Joes Monologue Part 2
Oh my god I am in Vegas this is so unbelievable. I slapped myself, I had always planned to come here for my stag night with the boys and that, god I hope there okay. That reminded me of Sara. She always worried when I did not keep in touch. I had lost my phone and I have never been good with stupid numbers. I am stinking felt so embarrassed being somewhere so classy looking so trampy. This camp dude was creeping me out as well.
We stepped through the entrance of the hotel, it was magnificent Cesars Palace the one and only. Fuck me it was lush, very expensive I bet to there was no way I could have stayed there. I thought this is total madness. I was so hungry, my stomach was going proper wild, needed some much but didn’t want to ask that random guy to be honest. We approached a girl wearing blue denim short’s, she had short dark brown hair. She looked lush like not like a stripper. I would imagine. Dirty fake sluts come to mind. I now felt even more underdressed for the occasion.
I saw them talking about is; he said something like I just found this kid passed out don’t know what happened to him, can you look after him and she being the lovely girl she is said of course. I was sat twiddling my thumbs like a complete idiot. I did not have a clue what to say like.
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