Ch 5 Las Vegas Novels & Stories

"I'll do whatever it takes. You should do the same" "Let's start with the equipment. I'll get you headphones and gloves" Colton ignored the anger he felt upon hearing those words. He had to ignore it. And then the man walked away from Blair, leaving her alone for a few minutes. * The most luxurious cities in the United States were known for keeping busy lives and large amounts of money moving. It was no different in Las Vegas. The casinos, even on Monday mornings, were open to voracious customers. There was no time to be wasted in Vegas.

He gave her an amused look. Iris looked flustered. “Why? Is it a desert?” He dipped his chin in a nod. “Well, sort of desert, but it’s a sinner’s paradise, a major hub around here. Can you guess the place?” Iris chewed her lip as she considered the hints – desert, sinner’s paradise, hub. “I see. Well, Nevada is a desert if we’re heading there. And Vegas is Sin City. So are we off to Las Vegas?”

Between spending another night dwelling on her issues with Mason and the potential problems of being seen with Damon, or dancing until her body ached in a questionable nightclub, perhaps the second option was better. "Alright, then. Let's go to the nightclub's grand opening," Arabella closed her notebook. "I will swing by home and change before." Why would anyone be in Las Vegas if not to indulge in the best the sin city had to offer? What the books recounted, what the movies showed, what people saw... none of it represented Vegas as well as the Casinos, the nightclubs, and the dirty money. The city of sin, indeed, was not for amateurs. A few hours later, the women were leaving Arabella's ho

“That explains how everyone knew who we were. I never expected that kind of reception for a couple of radio personalities. Especially here where mega stars are common place.” “Enjoy it while you can,” he said. “I guess.” Jenny stared out the window as they drove past the old strip on their way to the more modern Las Vegas. The small desert town of the past was now sprawling with huge hotels, each new addition, bigger, better and flashier than the one before promising riches to the lucky few who hit the right number, played the right slot machine, or drew the right card. It was a place to play, to try your luck and experience the lights, colors and excitement twenty four hours a day. The adul

"In seeing how my wife loosens up, after all, what's the worst that could happen?" I didn't know it until that moment, but things were about to get out of control. I just got her out of the place to take her to a chocolate tasting on the High Roller Ferris wheel. With its impressive 550 feet in height, the Ferris wheel allowed us to enjoy an admirable view of The Strip and much of Las Vegas.

Gwen was aware that she gave off the appearance of being a tourist, but she couldn't help but stare as Phil led the way toward one of the casinos. She was aware of Las Vegas and had seen images of it on the internet, on television, and in movies; yet, she was blown away by the city itself. The roads were clogged with motor vehicles, cabs, campers, and recreational vehicles; the sidewalks were packed with people, many of whom were inebriated, and everyone seemed to be enjoying the time of their life. She saw everyone from men and women dressed in flip-flops and shorts to guys in ties and suits, women in dresses and heels, and everything in between. She also saw everything in between.

I said as one corner of my lips curled into a wicked smile. He laughed. The light turned green and, a short time later, we were driving down the Las Vegas strip. Adrenaline filled my body as the bright neon lights of every color adorning the casinos and clubs bombarded us. We passed the famous Caesar’s Palace, illuminated purple and white; the tall, black glass pyramid of the Luxar; the lovely castle façade of the Excalibur, beautifully illuminated in various neon colors and more.

"I've wanted to eat Robuchon's food forever." "I've only been here twice," I said. "I came with high expectations. And it blew them away both times." "Well, thank you," she said. "You are just a big softie. Making my dreams come true and all." We laughed. The limo pulled up to the private entrance off of MGM Road, just east of Las Vegas Boulevard. The gate opened, and we stopped under a portecochier. We were greeted by a stunning woman in a shimmering kimono, who greeted us as Mr. and Mrs. Cameron and escorted us through the Mansion. It was the epitome of Vegas' sumptuousness. The small gaming rooms were sparsely populated and quiet, largely occupied by extremely serious, high-stakes Asian p

“You’re hiding an entire personality under those boring shirts.” He leaned against the wall, clearly unimpressed. “Are we leaving or are you still conducting a physical inspection?” I grabbed my purse. “We’re leaving.” — — — Las Vegas at night was exactly what I expected. Bright lights, loud music and bad decisions. The club was already packed when we arrived, the music shaking the floor while lights flashed across the dance floor. I ordered drinks. Elion tried to refuse but I ordered two anyway. “You don’t drink?” I asked.

¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ Thankfully, Reagan drove her car to the cabin so we gassed up the car and we were off to Vegas, thankfully we didn't stay too far away, the drive took us a total of about four hours. I understand why some people refer to this place as the city that never sleeps, I mean it's about eleven at night when we arrive and it looks like the city is just starting to get into the groove if you know what I mean. “Where are we going to find a chapel?” Reagan asks me. “I'm sure there's one around here, I mean apart from the gambling, shot gun weddings is what this place is known for.” I tell her. “Yeah.” She says as she looks out the window.