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For Flemzo's Terrible Writing Prompts contest.. Prompt #3.

Kennedy’s adventures all began with a man in a blazing red Camaro. He sped down the strip throwing wads of cash out his window; littering the streets of Vegas with crisp Benjamins’. Silver sequins sparkled and flashed as Kennedy raked in the money. Her best friend, Aubrey Jenkins, squealed as she shoved hundred dollar bills down her cleavage. Kennedy laughed, “I was hoping to get lucky, but I figured I’d be inside a casino!”

Aubrey giggled as she raced after a renegade bill caught up by the Nevada wind. Her turquoise stilettos made it hard but she somehow managed to catch the run away money. “Come on,” she called over her shoulder waving the bill, “I’ll buy you a drink.”

Kennedy examined the money as they sauntered back to their hotel. “You think it is counterfeit?”

“Naw, it looks way too genuine,” Aubrey stopped to light a cigarette, cupping her hands around the yellow Bic lighter.

“People are crazy in Vegas!” Kennedy exclaimed as she threw open the door to the Venetian.

“I’m ready to get crazy!” Aubrey shouted waving the money.

Four hours later Kennedy found herself handcuffed next to Aubrey in the Las Vegas police department. Aubrey looked a hot mess, her blonde hair tangled, crimson lipstick smeared across her cheek, and a big rip up the side of her black mini-dress. Kennedy figured her own appearance was no different. Tears had caused her mascara to run down her face in a clownish way and she had mud smeared all over her silver ensemble.

“Come on, I need a statement,” an officer instructed helping Kennedy out of the hard plastic chair.

“I swear officer, I didn’t do anything wrong.” Kennedy pleaded as he lead her to an interrogation room.

“When haven’t I heard that?” He rolled his eyes as he held the door open for her.

Kennedy flopped down into another plastic chair, the handcuffs biting into her wrists. “Can’t you at least take off the handcuffs?”

The officer crossed over to her and unlocked her cuffs. “Okay start from the top.”

“My friend and I were just walking down the street when some guy threw a bunch of money out of his car.”

“Come on lady, you want to start with something a little more believable?”

“I’m serious. Some guy in a red Camaro was just throwing wads of cash out of his car. So my friend and I just picked it up and went back to our hotel for drinks.”

“So it didn’t seem odd some random person threw money out of his car? You didn’t think to come to us with the money? What if it were counterfeit?”

“We didn’t think about all that. I just thought we had gotten lucky.”

“That’s a first in Vegas.”

“So we went back to the Venetian and had a few cocktails.”

“How many?”

“I don’t know. I remember drinking two martinis and then Aubrey bought a round of shots when we met the guys.”

“What guys?”

“A few guys at the bar. They were cute and so Aubrey being Aubrey bought them drinks.”

“How much did you spend on your bar tab?”

“I don’t remember, a couple grand?” The cop whistled. Kennedy continued her story, “Then one of the guys was telling us about whippets. He said they were really fun.”

“So you spent some cash on hippie crack?”

“Yeah we bought enough for the four of us, two balloons, and a cracker from one of the tobacco stores.”

“Then what?”

“Well we did the whippets in the back of a taxi and the taxi driver wouldn’t play techno. One of the guys told him to just pull over and let us out.”

“How much you spend on the cab fare?”

“Twenty-four thirty.”

“Wow, good memory.”

“I just remember it because I thought the taxi driver said it funny.”

“And from there?”

“We started to walk back to the strip so we could see one of those drag shows. But Aubrey wanted to prove to the guys that she could climb a tree. That’s when she ripped her dress.”

“Not very smart to climb in stilettos.”

“I said as much, but she is very stubborn especially when she is drunk.”

“Go on.”

“Well then she fell into someone’s yard and I had to jump the fence to save her, except I fell into their garden. The sprinklers came on then. And we were screaming so much, the guys took off thinking we had gotten caught or something.”

“Classy fellows.”

“Aubrey said they weren’t really that cute anyways.”

“Aubrey is very outspoken.”

“Yeah, well, we couldn’t get back over the fence so we started to cut through the yard and that’s when Aubrey had to go pee. I told her to just hold it, but she wouldn't listen to me. And she wasn't about to go in their yard. She said that the grass tickled her butt."

"So that's why we caught her peeing in the tin bucket."

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