Las Vegas, NV

The smell of cigarettes and cannabis enveloped them as they entered the casino at the Monte Carlo. Khalid made a face at the potent smell. Micah's mouth dropped a bit open as he saw the beaming lights of the casino games. Percy was ready to get down with one of the alluring waitresses in one of the best suites at the Monte Carlo. Scott's eyebrows furrowed in either confusion or awkwardness. The quartet smoothly strutted in looking like a diverse group of James Bond cosplayers. Khalid nodded at the other three, as a signal to stick together. They make a pact to avoid anything sketchy looking, because even though this was the Monte Carlo, you never knew what could happen.

And so their night began.
"Gentlemen, a toast." Percy announced as he raised his glass of whiskey in the air. The others did the same.
"Tonight, we celebrate the end of another amazing adventure, planned quite poorly, but in the end, we came here to have a good time, and we FUCKIN' DID!"
The four glasses clinked together as they 'hell yeah'd in unity.
"Now, here comes the real shit," Khalid warned. "We shouldn't get too drunk, or too high, because one of us is gonna have to drive."
Scott walked over to Khalid, and patted him on the back. "Khalid," he sighed. "We all know you're gonna be the sober one."
Micah and Percy nodded in agreement as they sipped their whiskey. "You're the mom friend, Khalid." Percy said.
"I know, I mean I might get a little bit high, but sober enough to drive." Khalid explained to them. He had a really high tolerance, so they'd get back to the hotel safely.
"Alright, guys! Who's ready to make some money?" Micah excitedly shouted.
"HELL YEAH!" The other three screamed out in unity. They split up into two groups of two, and went to the slot machines of their choice.
Khalid and Scott, the oh-so-old fashioned ones, chose to start off with the slot machines with the ClipArt cherries, the number seven, and a black rectangular box with the word 'BAR' written in the middle. While Micah and Percy--the more competitive ones-- decided to play a game of Blackjack.
The night was going well, of course, they lost and gained some money, but around 11pm, they decided it was time to get to one of the best strip clubs in Las Vegas--Crazy Horse III--and end the best night of their lives with a lap dance.
They drove Mojave Sandra to the strip club, and spent at least 10 minutes trying to find a parking spot. Even for a Monday night, this place was pretty crazy. Once they finally found a spot, they parked dear old Sandra, and emerged out of the car as if they were models, or in a James Bond movie.
They walked into the strip club, and were immediately blinded by the flashing lights of the stages where adult entertainers were performing quite scantily clad. Khalid looked at this one girl--well, dancer-- in particular with awe, the good type of awe.  She was wearing a shiny, silver embellished thong and a diamond  sequined bra. Her skin was a light sand shade, which complemented her vivid strawberry blonde hair. She gave off a very sensual vibe from where Khalid was standing. He walked towards her stage,  periodically forgetting that his friends were behind at another stage where an equally attractive adult entertainer was dancing as well with her bra off. Percy parted from the remaining two as his senses led him towards the sexiest woman he'd ever seen. She was even hotter than his ex-girlfriend, who was very well endowed.
The last two men standing were tempted to leave each other, but Micah and Scott knew that they were either gonna get lost, or super wasted. So they decided to stick together, leaving Khalid and Percy to their own devices. They watched the dancer spin around the pole sensually, slowly revealing more skin as the men sitting in front threw one dollar bills at her stage. Micah stared at the dancer in wonder, but you can't blame him, since her upper body strength was better than Percy's, who lifted one hundred pounds every other day and still, could not lift himself up onto a pole. Scott pursed his lips in uncomfort. He was not used to such debauchery, even though they were in Vegas, he preferred sightseeing as opposed to "sightseeing".

As Percy watched the dancer's performance come to an end, she made eye contact with him and motioned him to follow her with a swift motion of her hips. He strutted towards her, as inconspicuously as he possibly could, looking around to see if any of his friends were within a two foot radius of him--thankfully, they weren't--and so he made a beeline towards the provocative adult entertainer.

The dancer Khalid had been watching was making some serious eye contact with him, he couldn't tell whether it was a sign or not, but he moved closer to the stage. The dancer made immediate eye contact with him, and he was standing less than a foot away from her. Khalid lit up his joint and gave her a flirtatious look. As he inhaled the smoke, he deeply thought about what he was doing. Was it morally okay? Was it legal? Was it even sanitary? He was pretty sure the answer to all of his questions were whispered as he exhaled the smoke--yes--since, after all, they were in Sin City. After her performance ended, she threw him a sultry look, almost as if she were beckoning him to follow her. And so he did. She led him to a room, lit up with only a bright fireplace, which gave the room a little bit of a love-making ambiance. She lightly took a hold of his hand, and guided him to a velvet loveseat, where she sat him down. She undressed herself, revealing a goddess-like body, glowing and shimmering in the warmth of the fireplace. Khalid looked at her in admiration. Never had a woman undressed so smoothly in front of him before, and now, he was sitting in front of a naked woman, who was staring at him with a lustful look in her eyes. Well, she was looking at 'little Khalid', who was up and ready at attention. She lightly chuckled as she began strutting towards him, her every step light as a feather. He didn't know what to do, but he knew that this was bound to happen. He laid back slowly and relaxed while she straddled him gently.

Meanwhile, Percy was getting the same treatment from another dancer, and he was enjoying every bit of it. He knew exactly what to do--since this wasn't his first rodeo, after all--unlike Khalid. He just sat on the plush, velvet loveseat and tried his best not to let Blue Steel make a surprise appearance.

The whole time Khalid and Percy were in separate rooms with their respective dancers, Scott and Micah had made their way to the bar, where the bartender was telling them a story about the time someone came in with a live chicken and threw it on one of the dancers' stage. Micah found it humorous for the sole reason that the whole floor had to be evacuated so they could get the chicken out of the club. Scott was the most relaxed he had ever been, with a Roman Holiday cocktail in hand, and chilling out at the bar with the most wonderful bartender he had ever met.

After the clock struck one in the morning, Khalid and Percy had met up with Micah and Scott at the bar and they had all mutually decided to leave the strip club.
"So, guys, how was your night?" Scott queried Percy and Khalid, he sounded quite slurred, but only because he was a lightweight and a Roman Holiday cocktail wasn't exactly the best choice.
"I still have a raging boner, and from the looks of it, so does Khalid." Percy snickered out.
Khalid whacked him on the arm in annoyance. He chuckled in glee though, as he gladly remembered what the dancer did to him in that room. He flushed a shade of strawberry at the provocative thoughts he was having. Thankfully, Percy was driving, since he was the most sober one out of the whole group, surprisingly enough. Khalid had smoked the only joint he had, which was a pretty powerful strain. Micah had one too many gin and tonics, so he was pretty wasted as well. For once, Percy was the responsible, and partially clear-headed one of the four. Khalid looked at Percy, his eyes redder than a maraschino cherry, he was about to say something to him, but his train of thought had left the station. Percy shook his head in disbelief, relishing the first and most likely, the last time that he would be the only sober one in a car full of his blasted friends.
They pulled into the hotel parking lot and stumbled out of the car. All of them were pretty tired, and only three out of four men were wasted. Percy locked the car door and Micah, Scott and Khalid bumbled back to the hotel room, trying their best not to look too drunk since the receptionist was still at the front desk. Percy unlocked the door to their room, and headed straight to the bathroom to do 'things'.  Khalid stripped off his tuxedo, while Micah and Scott followed suit. They left all of their clothes on the floor, because thankfully, their flight didn't leave until 5pm, so they had time to go out for a hangover brunch and take multiple naps. Scott and Percy lept into the warmth of the bed they were sharing, and passed out immediately. Khalid took a large gulp of the overpriced water that the hotel had provided, and gently fell asleep. Micah, as per usual, was the last person to fall asleep. He was sitting on the right side of the bed, reading 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas' by Hunter S. Thompson in the dim light of the bedside lamp. He got through about half a chapter before he crashed into a deep slumber.