Bailed on that lame Wes guy and as soon as I hit the main drag in Vegas my eyes just lit up like a kid in a fucking candy store. Fuck whatever the council wanted me to do I was here to have fun! Shit! All the way across the country from home watcher free? Now this was the kinda shit dreams were made of. I just couldn't decide where to start
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Well, there certainly were a lot of casino’s in this place. And a lot of shiny lights. And a *lot* of people. No sign of this Faith though. I wasn’t feeling very comfortable walking down the streets, with all those trollops giving me that odd smile and asking me if I wanted a good time. I just gave them what I hoped to be a polite smile, shook my head and quickly moved on. I do wish they’d stop whistling everytime I did that. Though, better the whistling then them coming after me. That had been rather frightening
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Jay was on a winning streak for sure and he'd just won another hand of Black Jack. Laughter and cheering erupted from the table as his meaty hand clamped down on my ass with a loving squeeze before he collected his chips. Guy was gonna regret that later when I broke his wrist but for now I'd let him have his little golden shining moment
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Good grief, what is it with that girl and shoving people into walls? I managed to bit down on a yelp when she grabbed my arms and did just that. Oh for gods sake, that is really the most annoying thing ever. How many times has she done this now? It’s getting tiresome, not to mention in-original. Can’t she come up with something better? On second thought, let’s hope she can’t. She may be only a potential, but she’s a rather strong one. Quite puzzling
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“What?” She’s a bloody mind reader? Oh wait, *teach* the thing to… that’s just stupid. If dogs could be trained to do that, wouldn’t The Council have done so by now? Utterly ludicrous. Still, that dust on his fur… Probably rolled around in something, it’s a rather dry city this Las Vegas. No really my kind of town. God, imagine having to live here! Horrible, it would be a bloody nightmare. “No, I don’t think that would work,” I muttered, shepherding them both into the building
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"I don't smoke." I replied easily as I sprinkled some of the green plant into a rolling paper. Well I didn't smoke cigarettes and according to the papers I was way old enough to do whatever I wanted and legally too. Fucking score! I could buy booze without havin' to give one of the neighborhood boys head to get it for me or stealin' it out of my Ma's liquor cabinet. Biting on my lower lip I concentrated on the task at hand. You had to get it just right or else it all fell to shit. Lucky for me I got taught how to do drugs the right way back in the day
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She doesn’t smoke? Then what is she doing with that cigarette…thing…thing. It looks odd, I don’t think it’s supposed to look like that. It’s greenish! I didn’t know tobacco could spoil. When she lights it, I wrinkle my nose looking at her disgusted. God, that really smells…odd
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Dude, I didn't know what was in this weed? But I was trippin' for real. Took another hit, leaned back, closed my eyes and there was more. Claws, I remembered that clearly. Claws scraping down my back so hard I thought I'd have no skin left. Sitting down to dinner. Wesley was sittin' next to me and I didn't like that. No. It wasn't Wes that I didn't like there, but someone else. Something bad was gonna happen. My heart leapt into my throat at the thought of it
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