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Las Vegas

                          Wry's POV
            I yawn from exhaustion, stretching my arms above my head. The crew had already dropped off our suitcases at our hotel, so all we do now is wander around. As we walk out the hotel's front turning door, I spot a familiar face. "James (Sensei, for some crew members who have forgotten)! You actually came, holy crap!", I exclaim, running towards him. He'd chuckle at me before shrugging. "Didn't want your ticket to go to waste.", he responds in a small tone. The rest of the crew walks up to him from behind me. "What's up?", they all say at the same time. The boys all burst out laughing, giving each other high fives and fist bumps. I cringe, Boys..., I thought. I clap my hands once, drawing me their attention. "I'll be going off on my own! So you guys don't have to deal with my shopping spree.", I spoke with a small smile. They all rose their eyebrows at me, John being the first to speak. "Are you retarded enough to actually think we'll let you wander off on your own?? 'Cause it seems so!", he grunts. I fake a gasp, "You said I am retarded!". He immediately raises both hands up and apologizes. I laugh, to which I earn a smack in the head as a response from him. "Alright! Fine. Let's go together.", I say in a cheerful tone.
                          -Time Skip-
I was looking down at my new outfit, a red skirt with a white blouse, while the others were following. They were talking about how they lived back in Pacifico, to which I chuckle at. We all used to live at Pacifico and met somewhere near the beach. I spot a large mall ahead, causing me to burst out running. "Wait!", the crew yells, running to catch up with me. I soon lose them without noticing till I was deep inside the mall. "Ah crap..", I mutter, scratching the back of my head. I walk out the mall, ending up near an alleyway. A group of men walk my way, causing me to react with instinct. Walk away, fast. I do so, but end up getting cornered in another alleyway. "Ah shi-", I get cut off by being pushed into a wall. The stranger applies pressure to my back, so I wouldn't thrash so much. I feel tears prickling my eyes as I feel a hand run up my leg, stopping at the middle of my thigh. I manage to hook my leg onto his, pulling to make him fall. Which works. I dash the hell out of there, snapping out my phone and calling John. "Where the fuck are you?!", he angrily yells. "I'm running back to the hotel!", I cry, sniffling in a few seconds. There is silence for a solid minute, then he spoke up. "We'll meet you back at the hotel then.". I hang up and focus on running. After 10 minutes, I reach the hotel, panting from wasting so much stamina. The guys jog over to me, worried looks on their faces. John grabs my arm, yanking me up to look at him. "Why the hell are you crying?", he mutters. I talk in bits, due to my ragged breathing. "Se...ually...har...ssed...". John's expression hardens, so does James'. Scary...I thought. John asks about how they look and what was our 20 (location). After a few minutes of describing, they drive off looking for the men. The rest of the crew comforts me, while we wait for the two's return. It only took 15 minutes for them to come back. They looked proud and unharmed. "We got them!", John grins. We all sighed in relief, me being the first. Now I know not to run off by myself.. We all went off to go eat at some fancy restaurant, me being the one to pay. We also planned where else to go, which we choose Italy to visit Soro's. We all loved that restaurant, since that was where we always went out to eat as a whole crew. I'll have to pay for this too. Oh well, right?