passed. As we reached the door, a security man whose nameplate read "Homer" stepped in front of us.

"Are you all over the age of 21?" he asked suspiciously.

Techno and Ennard said 'yes', while me, Glitch, and Spongebob said no. Homer looked at us.

"You know what? Go on in." he said. "Don't tell anyone I let you in, though."

We all smiled and nodded at the incompetent dumbass as we entered the casino.

The moment we stepped inside, we were overwhelmed by the smell of smoke, the sound of slot machines and conversations, and the bright colors of our surroundings. Waiters walked by carrying drinks. Groups of friends were gathered around roulette tables and slot machines, hoping to win some money and have some fun.

"This place is sick!" Glitch exclaimed. "Wonder, are you sure we can't stay for a little bit?"

"You know what?" I was taken aback by the sight of this place, and couldn't find it in my heart to refuse their offer. "Yeah. Let's stay for a bit."

"I don't have a good feeling about this-" Techno tried to warn us, but was interrupted by Glitch.

"You guys want to get some drinks? There's a bar counter nearby." they informed us.

"Sure!" I replied.

We all walked over to the nearby bar, where two women were bartending, and sat down on the barstools. One of the women approached me, and I froze. She was literally the most beautiful person I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot of women in my lifetime. None of them even came close to the majesty that is this bartender. She was taller than I was, which was pretty darn tall (5'9), with a slim, hourglass figure that caused me to experience a bi attack. Her blue hair had been put up into a neat bun, and she wore an outfit similar to those of ballerinas. "Careless Whisper" began playing out of nowhere.

Send help.

"Uh-" I stammered. I wasn't sure how to interact with women. "Howdy!"

I already messed up.

"My most sincere apologies," I continued, trying to save myself. "my social awkwardness has returned. Uh- what's your name?"

The angel from heaven- I mean bartender- chuckled to herself. "No need to apologize, darling. My name is Ballora, and what's yours?"

Oh God, her voice...was all I could think. It was low, and smooth, with a slight hint of a Canadian accent, and all I could think about was what it would sound like if she sung. I'd probably faint on the spot, overdosed with simping. The only voice that rivaled hers was that of Techno, and I couldn't decide which voice I liked better. I could probably fall asleep to both.

I realized that I have yet to give her an answer, and quickly snapped out of my hazy thoughts.

"I'm Wonder," I stated my name for the fourth or fifth time today. I couldn't remember which, my mind was a haze of panic and fireworks, but I was able to raise and extend my hand for her to shake. "It's an honor to meet you."

Ballora raised an eyebrow. "Wonder...such a pretty name." she remarked, leaning forward and shaking my hand with her own.

Alright, let's stop for a moment. Why is everyone saying that the name 'Wonder' is pretty? It's just a random word from my Wattpad username- what exactly makes it pretty?!

I decided not to question it. I mean, I couldn't question it. My brain decided to stop working when our hands made contact. Chills ran up and down my spine as I shook hands with Ballora.

"So what brings you here to Las Nevadas?" Ballora asked.

"Well, we had originally come to find Quackity, the owner," I explained. "But I guess we have time for a few drinks, now that I think about it. He's not going anywhere."

"Wait- we're drinking?" Glitch interrupted, startled.

"You only live once, you know?" I told them. "Besides, everyone's doing underage drinking! Why not join them?" I turned back to Ballora. "What do you recommend?"

"Well-"

"We're pretty well known for making margaritas!" the other bartender almost shouted. I turned to her, and she extended her hand. "I'm Comet, by the way. Your name is pretty."

"Thanks," I said, shaking her hand. I didn't feel the same feelings when we made contact than I felt when I had with Ballora. "I'll take one."

"I'll have one as well!" Spongebob exclaimed.

"So will I," Glitch said. "You only live once."

"And the usual for you, Ennard?" Comet asked.

"Yeah, why not?" Ennard replied.

"This isn't smart..." Techno said, turning to me. "Don't you see what's happening here? They work for Quackity! They're gonna put something in our drink, I swear!"

"Come on, man, live a little!" I urged. "You can get a little drunk, it'll be fine!"

Techno sighed. "Fine. I'll have one. What's your wine selection here?"

Ballora thought for a moment. "Well, we have red, or...white."

Techno scoffed. "I'll take the red, whatever it is."

I smiled at him. "That's the spirit!"

Comet popped up from out of nowhere with three identical drinks.

"Here are your margaritas," she said, sliding them to me, Glitch, and Spongebob. She also produced a pint of some sort of beer, and handed it to Ennard. The thrill of doing underage drinking coursed through my veins, and I smiled at Glitch excitedly. Ballora handed Techno a glass of wine, which he took hesitantly. I raised my glass, and my friends did the same.

"To taking down the thief," I toasted.

"To taking down the thief." they echoed, and as one, we all drank our drinks.

It was the greatest drink I've ever consumed. I set down my glass and looked at my friends.

"Holy shit...it's..." I couldn't find the words to describe.

"Exactly..." Glitch looked the same way I felt.

Ennard finished his glass of beer and slid it back to Ballora. "You know the drill."

Ballora moved away to refill Ennard's beer. Meanwhile, Comet moved over to where Glitch was sitting, smirking.

"Roses are red," she started. "Violets are green. You be the George, and I'll be the Dream."

Glitch laughed at the awful pickup line. I shook my head in disbelief, before feeling a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see Technoblade looking at me, concerned.

"Something's wrong." he said. "They put something in our drinks, I know it. We need to leave now."

"Aww, loosen up, Tecchie..." My speech was extremely slurred, but I didn't think anything of it. "A few rounds of Texas Hold Em' ought to cheer you up. Come on!"

"But..." Techno tried to protest, but I was persistent. I stood up and ran off, headed to some poker table.

The next few minutes were a blur of flashing lights, crowds of people, and gambling. It was hard to make out some of the finer details. I vaguely remember meeting some dealer named Foxy, who further confirmed my bisexuality, but not nearly as much as Ballora had. We got some more drinks, and every time we went back to the bar, Comet and Glitch would openly flirt with each other. Even Techno gave in and ordered some more wine for himself.

The last thing I remember was hearing a song that I had never heard before. A loud, auto tuned voice was singing lyrics that were somewhat hard to make out.

"My aunt got lice, and she died..."

My vision got blurry all of a sudden, and I felt lightheaded. I sat down in a nearby chair.

"My uncle got lice and he died..."

I was drifting off. The fatigue of my adventure had finally gotten to me...or was it something else? Right before I passed out, I made a horrifying realization.

Techno had been right.

"My grandma got lice and she lived...but she lived a really licey life..."