first, but I did stop and take a minute to realize the amazing view of the city from this height.
Although Vegas was truly beautiful at night, there was something about all the concrete, glass, and steel in the middle of the desert that called to me. I never felt at home in any other city like I did in the city of sin. Maybe it was the possibilities. Maybe it was the access and the opportunity to be whomever you wanted with whomever you wanted. There was something about the freedom of the city that made me feel complete—like a modern oasis that I called home. I was having a little moment within my own brain when the sounds of screams filled my ears.
Syn was doubled over in a lounge chair, and Scottie was apparently the source of the screaming.
“Holy fuck, B. Come over here and look at what the bastard did.”
There were tears streaming down Syn’s face because he was laughing so hard. Scottie’s face was red and contoured into the male version of resting bitch face. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I twisted my hair into a bun and continued to walk in the direction of all the commotion.
“Whatever, asshat. Just because fucking Hendrix can’t keep his mouth shut about it. Kiss off, dickbag.” Scottie grabbed his drink and headed for the doors back into the hotel.
“Scottie, dude, come back!” Syn shouted as he headed in the direction of his brother. “You know we all love you, man.” When the brothers were finally standing side-by-side, you could see the resemblance in their jawline and raven black hair. Syn reached up and put his palm flat on the back of Scottie’s neck and pulled his forehead to him. Silent words were exchanged, and with a slap to the shoulder, both men were headed back in the direction of the rest of the group.
“I am so lost. What the hell happened?”
Oscar and his wife, Gigi, just shook their heads. Oscar was the first to speak up, “We have no idea. Scottie and Hendrix took off to the Pussycat Loungeabout two hours ago. No clue, B.”
“Where is Hendrix?” I spoke up.
“He was meeting up with some dude from the club last night. Don’t ask, don’t tell, B. Whoever he was had Hendrix all flustered last night,” Oscar explained.
As Scottie and Syn reached where we were standing, the suspense was killing me.
“Okay, Scottie, what the hell happened? Got to know deets, and now, man.”
What happened next was not anything I could have prepared myself for. In an instant, Syn grabbed on to both sides of Scottie’s swim trunks and yanked them down right there in front of everyone. I wished that were the biggest shocker. Oh no. Oscar doubled over in fits of laughter. Gigi threw her hands in front of her eyes while yelling, “You guys are gross as hell. Really?”
“Looks like my little bro decided he needed a Prince Albert. Takes stones, man, to allow someone to shove a needle through your dick. Figures Hendrix would be the one to take you. Where is the bastard anyway?” Syn was barely keeping from laughing as Scottie leaned over and pulled his shorts back to their rightful place.
“Fuck you, dude.” Scottie scoffed, turned on his feet, and walked back into the hotel.
“Syn, that was shitty, dude. Like I really needed to see Scottie’s junk.” Oscar slapped Syn on the shoulder and escorted his wife to a chair as they prepared to relax before the show.
“Oh, come on, man. Serves him right. That little shit gives me so much hell every time I get a tat. Trust me, I owe him.” Reaching for his drink, Syn settled back into his lounge chair. Tonight was going to be the last show before a two-week break for the band. A much needed break because they were each starting to get the need for a little space.
“B, do you remember the first time I came to Vegas?”
“Yes, Synister, we almost ended up getting married. That would have been a disaster.” As I walked over to the bar, I couldn’t help but feel my heart in my throat. I didn’t want anything more in that
Although Vegas was truly beautiful at night, there was something about all the concrete, glass, and steel in the middle of the desert that called to me. I never felt at home in any other city like I did in the city of sin. Maybe it was the possibilities. Maybe it was the access and the opportunity to be whomever you wanted with whomever you wanted. There was something about the freedom of the city that made me feel complete—like a modern oasis that I called home. I was having a little moment within my own brain when the sounds of screams filled my ears.
Syn was doubled over in a lounge chair, and Scottie was apparently the source of the screaming.
“Holy fuck, B. Come over here and look at what the bastard did.”
There were tears streaming down Syn’s face because he was laughing so hard. Scottie’s face was red and contoured into the male version of resting bitch face. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I twisted my hair into a bun and continued to walk in the direction of all the commotion.
“Whatever, asshat. Just because fucking Hendrix can’t keep his mouth shut about it. Kiss off, dickbag.” Scottie grabbed his drink and headed for the doors back into the hotel.
“Scottie, dude, come back!” Syn shouted as he headed in the direction of his brother. “You know we all love you, man.” When the brothers were finally standing side-by-side, you could see the resemblance in their jawline and raven black hair. Syn reached up and put his palm flat on the back of Scottie’s neck and pulled his forehead to him. Silent words were exchanged, and with a slap to the shoulder, both men were headed back in the direction of the rest of the group.
“I am so lost. What the hell happened?”
Oscar and his wife, Gigi, just shook their heads. Oscar was the first to speak up, “We have no idea. Scottie and Hendrix took off to the Pussycat Loungeabout two hours ago. No clue, B.”
“Where is Hendrix?” I spoke up.
“He was meeting up with some dude from the club last night. Don’t ask, don’t tell, B. Whoever he was had Hendrix all flustered last night,” Oscar explained.
As Scottie and Syn reached where we were standing, the suspense was killing me.
“Okay, Scottie, what the hell happened? Got to know deets, and now, man.”
What happened next was not anything I could have prepared myself for. In an instant, Syn grabbed on to both sides of Scottie’s swim trunks and yanked them down right there in front of everyone. I wished that were the biggest shocker. Oh no. Oscar doubled over in fits of laughter. Gigi threw her hands in front of her eyes while yelling, “You guys are gross as hell. Really?”
“Looks like my little bro decided he needed a Prince Albert. Takes stones, man, to allow someone to shove a needle through your dick. Figures Hendrix would be the one to take you. Where is the bastard anyway?” Syn was barely keeping from laughing as Scottie leaned over and pulled his shorts back to their rightful place.
“Fuck you, dude.” Scottie scoffed, turned on his feet, and walked back into the hotel.
“Syn, that was shitty, dude. Like I really needed to see Scottie’s junk.” Oscar slapped Syn on the shoulder and escorted his wife to a chair as they prepared to relax before the show.
“Oh, come on, man. Serves him right. That little shit gives me so much hell every time I get a tat. Trust me, I owe him.” Reaching for his drink, Syn settled back into his lounge chair. Tonight was going to be the last show before a two-week break for the band. A much needed break because they were each starting to get the need for a little space.
“B, do you remember the first time I came to Vegas?”
“Yes, Synister, we almost ended up getting married. That would have been a disaster.” As I walked over to the bar, I couldn’t help but feel my heart in my throat. I didn’t want anything more in that
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