The Devil Wears Black Leather: Chapter 16

David S. Grant is posting his latest fiction “The Devil Wears Black Leather” while he works on his latest book, the fourth and final installment that follows: Bliss | Bleach | Blackout. The working title is of course, Bleak. Why is he doing this? Because he loves you! (Note: Also, may be drunk, hence the third person intro.) For more information (or purchase/download) David’s books check out his Goodreads (Bleach 4.6 out of 5 rating; Bleach | Blackout 4.8 rating) or Amazon page.

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The Vegas Diaries – Punched Drunk and No Love

It was a couple years later when I would break my Vegas streak by leaving Jagger back in New York when I got the call to attend my cousin Sal’s bachelor party.  He reserved a block of rooms at The Bellagio and everyone flew in for just the night.  We were seated in the VIP area of RELAX, a club located in the Bellagio when I started getting introduced to Sal’s friends, quickly realizing all of them were wearing pastel colored polo shirts and had beards.  I was wearing Chuck Taylors and a black T-shirt which did not go unnoticed.  At one point our waitress looked down at my shoes and at my T-shirt and asked me where my polo was.  I laughed, but she was stoned serious.  I just sat back and said “I don’t know”.  She reluctantly brought me back a Heineken and then asked if I could grow a beard even if I wanted to.  At this point it didn’t matter what the name of the club was, I was in STRESS.  

So I did what I usually do in this situation and that is leave and go find a bar.  Outside the VIP area was a regular bar with Patron Silver so I started drinking tequila on the rocks and quickly it became three in the morning and time to leave.  On my way out two black girls propositioned me for “a good time” and came up close to me, one from the front and one from the back.  I looked around and didn’t see anyone and then the one behind me grabbed my wallet.  She opened it up and grabbed my cash, holding it in the air.  I tried to snatch it back and she jumped away.  The other girl also backed off and told me I have two options: 1.  Let them take the money  2.  Try to take the money back and have the girls yell RAPE! 

After a quick look over my shoulder I chose option 3: Punch the girl with the money in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her an then turning and punching the other hooker square in the mouth, causing her to fall onto her back, out cold.   I grabbed my cash and ran toward the strip.  As I was springing alongside the fountains I swore that next time I would bring Jagger back to Vegas with me. 

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