Your head snaps quickly back towards the far wall just in time to see the hardwood floor racing towards your head. As your body slams the stage the realization that the liter of Patron so quick, so good, was way over the top...
"Dammit Clariss....." (Fade to black... )
(Fade to light..) you are sprawled face down in bed. What appears to be blue paint stains the sheets and most of your face. WTF happened... Where am I? Am I missing a tooth? How'd I get this "Darlene Forever" tattoo across my chest?
God, it feels like I just slept for an hour, yet it's getting dark again. Have I been laying here for 10 hours? And what's with the goat?!? The mime in the armchair isn't saying a thing, I wonder if he has something to do with the paint.
Where the hell is Darlene?!? (Thinking, "Damm this is a big room... Who's paying for this?" Why is it I care about Darlene?
) it's then the doorbell rings and the pounding on the door starts, the Mime looks startled. The goat is panicking. "Dammit, where's my Elvis pants?. The door bursts open and ...
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Adding to this story is easy if you just recall your last trip to Vegas, Hong Kong, Manila, Dallas, Rio, Atlantic City or Tokyo.