🍆💕The book of DaveSport💕🍊

Vegas Lights

Jacks POV

After the incident at the hotel, we got back on the road later in the morning. Dave seemed to already be feeling a lot better, which was good. It didn't take much longer for us to arrive in Vegas, there was even daylight outside still! We booked a hotel there for the week. The hotels in Vegas were much nicer than that other trashy roadside place. We even have a TV now! But once again, only one bed. Of course. I did it once and I can do it again, I suppose. We settled in for most of the day, just relaxing, waiting for the right time to get to the fun shit. 

Then night fell. Dave and I looked at each other and nodded. Time for the fun shit. At least, y'know, after we get into cleaner clothes that are actually suited for going out. For the first night, we dressed rather casually. I wore a light orange sweater while Dave wore a dark purple hoodie. It was a weirdly cold night, we both knew. Not even Dave was going to wear anything particularly flashy when it was that cold.

We decided to head over to the nearby bar. It was pretty large and was connected to a strip club. Dave and I hung out at the bar for a while, with plenty of drinks all around. We were both getting pretty drunk, but not quite blackout drunk. Dave had wandered somewhere near the strip club, and I somehow managed to stumble outside. I don't even remember how, honestly. The neon signs and Vegas lights were so pretty at this time of night, though. Then I heard something in the ally next to where I was standing. I turned my head and moved to look in, thinking it was just a stray animal or something. Then I was suddenly yanked in by my arm.  I tried to yell, but someone covered my mouth quickly with their hand. I figured it was just some asshole drunk and tried to wriggle myself free, but they were surprisingly stronger than me. I was slowly getting pulled to the back of the alley, the bright neon lights getting farther away, and everything getting darker. Everything is suddenly scary as shit. Am I about to get fucking murdered in a coke and piss-drenched Vegas alleyway? At least it's a hell of a way to go... someone please tell Dave I loved him at my funeral if I get one.

Dave's POV

Sportsy and I were hanging out by the bar for quite a while, and when the 60 bottles of alcohol started to kick in I wandered over to the strip club to piss some people off and cause some mayhem. I honestly thought he was following, but after a few minutes, I realized he wasn't behind me. I turned my head to look around me, and he wasn't nearby. Weird. I stumbled around the bar for a bit looking around for him, but I couldn't find him. It was kind of worrying. I figured after a while he wasn't here anymore. I didn't think he'd be the type to just up and leave me here, right? He would at least come and tell me if he were going back to the hotel. 

I decided to head outside, maybe he blacked out and wandered off somewhere. Heading out the doors I looked around again... No sign of him still. These neon lights are pretty though. So bright and colorful... What was I doing again? Oh yeah, looking for Old Sport! I noticed there was an alleyway next to the bar, so I decided to step in. It was pretty dark, I may not have been able to see if it weren't for the signs behind me shining multicolored light. I saw a large shape huddled over something at the end of the alley, but it didn't look Sportsy sized. I decided to call out for him anyway in case he was there. 

"Sportsy?" And then the figure stood up. He was tall and muscular, but very unkempt. When he stood he almost lost balance and wobbled. Definitely some drunk homeless guy. Then I looked at what he was previously huddling over. I couldn't see the details, but I knew who it was. There was only one Tangerine colored man in the entirety of Vegas, and honestly probably the world... And he was laying on the ground, unconscious. This drunk bastard hurt my Sportsy. The guy was also holding some of Sportsy's things, like his phone and some of the cash we were using to buy the drinks, but that of course wasn't the most important of details. The guy of course saw me as a witness, so he was wanting to fight as soon as he saw me. He may be stronger than me, but I've got something he definitely doesn't have. A shiny, brand-new knife. I told you you never know when you need to stab a fucker. Do you really think I wouldn't bring it with me? I started to approach, taking the knife out of my pocket. 

"Oh, you poor drunken mother fucker..." The guy started to back up, probably realizing he's gotten himself into some REALLY deep shit. 

"You picked the wrong fuckin people to rob."