Ch 5 Las Vegas Novels & Stories

To do this, they'd consulted a battered travel brochure lying around the apartment laundry room. Fortunately, Calix hadn't insisted on trying extreme sports like skydiving and ziplining, even though he was in charge of their tours. So far they'd seen the Viva Vision light show at Fremont Street, walked the Old Spanish Trail Park at Clark County, tasted craft beers at Banger Brewing, and played fancy in a yacht charter at The Westin Lake Resort. They'd also mistakenly joined a portrait painting session at MGM, which made Calix want to try out painting. The materials they'd hoarded were still at Unit 14, gathering dust.

Denise screamed one more time, earning chuckles from the rest of us ,before turning her face towards Bani who was sitting between her and Nikhil"Did you hear that Bani? We are fucking going to LáBlanca! Oh god ,I've been wanting to go there like....since forever" And it was the truth. From what I know Dom LáBlanca was thee absolute club in the whole of Las Vegas. It was something like a five-star night/Casino club and Denise was obsessed with it. For as long as I could remember, she has been dying to go there. She had even putted it on her bucket list. Unsurprisingly, it was the first entry. And now that her wish was finally coming true, the excitement on her face was unmeasurable.

what happened while you were in Las Vegas. First of all after the gig you haven't been sober since. You entered one of the best casinos in town and then you chained rounds of alcohol like never before! And you told me that you felt too rich for a 23-year-old! You've decided to spend $1 million just for this weekend. You got yourself a Streep-tease with girls dressed up as policemen who were pretty good dancers by the way. You jumped off a cliff naked. Then after you went to play in the wheel of fortune and you won 2 million dollars you were very angry because all things considered you didn't spend anything at all of the 1 million dollars on the contrary you even have 1 million profits. You'v

Where had Leona taken them? “This, sweet, sweet Livi,” Leona grins. “Is sin city.” “I-“ Liviana shakes her head. “What?” She asks, looking at Violet, who sighs. “We’re in Las Vegas,” she tells. “Nevada,” Nadia adds. “Like I said- Sin City.” Leo claps. “AKA, the place where you’re going to have the best time of your life. I’m gonna make sure of that, like my life depends on it.”

Alex’s POV I hate Vegas but somehow I am always in the heart of the city for one business meeting or the other. The thing about Vegas is, it always smells like desperation. Cheap perfume, stale whiskey, and the electric hum of bad decisions waiting to happen. I should be used to it by now, from the relentless noise, the synthetic glitz, the way time folds in on itself when you’re drowning in too many flashing lights down to the hollow promises. But here I am again, standing in a room full of overeager tech bros and recycled sales pitches, nursing a drink I don’t want and counting the hours until I can get the hell out of here. All while keeping a neutral face of course

I questioned, Lola and Ben. "Get married duh!" Jason remarked sarcastically. Why am I not at all surprised by what he just said. I rolled my eyes. "I'm being really serious Jason." I responded in a serious tone. "I'm also being serious." he countered. "What does marriage have to do with Las Vegas?" I asked Jason. "A lot of people get married at Elvis chapel, Las Vegas is known for the amount of weddings that take place there." he explained.

Lucien's POV The view from the penthouse of the Thorne Tower was supposed to be the ultimate prize, but tonight, the sprawling lights of the Las Vegas Strip just looked like a circuit board I’d already mastered. I leaned back in my leather chair, the amber liquid in my glass catching the glow of the city. I had spent a decade carving my name into the marrow of this desert. I had crushed the syndicates, bought the politicians, and silenced the dissenters. Now, there was nothing left but the quiet.

Prologue: Neon Veins Zacian POV The penthouse perched like a crown atop the Bellagio, its glass walls framing the Vegas sprawl below. It was a glittering beast pulsing with stolen light. I stood at the edge, hands braced on the cool rail, feeling the city's heartbeat thrumming up through the soles of my polished loafers. Neon veins snaked through the dark, marking the Strip's eternal carnival, a river of vice where fortunes flipped like cards in a rigged deck.

Warning SPG Rated 18+ Drunk or not, Catherine knew she was being unreasonable and crazy enough to say "marry me now," especially here in Las Vegas. She knew she wasn't thinking clearly when she said "yes" to the hotty. What could go wrong? She once read that Vegas was a popular wedding spot, and for very good reasons: iconic chapels, speedy marriage licenses, and out-of-this-world venues. Whether your heart was set on a minimum of ten people or less, a micro wedding, or like now, they were planning a stupid one-time game of elopement, there was a Vegas ceremony with their name on it.

Rosalynn's POV. “Miss, are you sure that you want to come down here?” “Miss!” It wasn't until Alex called for the second time that I snapped out of the thoughts enveloping me. I glanced across the street at the most famous bar in the city. It was not yet dark, but the bar had turned on its bright electric lights, making it extremely prominent on the street. A large crowd of people continuously flowed in and out freely. Because this was Las Vegas, all business activities like bars, and casinos were normalized.