Milo looked good for his age, seven years after forty, you do the math. He kept his skin clean and body in a nice physique even if he never worked out. He lay in the hotel bed with his outfit from the day before still on, he was to tired and lazy to change after hanging out with his girlfriends all night, not girlfriends as in lovers but friends that are just girls. They had all decided to take a trip to Las Vegas for the weekend and had one hell of a night. He started to wonder about his dog, Cujo. Where the neighbors taking care of him like he asked the day before? He really hoped so. The neighbors, Jim and Sandy probably took some of his food and went through all his stuff, he suddenly wished he had token with him his stash of comics of his favorite X-man, Mystique. He was praying the high heavens that they didn’t touch the first editions and normally he would never get on his knees for anything.

The girls called his cell phone and informed him of this kickin’ party, but that wasn’t until later for now they just wanted to hit the casinos. “Not Circus Circus” Milo quickly added in just wanting to get in, he hated clowns. God damn clowns invading his mind and now LV. Bastards. It only took a few minutes of talking before the four had decided on the Luxor, gladly Milo accepted, luckily that was the hotel he was staying in and as well as the girls. No walking through the blazing heat, just a walk to the elevator, down the stairs and to the located spot one of the girls, Jenny has indicated.

Joseph, only Joseph, no Jo, Jose, or Ph—believe me he has been called that once (mind you it was a drunken night)--, whatever you wanna say don’t say it because it’s wrong. Only Joseph and that is what he will tell you if you say different with a few swear words in the mix. Joseph played the drums for the band FREEJUANIE, local band to Las Vegas. You have probably never heard of them but don’t worry once they get discovered everyone will have. But that’s only the dream of all the members, at the age of forty four he was really wishing they would be more then local by now and so were the rest of the not so young any more band mates. None the less he would never the band to start a real world career, to him that would just be insane. All Joseph knows is his drums and the fact his goal in life is to become famous and move out of his friend’s, Dex’s house, his band mate, the bassist of FREEJUANIE. He doesn’t want to say that Dex is a jerk or anything but living at the man’s house with his mother is a bit awkward.

Michigo, a small slender Japanese women, who also happens to be the lead singer of the band walked into the bar, the 21 and over bar located in the Luxor. She saw her band mates, Joseph, Dex, and Robin, who all play a part in the band FREEJUANIE. “We gotta gig tonight ya’ll! So let’s practice, practice, practice!!” she exclaimed positively, trying to hype up the band that just took another chug of their Tequila. “Tonight, we are gonna rock the stage and who knows if there is a record producer or something out there! So let’s make this our best show ever”

“You say that every night, Michi . . . maybe it’s time for a new pep talk. Better go to the writing board while we stay here and . . . work” Joseph took another drink to prove his point. The women huffed one of her cheeks at him and reached over, palm forward and slammed it against his shoulder making him sway back and forth. “I could have written a better one if I didn’t have to take care of you Losers” she stuck her tongue out at the three and ordered herself a whiskey, deciding to join then fight which seemed like the best option for them all. “Okay okay, one drink but after this we are going to go practice!” The band nodded their heads, Robin giving her a playful wink before he took down the rest of his drink.

After a couple hours of gambling it was starting to get boring for Milo and the girls. Jenny was paying more attention to the men walking through the casino. Anna took to the cards and gave a horrifying glare when ever any one tried to pull her away, and Megan who is attached to Milo at the hip, since they are twins it seemed natural but Milo grew out of that phase around twelve he was still waiting for this forty-seven women to hit her independent stage of life. Milo and his shadow walked towards the bar, he really just wanted something to drink but the music playing was starting to drag him in as well. He grew up in the age of Guns and Roses, and Poison and this band was really catching his fancy. Megan smugged at the music and frolicked towards the bar, trying her best to ignore what she has never understood. She ordered two apple –tinis; one for her and the other for Milo. He grabbed his drink and walked over towards the table near the band. He was captivated and really had the urge to buy their CD. He hoped they had one. Megan toddled towards her brother and sat down in the seat next to him, her mind elsewhere but her eyes on the band watching the small Asian women singing with all her force. Milo eyes gazed at each member, stopping practically a bit too much on the drummer, he has always had a thing for drummers and this wasn’t an exception.

Joseph licked his lips and sucked down the rest of his Jack Daniels, damn second drink gone. Well if it’s free then how do you say no? Milo ordered Joseph another round of drinks, Megan and the band had already left to the rooms or back home for the night but the two men stayed on the bar drinking away whatever problems they had. Milo had earlier walked up to the band and fan-girled all over them, getting autographs on napkins, and just before they were going to leave he offered a free drink to the drummer, really wanting to talk to that man a bit more. It had worked, there they sat for about two hours after the show, talking and drinking and you can learn a lot about a person when they are drunk and ready to say anything. Milo kept his stature and made sure he didn’t drink too much. Joseph had no upper hand, he drank until he was shit-faced and ready to pass out.

Milo carried the younger man to his bedroom, Joseph’s mouth opening but no real words coming out. “Yoaw maaaann ywwaa grooo grawwa. . .”

Milo let out a short laugh and opened the door to the bedroom, throwing Joseph onto the bed, eyes set onto the man on his bed. He wondered what he should do. Now he could do what he was planning, or he could just let him sleep, but really what would be the fun in that.

The older man went to his bathroom and came out a few seconds later, Joseph’s eyes closed and body limp as the blankets underneath him. Milo walked towards him and crawled onto the man, straddling his waist. The pill in one hand, he uses the other to open the drunk’s mouth and dropping it in there. “Now swallow” he said in a low tone, mouth close to the man’s ear. “Swallow it . . . now don’t worry if you can’t move. It just means its working” he grins before pulling away and sitting on the bed, “So Joe, I was thinking.”

“Joseph . . . fucking Joe . . .” he grunted audibly, eyes slightly open gazing at the back of the larger man. Milo turned his head around and gave the man a soft smile, “I like Joe more, it’s a lot more fun, not as original but more fun to say” He sat up from the bed and strolled towards his suit case, bending down and picking up a plastic bag from underneath the cloths. “Are you ready for some fun Joe? Don’t worry you’ll be able to feel ALL of it. Just keep in mind, this is making ME feel really good” Out of the plastic bag, he pulled out a case of needles and put it into one hand while in the other he pulled out a handle connected to a blade covered in leather. “Never know who you’re going to meet in Las Vegas. Now do you Joe?”