Yay, made it to Vegas. And nobody got killed. Well, not yet I guess. Yay me.

In no time at all, I found myself driving down the strip, with lights of all sorts all over the place. Casinos, Hotels, they were everywhere. Jackson was pointing at everything and basically acting like a kid in a toy store.

      “ERMERGERD WE’RE ON THE STRIP! THIS IS SO AWESOME ERMERGERD I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!”

      “Don’t get your lemon panties in a twist Jackson. We’re only staying for a night.” I said

Travis didn’t seem depressed in that bit of news. He was still caught up in staring at the various bright buildings around us. I pulled into the driveway of the Plaza Hotel and Casino. I didn’t think Jackson could get any more excited than he already was.

      “Oh. Shut. Up.” Jackson said

      “C’mon, how could we go to Vegas and NOT stay at the Plaza?”

We checked in and soon enough we were in one of the grandest hotels I’ve ever been in. It was even fancier than any house I’ve ever been in.

And lemme just say, I’ve been in a lot of houses.

Dash and Pinkie watched TV. Pinkie had decided to sleep with Jackson since he wasn’t the one that ran her over. Dash stayed with me since Jackson was such a wimp. The two mares didn’t last long and soon enough they had fallen asleep. Me and Travis sat on the edge of our beds. I rummaged through my luggage and brought out a blazer and a grey tie along with a white button down shirt. Jackson pulled out a full tux with a blood red tie. I looked at him, and he looked back at me.

      “Are you thinking what I’m thinking Grace?”

      “You can bet your ass that I am Jackson.” I said as a grin slowly spread across our faces.

Half an hour later...

Me and Jackson were both in the casino, we had left the ponies back in the room because we didn’t need people coming up to me and inquiring about my rainbow pony. Jackson was in his tux and I was in my blazer. There were tons of people everywhere. Casino machines were *dinging* everywhere. Lady Luck was on our side as we won almost every game we played. In the end we won a total of $200,000. I honestly thought we were going to end up broke, but the universe must’ve decided to give us a break for once.

We later spent the money on some drinks. Needless to say, we got totally wasted.

Gosh, me and Jackson have no self-control whatsoever.

At one point, me and him decided to play Road Chicken. I remembered reading about it in Chris Jericho’s second biography, and I decided that it was going to be fun, the game went like this. One of us would lay down on the road and wait for a car to come by, then we would see hoe long we could last before we rolled out of the way. Jackson being the drunk bastard he was, agreed.

We eventually gave up when we saw an 18-wheeler speeding towards us. He showed no signs of slowing down. And so, I got up and stumbled back onto the sidewalk.

I forgot what happened for the rest of the knight. I remembered Jackson mumbling something, crying, then laughing, then trying to kiss me on the lips. I was sober enough to push him to the ground and lay down on him to stop any more debauchery. We passed out soon after that.

The next morning, me and Jackson woke up totally hungover. My head hurt and felt like it was about to explode. Jackson got up like there wasn’t a SINGLE thing wrong with him.

Lucky bastard.

I was about to give him a headache with a well placed chair shot to the head, when all of a sudden he yelled and clutched his head, then slowly slumped to the floor, waking up the ponies. I managed to chuckle a bit without hurting my head too much.

Haha, delayed headache.

So we packed up, checked out and decided to go see some sights. We checked out some amazing attractions including Vegas Vic, Binion’s Horseshoe and of course, the Fremont Street Experience.

Soon enough, Jackson and I came across a pawn shop. What was it called again? I think it was called the Gold and Silver Pawn Shop or something like that. He told me that we could try and sell the collars right here right now. So, I a followed him into the shop. I made sure that the ponies stayed in the car. the windows were tinted so I didn’t have to worry about them being spotted.

I entered the shop and approached the counter with the bag slung over my shoulder. We were greeted by two men. One of which was bald, the second one must’ve been his son. His hair was brown and combed back. He was overweight while the bald guy looked only a tad bit on the chubby side.

      “So what do you got?” The bald guy asked

I slung my bag off my shoulders and put it on the counter. I reached in and pulled out the six glorified dog collars and placed them on the counter.

      “I’d like to sell these.”

The guy seemed kinda taken aback by the bling that I bore. He looked at them and looked back at me.

      “This is serious jewellery here, how’d you get it?” the bald guy asked

      “My friend owed me some money. Eventually he gave these to me.”

The bald guy picked them up one by one and examined them.

      “Ehr... These are legit. That’s all I can confirm for now. So, how much you looking to get out of them?”

      “How about 2 million.” I asked

The guy looked at me and shook his head.

      “Listen, I know that this is fine bling and all, but I can’t buy it. It doesn’t have any purpose other than to make your dog look like a pimp. That and we don’t have that much cash on us. How about $200,000?” The guy said

      “$200,000?! Dude this is gold here! Pure gold! Along with diamonds and rubies and stuff!” Jackson retorted

      “2 million is a bit too high.”

      “But it’s gold.”

      “We don’t have that kind of money.”

      “But it’s gold.”

This conversation went back and forth. It was actually kinda funny.

      “Listen man, the highest I’ll go is $700,000. And that’s it.” The bald guy said

      “I can’t do that man. We need at least 2 million.” Jackson said

      “Oh. Well, thanks for your time.”

We shook hands and parted. He went to the office while I exited the shop. I got in the car and Jackson followed. I got in the car and started the automobile up. I drove out of the parking lot and soon we were driving out of Las Vegas.

      “Man, I wish we could’ve stayed a bit longer.” Jackson complained

      “Dude, me too. But hey, we still got a huge chunk of the journey ahead of us.”

      “Adventure waits for us elsewhere! To New York we must go!” Jackson said

      “You fucking dork.”

The ponies in the back were in the back chatting as usual, but at a much softer volume as opposed to yesterday. I stared at the disappearing city of Las Vegas in the rear view and smiled. This was only the first leg of our journey. Jackson was right, there was still a lot more ahead of us. Next Chapter: Iced Coffee and Shitstorms Estimated time remaining: 25 Minutes