When in Sin City ;; Phil Wenneck

Eleven: Tasers in Vegas

Phil shoved quarters into the phone booth as an officer with a bunch of elementary kids following him, "After we take the mug shots, we bring them down here, where they wait to be interviewed by the arresting officer." The cop explained, pointing to the booth in where Stu, Alan and Victoria sat. "Trust me kids, you do not wanna be sitting on these benches. We call this place loserville." the officer laughs, "Alright, follow me."

A fat blonde kid walks up to Alan, digging him phone out of his pocket, he snaps a picture of Alan, "Wow, you just gonna let him do that, Alan?" Victoria questions, bored out of her mind. Alan shakes his head, lifting his foot and kicking the kids phone out of his hand.

"Do you really have to encourage him like that?" Stu asks Victoria, disapproving of her antics.

She rolled her eyes, "Stu we're about to go to jail for like two years. I'm gonna be stuck in a fucking prison, having to fuck some big bitch to survive." She half-joked.

"Hey! Tracy! It's Phil!" Phil spoke into the phone, doing his best to not sound suspicious. "We are at the spa, at the hotel." he laughed, "Of course, Doug is around. Why, why wouldn't he be?" he paused to let Tracy speak, "We made a deal, no talking to girlfriends, or wives so we're calling each others."

Victoria rolled his eyes, "I hope Doug isn't lying in a ditch right now, dead."

Stu looked at her in horror, "Why? Why would you say that?" he panicked.

Victoria chuckled, "Come on, it's a very real possibility that the city is dragging his body out of a lake or the city morgue is looking at his pale, dead body. It's Vegas. Anything could happen." she finished, looking at Phil.

"Hey just because you're sad, and horny does not mean we get to give up on Doug. He is very much alive. I know it." Stu retorts, trying to cross his arms over his chest but stopping, remembering they were all handcuffed together.

"Excuse you I am not sad, and horny." Victoria huffed, glaring at Stu, "I am simply, waiting for death."

"Wenneck, Price, Garner, Antos. Room 3." An officer yelled down the hall. Victoria groaned, standing up.

"Okay, Trace, I gotta go. We'll talk later." Phil quickly hung up, and the four of them tangled in handcuffs walked down the hall.

They sat in an interrogation room, the lady cop from before staring at them all. Finally, the male cop came in, "Gentlemen and, lady. We got some good news, we got some bad news." he said, throwing a file onto the table. Victoria rubbed her wrists, sore from the handcuffs. "The good news is we found your Mercedes."

Phil laughed in relief, "That's great." Stu cheered.

Victoria shrugged, "Hm just one less place Doug is." She blandly said, watching as Phil and Stu give her a 'what is wrong with you' look.

"Yeah, anyway it's over at impound right now. We picked it up at 5am this morning, parked in the middle of Las Vegas Boulevard." the cop continued.

Everyone looked around at each other, "Huh, in the middle. Thats weird." Phil mumbled awkwardly.

The cop rolled his eyes, "Yeah, that is weird. There's also a note. It says uh, 'couldn't find a meter, but heres 4 bucks." the cop tossed the note down to Phil.

Victoria leaned over, "Oh, yeah that's Phils handwriting. Better arrest him. Have fun being someones bitch in prison." she confirmed. Phil's mouth gaped open, his eyes narrowing at Victoria.

The cops laughed, "Hah, that was funny but you'll have to wait to be somebodies bitch, pretty boy. That's the bad news, we can't get you in front of a judge until Monday morning."