Gather - I shall introduce myself, even better as Sally would say, this is Frankie, she's a bit scary and had a bean three days ago. Sally is right, perhaps I'm overdoing it with the beans, you really can't do much with them anyhow except to retain a lot of gas. Speaking of gas, Sally and I are quite a match and our outings together always brings out the worst in us, the bad girls are ready to explode. Now what about Sally...sweet little lamb out with the wolves...NOT! Oh, you'd better believe it, I leave her alone for one minute and there she is making her move with a bit of tongue bashing charisma, he's interested and then, she shoots back. It works! She gets what she wants and leaves them hanging. The wolf among the sheep and they didn't even know what hit them. We're there and we're bringing it on!
What can I say, Sally and I are just your simple, average girls ready to explore the world, well Vegas for now. We meet at the usual time and place, at Sally's pad, take along our most prized possessions...cash and IDs. Ready or not, it's party time! Our first night out, and the Beach Club waited long for our visit. Lady's night out and then came us, into the joint and all the drinks we could manage 'till 1:00 am free. Ah ha...that's the way we like it. It wasn't even five minutes before tall, blonde and confident approached us with an invite to his corner to join his friends, so we did. The couple seemed to know each other, although I think they just met. Intros were in order and off to the floor we went dancing to break the common silence. Who was dancing with whom, we didn't know and didn't care, but in and out and between us both, he moved around us. Beginning to show his true nature, we decided the jerk was out. The couple's woman was then in and between us finding herself in a sexy dirty kind of dance as she moved her way down on me, that nasty bitch had to be ditched. Back to the bar, we had our own little party, me, Sally, Gin and Tonic. Interrupted by the awful blast of the disco band set on stage, up and out we left without hesitation, enough was enough! Ya, maybe it wasn't quite what we expected, but this was just the beginning, we only looked forward to our next rendezvous.
Our choices are various and our invites are numerous. Our next adventure took place at The Drink. This was a VIP party for bartenders, which we were not, although I must say, Sally herself is a connoisseur of their wells. Our invitation brought us into the world of Persian décor, belly dancers, camels, Vodka and Red Bull - neither of these were real animals. The air filled with the aroma of incense, palm readers anxiously awaiting to expose your future and a masseur at the west corner working his hands and finger tips merely to entertain us while belly dancers flaunt about in their costumes kindly showing us their rolls, I mean roles, and they did dance the part well. To end the evening entertainment, fire eaters romped the room waving around the burning ropes and sexy Persian dancers gave a new meaning to "hot bodies" as they performed a sexy fire dance afflicting themselves with these flames. Impressive and bold, we too performed our own dances as the techno noise took place. I, dancing with myself and Sally with four. Something wrong with this picture? The evening was still young, and drinks were free! Yes, only in Vegas where the wild gets wilder and the guys get harder, ah..that is..harder to get rid of, that's what I meant. Anyhow, on with it, we've exerted ourselves, I had to pull Sally away from her four friends before night became day.
Did we have enough? Not!! Our next adventure took place at the House of Blues, Flash Back 80's..this ain't no disco, this ain't no sitting down..this is freaking 80's night! Bodies bumping bodies, if there was a spot to dance there, well get on it, get on it, get on it, oops...got carried away! Hey! Has anybody seen Sally? The girl is impossible...one minute she's here and the next..oh..there she is, ok...I'm dancing with myself-ef, I'm dancing with myself-ef...got to say though, we had a blast, loud sound, big picture screen, free tee-shirts if you could catch one, and lots of fun. This was Sally's favorite mad house and I would have to agree with her. Alright, so we didn't get lucky...
...but someone did and it wasn't me, did I mention Crown and Anchor? No fuss, no frills, no boodie bumping, well not for me. The 'ole English pub just waiting to greet Sally where she found her first lust and old friend - Jack Cider. Tempter of all pleasures, with his sweet aroma he knows her weakness and lures her into his wicked bed of promises where he shall remain waiting for her, teasing her each time we pass the corner of Tropicana and Maryland, ah...how dare he tease my dear Sally as if to say come back...come back. Terribly crowded it was that night. Sally felt quite at home there she said. The band played, and the singer put on a bold performance, quite good and confident he was. I myself, enjoying the beat and banging of the drums, noticed Sally was playing a tune of her own. Well...to make it all clear, I arrived with Sally, and I left without Sally. I have abandoned my dear little lamb amongst the wolves...NOT!
Hey...Party on Sally...Shut up Frankie and have another bean.
