because I refused to put up with his shit. He had always been very driven and his hard work has paid off for him nicely. Not only is he the youngest GM Caesars has on staff, he is constantly courted by rival casinos to revamp their resorts and work his magic like he has for Caesars.
“Looking mighty dapper, my friend. How have you been?” I ask as we both take a seat in the VIP lounge.
“I’m working too much and getting a shit-ton of tail. Life’s not too bad. Rumor has it that things are going pretty good for you too. How are things with you and your woman, Mr. Noncommittal?”
“Olivia will be moving in to my apartment in a month or so. So…yeah, things are good. I look forward to making you jealous the next time you’re out my way.”
“Moving in, huh? Already? No shit! Well, maybe I’ll meet her at your wedding, huh?” Scott laughs while pushing my leg with his hand.
I don’t laugh and instead look at my empty glass and rattle the ice cubes melting inside it. Why does everyone think I’m getting married?
“Listen, about the room situation, I had a high-roller fly in last minute yesterday, so I wasn’t able to secure the Penthouse for you and your friends like I had hoped. However, I was able to get you suites in the upper levels of the Octavius Towers. I’ve also arranged for your room service and mini-fridges to be comped, so go crazy. When you need transportation, the resort’s limos are at your disposal.”
“Wow, Scott. I don’t know what to say! Thank you. I know the guys are going to be pretty stoked with all of that,” I smile wide. It’s good to have friends in high places.
“I’m happy to do it. Just don’t go all ‘Hangover’ on me, all right?” Scott smirks. With that, he stands up and buttons his suit jacket. He digs into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone to silence an alert.
“I’ve got a meeting across the property in ten minutes, so I need to head out. If you find time between all the debauchery, let’s get together and catch up. You can tell me more about Olivia and I can fill you in on what you’ve been missing now that you’re off the market.”
I smile and roll my eyes. “I’ll give you a call. Thanks again for hooking me and my guys up, Scott. I really appreciate it.”
“Not a problem, Owen. It’s good to see you again. Enjoy your stay at the resort and call me if you need anything.”
“We’re still on for golf tomorrow, right?” I confirm.
“Yep. I have a thought on a little wager for our game.”
“We’re going to bet on the game? You may be too rich for my blood.”
“It’s Vegas, Owen! Everyone bets on everything!”
I nod in acknowledgment and thank him again. We say our goodbyes and moments later I’m lead to my suite that overlooks the Vegas strip.
Three hours later, me, Travis, Marc and three of Travis’s friends from Seattle, Todd, Alex and Jeremiah, have commandeered two tables at the Shadow Bar inside Caesars and the booze is already flowing. Black leather couches line the red walls and a plexiglas railing separates us from the floor below. It’s a perfect vantage for people watching. Women are dancing on poles scattered throughout the room and others are dancing seductively behind clouded glass panels with light reflected behind them. Their shadows are alluring and leave very little to the imagination. It’s a guys’ wet dream in here.
“What’s the plan for the night?” Todd asks as he wraps an arm around Travis’s neck. “We gonna get this guy fucked up or what?”
“No. No. No. I want to remember tonight and not spend all of tomorrow paying penance to the porcelain god. I’m all for having a good time, but Owen,” Travis commands, singling me out, “your job is to keep me out of jail.”
“No pressure there. Thanks buddy,” I reply.
It doesn’t take long for the bar to fill up with an abundance of beautiful women. I watch one woman meander around the bar wearing what can best be described as a
“Looking mighty dapper, my friend. How have you been?” I ask as we both take a seat in the VIP lounge.
“I’m working too much and getting a shit-ton of tail. Life’s not too bad. Rumor has it that things are going pretty good for you too. How are things with you and your woman, Mr. Noncommittal?”
“Olivia will be moving in to my apartment in a month or so. So…yeah, things are good. I look forward to making you jealous the next time you’re out my way.”
“Moving in, huh? Already? No shit! Well, maybe I’ll meet her at your wedding, huh?” Scott laughs while pushing my leg with his hand.
I don’t laugh and instead look at my empty glass and rattle the ice cubes melting inside it. Why does everyone think I’m getting married?
“Listen, about the room situation, I had a high-roller fly in last minute yesterday, so I wasn’t able to secure the Penthouse for you and your friends like I had hoped. However, I was able to get you suites in the upper levels of the Octavius Towers. I’ve also arranged for your room service and mini-fridges to be comped, so go crazy. When you need transportation, the resort’s limos are at your disposal.”
“Wow, Scott. I don’t know what to say! Thank you. I know the guys are going to be pretty stoked with all of that,” I smile wide. It’s good to have friends in high places.
“I’m happy to do it. Just don’t go all ‘Hangover’ on me, all right?” Scott smirks. With that, he stands up and buttons his suit jacket. He digs into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone to silence an alert.
“I’ve got a meeting across the property in ten minutes, so I need to head out. If you find time between all the debauchery, let’s get together and catch up. You can tell me more about Olivia and I can fill you in on what you’ve been missing now that you’re off the market.”
I smile and roll my eyes. “I’ll give you a call. Thanks again for hooking me and my guys up, Scott. I really appreciate it.”
“Not a problem, Owen. It’s good to see you again. Enjoy your stay at the resort and call me if you need anything.”
“We’re still on for golf tomorrow, right?” I confirm.
“Yep. I have a thought on a little wager for our game.”
“We’re going to bet on the game? You may be too rich for my blood.”
“It’s Vegas, Owen! Everyone bets on everything!”
I nod in acknowledgment and thank him again. We say our goodbyes and moments later I’m lead to my suite that overlooks the Vegas strip.
Three hours later, me, Travis, Marc and three of Travis’s friends from Seattle, Todd, Alex and Jeremiah, have commandeered two tables at the Shadow Bar inside Caesars and the booze is already flowing. Black leather couches line the red walls and a plexiglas railing separates us from the floor below. It’s a perfect vantage for people watching. Women are dancing on poles scattered throughout the room and others are dancing seductively behind clouded glass panels with light reflected behind them. Their shadows are alluring and leave very little to the imagination. It’s a guys’ wet dream in here.
“What’s the plan for the night?” Todd asks as he wraps an arm around Travis’s neck. “We gonna get this guy fucked up or what?”
“No. No. No. I want to remember tonight and not spend all of tomorrow paying penance to the porcelain god. I’m all for having a good time, but Owen,” Travis commands, singling me out, “your job is to keep me out of jail.”
“No pressure there. Thanks buddy,” I reply.
It doesn’t take long for the bar to fill up with an abundance of beautiful women. I watch one woman meander around the bar wearing what can best be described as a
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