From Gluttony...
"Anything worth doing," Kane Geary intoned, gulping down a glowing green shot that looked radioactive, "is worth overdoing."
"Thanks for the wisdom, O Wise One." Adam Morgan pressed his hands together and gave Kane an exaggerated bow. "What did I ever do without you to guide me through the mysteries of the universe?"
"Less sarcasm." Kane clinked his shot glass against the half-full pitcher of beer. "More drinking."
It was nearly midnight, and the bar was packed. To their left, a whale-size cowboy in a ten-gallon hat tucked hundred-dollar bills down the cleavage of a harem of spangled showgirls half his age. Against the back wall, a table of white-jumpsuit-clad Elvis impersonators argued loudly about whether The Ed Sullivan Show hip swivel properly began with a swing to the left or the right. The bartender, who wore a gold bikini and a cupcake-size hair bun over each ear, would have been the spitting image of Princess Leia--were he not a man. The walls were lined with red velvet and the ceiling covered with mirrors.
Welcome to Vegas.
Adam felt like he'd set foot on an alien planet; Kane, on the other hand, had obviously come home.
"Where do you think Harper and Miranda are?" Adam asked, nursing his beer.
Kane rolled his eyes and spread his arms wide. "Morgan. Dude. Focus. Look around you. This is nirvana. Who the hell cares where the girls are?"
"If they got stuck somewhere--"
"They'll be fine. You're the one I'm worried about." Kane clapped him on the back. "You need another drink, kid. You've got to loosen up."
Adam shook his head. "No more. It's late. And I'm--
"Lame. Very lame." Kane grabbed Adam's glass and downed the remaining beer in a single gulp. Then he filled it back up to the brim and slammed it down in front of Adam. "But we'll fix that."
"Oh, will we?" Adam asked dryly.
"Adam, my doubting disciple, if there's one thing you learn from me tonight, let it be this." He was silent for a long moment, and Adam began to wonder whether all that beer sloshing around in his brain had swept away his train of thought.
"Yes?" Adam finally said.
Kane leaned across the table, the better to wheeze his sour breath into Adam's face. "This is Vegas, baby." His voice was hushed, almost reverential. "America's Playground. City of Lights. Sin City." He leaned in even closer, as if to whisper a crucial secret. "This is Vegas, baby!" Adam recoiled as Kane let loose an ear-piercing whoop. "Live it up!" |
