Melissa pulled up to Valet parking. A small scuffle ensued as the valets fought over who would have the economic misfortune of parking the rental wreck. (Obviously the Beverly Hillbillies had come to town, or worse...Cirrans (shudder)) Eventually a small guy named Joe made his way toward the F-10 hatchback. Unfortunately for Joe, the Goddess had no experience with Valet parking and mistook the boy for a car thief.
It took Metro 45 minutes to contact University Medical, another 45 for an ambulance to make it to the scene and still another 45 to revive Joe.
Trancer: Not very efficient these Las Vegans.
MM: Why didn't you help? You could have had him up and about 90 minutes ago.
Trancer: Hello! I'm on vacation. (eye roll, sometimes her triplet's logic was beyond comprehension)
GC: That's what I've been saying for years.
MM: Stop that.
GC: What's this place called Melissa?
MM: It's Caesar's Palace Goddess.
GC: No it's not.
MM: Yes it is.
GC: Look Bard, I didn't say anything when you insisted Atlas was a map of the world, and I let it slide when you told me Greeks were college students, BUT I will not let you tell me THIS is Caesar's Palace! First, Caesar has been dead for centuries! Second, his palace was in Rome! Third, he would have never lived in a palace this tacky. And fourth, he did not have valet parking. Now I understand, you attend the University of Las Vegas and they might not have filled you in on all the pertinent details of history, so I am going to give you a second chance to tell me, What is this place called?
MM: Cae...
GC: (cold stare)
MM: Cae-ce's Palace.
GC: (smile) There. You see. Not so difficult. Let's go in.
The group enter Caesar...er Cae-ce's Palace.
GC: (mouth drops open) (grabs Melissa's arm) It's beautiful.
MM: (whatever)
GC: No not whatever. It's beautiful. Look at all the lights.
MM: I see Goddess.
GC: No I don't think you do. They're everywhere. Blue, gold, white, red...
Security #1: (interrupting) Excuse me, are you over 21?
GC: yes.
S#1: Not you, her.
GC: my bard? What difference does it make?
S#1: you have to be at least 21 to be in the gaming area.
GC: Then she's 21.
S#1: I'll need to see some identification.
MM: Actually I am 27 (start digging through my bag to get my driver's licence)
GC: (grabs my hand) Leave it. (to the security guard) You don't believe me?
MM: (Oh gods, we haven't been here five seconds and already she's picking a fight.)
GC: Shut up pissant.
S#1: Look lady.
GC: Goddess.
S#1: Whatever floats your boat.
GC: I don't have a boat.
MM &TR & HL: (oh dear Goddess)
GC: (just a sec I'm busy)
S#1: (blank stare) If the girl doesn't show...
(((ZAP)))
MM & TR & HL: (shrug) (proceed to the check in desk)
Unfortunately for the Bard, hotel reservations were on the top part of the list, the part she had given to her twin to complete. Suffice it to say the Goddess was not pleased to discover accommodations had not been made. It took Metro 45 minutes to contact University Medical, another 45 for an ambulance to make it to the scene and still another 45 to revive Melissa.
MM: (muttering) Thanks Trancer.
Trancer: (blank stare) Look triplet, I told you I'm on vacation.
HL: Ok I got us some rooms. (holding out just 3 room keys)
MM: (whimper)
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