A/N: My new legit story you guys! I hope you really like because I think I put a lot of effort into this and I think you guys would like it. By the way, the name of the story comes from The Weeknd's song Heaven or Las Vegas. The story doesn't relate to the song in any way, shape or form, I just thought that it would be a perfect fit since they were going to Las Vegas. Also, if you have listened to The Weeknd... you really should because I love his songs and his album is just... brilliant.

Okay, enough of me fangirling... Enjoy the story!

Chapter One: The Beginning

Huey was sitting at his desk when he heard his buzzer go off. He groaned loudly and got up. He was really starting to get interested in his African History book and he didn't want to be bothered with people at the moment. He pressed the button on the intercom. "Yeah?" he said in the speaker.

"It's me," the voice answered. He rolled his eyes. Was he supposed to know it was, based on just two words? It could literally be anyone one of eight billion people in the world, or more realistically one of the six million people that live in Maryland. Although he had a feeling he knew who it was.

"You're going to have to give me more information than me," he replied, only trying to irritate the person outside. It was probably working. "Otherwise, I'm going to have to call the police about a stranger on my doorstep."

"It's Caesar! Damn, why you always gotta be so difficult?" he snapped back, almost causing Huey to chuckle. Other than Riley, Caesar was the easiest to piss off.

"Oh, hey Ceez. I didn't know it was you," Huey said sarcastically. "I'll buzz you in." He pressed the button to let Caesar in and he went ahead and unlocked the door for him. He stretched up. He was pretty much in the same position for a good four hours.

"Wassup Huey?" Caesar greeted as he closed the door and fell on the couch. He looked at his friend's clothes, which consisted of sweatpants and a white t-shirt. "Have you been here all day? Did you even leave this apartment?" he asked Huey.

He shrugged. "Today was my day off," he protested. He went to his kitchen and looked inside the fridge. Nothing but two water bottles and a jar of mayonnaise. Damn, he forgot that he needed to go to the store today. He got one of the bottles of water and cracked it open. "I used this time to study… is that a bad thing?"

"Nah," Caesar answered. He turned on the TV as Huey sat down in the chair. "But sometimes, you need to socialize with people. It isn't healthy to cooped up in the house all day and not talk to anybody."

"I talk to you, and I talk to Jazmine. That's enough for me."

"By the way, did you talk to your future baby mama today?" he smirked.

"Did you just come over here to make fun of me?" Huey snapped. "She's not my baby mama! We don't even go out!"

Caesar lifted his hands in his defense. "Alright, she ain't your baby mama… yet." Huey threw his water bottle at Caesar's head. He was off by an inch. "I'm kidding, bro!"

"For your information, she has the late shift at the hospital, and she doesn't get off until eleven tonight," he said matter-of-factly.

"So you know her whole schedule now?" Caesar joked.

"Is there a reason you're over here?" Huey questioned him, slightly annoyed with his friend's presence.

"I wanted to invite you to Cindy's twenty –first birthday," he replied. "Now I know you don't like parties, but this is supposed to be the shit."

"I don't even talk to her like that," Huey said. "Sometimes, we don't even acknowledge each other presences. Why does she want me there?"

Caesar shrugged. "I don't know, man. I found out about it today and she told me to tell you about it, too." He put his finger on his cheek. "You know, now that I think about it, why would she want to invite you?" He shrugged again, giving up thinking about it. "So are you gonna go?"

Huey looked around his apartment. He hadn't really gone out since Jazmine's own birthday three months ago and even though he didn't really care for Cindy like that, he was kind of sick of looking at the same four walls day after day after day. He could take off a couple of days. "I guess," he agreed. He pulled out his phone's calendar. "When is it?"

"Friday."

He quickly typed it in. "And where is it going to be?"

"Las Vegas."

Huey stopped everything he was doing and looked up at Caesar. "Las… Vegas? Nevada?" he inquired dumbly. "How the hell does she expect me to get a plane ticket for Las Vegas in a couple of days? Does she think that's cheap?" Huey stopped himself. Knowing Cindy's rich ass, she probably thought a last-minute flight was cheap.

"See that's the thing! She paid for them already. With her own money! Well, technically it's her parents' money but that's not the point! The point is… a nigga don't have to pay a cent!" Huey shrugged. "Jazmine's gonna be there…" he added, as if it would sway his vote.

It was actually working. He probably could get this weekend off, since he never took days off. And as an added bonus, Jazmine would be there. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

"AND we get to stay for the whole weekend… in a presidential suite or something like that! I mean, her fam with all out for her birthday," he continued, hoping that Huey could come with them to Nevada. "Plus, Jazmine's gonna be there!"

"Are you just going to keep saying Jazmine's going to be there until I agree to go?" Huey asked Caesar. He smiled and nodded. "Fine. I guess I'll go," he sighed, giving in to Caesar's pleading. His intercom went off. He walked over to it. "Yeah?"

"It's me!" the high voice exclaimed. Huey let her in.

"Oh, so you give me a hard time about not saying my name, but when she comes to your door and says 'it's me!' you automatically let her in without question!" Caesar noted, trying to mimic Jazmine's voice. "Doesn't she live in this building? Why does she need to call you?" Huey shrugged. "It's still discrimination!"

"Maybe because I like her more than I like you."

He smiled widely. "You admit that you like her."

He opened his mouth to protest, but Caesar probably wasn't going to listen to him anyways.

"Open the door, Huey!" Jazmine yelled on the other

"Hi, Caesar!" Jazmine chirped as she came up to Huey's door. He gave her a small wave. He noticed that she was carrying a bag of carryout. He took the bag away from her and set it on the kitchen counter. "Caesar, are you staying long? I do have extra food…"

Huey shot him a look that said if he stayed, he would probably kill him very slowly and painfully. But Caesar couldn't deny food, since he was a greedy-ass person. "Well, since you're offering, I might as well stay a couple of minutes."

Jazmine smiled and started pulling out white boxes. "You can have Huey's extra fried rice. He doesn't need it anyways," she explained, giving Caesar the container filled to the top with rice. He sat in the chair, so Huey and Jazmine could sit together. "And here are your noodles, Freeman."

"Thanks," he muttered as he grabbed the chopsticks and walked to the couch. He gave Caesar another look.

"What?" he asked, with his mouth full of food.

"Go home," he said simply.

"Don't be rude!" Jazmine scolded him like a child from the kitchen. She went into the living room and next to Huey. He tried not to notice Caesar's smirk on the other side of the room. "Ugh, I had the worst day today."

"What happened?" Huey inquired, finding the water that he threw at Caesar and taking a small sip from it.

"I was put in the maternity ward today, and I was doing my rounds and I saw the dad putting the thermometer in the baby's mouth," she explained, putting her chopsticks in her food. "Like what the heck? You can kill the baby like that! And then when I tried to correct him, he argued me down!" She shook her head. "People these days."

"Wait… I thought that thermometers are supposed to go in the mouth…" Caesar said.

Huey and Jazmine stopped and stared at Caesar. "I'll explain it to you one day, Ceez."

"You know that you didn't have to bring me food," he told her before getting her almost empty carton. "Did you walk all the way here? I could've picked you up."

"Knowing you, I assumed you would forget to actually get food on your day off because you focus too much of your time on studying and not necessities like water and meals. And… since you're more valuable to me alive than dead… I decided to get you Chinese. You're welcome. Besides, the nearest restaurant is only a block away. You would know that if you actually went there once in a while…"

She did know him well.

"Thanks," he let out, putting the food in the refrigerator. "You didn't have to, though."

She got up and went to the fridge. She swung the door open and showed the few contents inside to Caesar and Huey. "Uhh… yeah, I kind of did."

"Damn! How do you even function?" Caesar joked.

"Don't you have your own house to go to, you little moocher?" Huey responded back.

Caesar looked down at his watch and got up. "Well, I hate to eat and leave…"

"You always eat then leave," Jazmine laughed.

"But some of us gotta go to work in the morning, so I'll see you guys later," he announced. As he walked to the door, he turned around to them. "And behave kids! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" he said, leaving through the door.

Huey rolled his eyes and went to lock the door. Jazmine was looking down at her phone and started to gasp loudly. "OhmyGodHueylookatthisdressit 'ssobeautifulIwantthisdressso badly!" she said in one breath. She showed her phone to Huey, but she was jumping up and down that he couldn't see what she was talking about.

He held her wrist in place. "Alright, alright calm down. Now what am I looking at?" he asked her.

She sucked her teeth. "The dress obviously! Isn't so cute?" she questioned, pushing the screen so that he could see it. It was a light blue floral sundress, with spaghetti straps and a zipper in the back. "Couldn't you imagine me wearing this in Vegas?"

He could imagine her wearing and not wearing a lot of things, but he decided to keep that little comment to himself. "So, I take it that you're going Cindy's birthday party too."

"Uh-huh. She called me during my break and told me. Apparently, her parents just surprised her with the news today," she explained, looking at more dresses on the website. She stopped. "Wait, why did she invite you?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Beats me."

"Hmm…" she said. "Oh well, maybe she's starting to like you," she giggled.

"Doubtful."

She smiled. "You're not as big of a jerk as you make people think you are. You just like a… Chihuahua. All bark, but no bite. I mean, you never hear of a Chihuahua actually biting someone. They just yap, yap, and yap until—"

"I think I get the idea," he cut her off.

Jazmine yawned and put her phone in her pocket. "I think that I'm going to head upstairs. I have an early shift tomorrow and I don't want to have to drag myself out of the bed in the morning." She walked to the front door. "I guess I'll see you Friday, right?"

"Friday," he repeated, closing the door behind her. He couldn't help but smirk. This weekend was already going to be better than he expected.

Cindy went over all her plans one more time before she went to sleep. The flight left at 2:25 a.m., first class of course because Cindy don't do economy. They would arrive in Viva Las Vegas at 7:50 p.m., and a limo would go and take them to the MGM Grand Hotel, where they would be staying in the Skyline Terrance Suite for two nights, averaging about 850 dollars a night. Then on Sunday, they would leave 5:05, go back about five and a half hours, and the legendary weekend would be finished.

Yeah, everything was according to plan.

"If you don't shut that fuckin' light off…" Riley grumbled next to her. He had the sheets over his head, but apparently the light was still bothering him. "It's midnight. You need to be sleep!"

"My bad, I was going over the things for the weekend! I wanted to make sure that all the shit was in place," she defended. She placed the papers on the nightstand. "Now, I'm done." She folded her arms across her chest. After a few seconds, she grabbed the papers again. "Although I do have to check one little thing…"

"Okay, give me this," Riley intervened, snatching the bulk of papers from her hand and putting them in the drawer on his side. He closed it and lied back down. "See? That wasn't so easy. Now go to bed."

Cindy huffed and turned out the lamp next to her. "Fine," she finally conceded.

"Do you feel better?" Riley asked her.

"No."

"Do I need to make you feel better?"

Cindy smirked. "I don't know. Can you?" she answered back slyly. "I mean, I don't know if Young Reezy is the man for the job."

Riley sat up. "Oh best believe… Young Reezy is always the best man for the job. No matter what," he retorted, earning a pounce from Cindy on top of him. He put his hands firmly on her hips as she looked down at him.

"Show me," she said in low growl.

Riley licked his lips and flipped her over, surprising the hell out of Cindy. She giggled when she felt his soft lips leave little pecks all over her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she shimmied out of her night shorts.

His kisses started to turn into slight nibbles which turned into him straight out leaving hickeys on her neck. She loved the way it felt, but it was going to be awkward explaining to her mother when she saw her tomorrow what they were from. She hoped she had enough cover-up because she could tell that she had at least three.

The scene was getting more passionate as Riley took off his wife-beater. He was about to go for Cindy's, which was really his, but her phone went off. Cindy sat up, but Riley wanted to keep going. "Ignore them," he said.

"Quit playin, Reezy!" Cindy yelled at him, getting from under him. He groaned in protest as he flopped down on the bed. She unplugged her mobile and answered the person. "Hello?" she said into the speaker.

"You invited him?!" Jazmine yelled into the phone. Cindy had to pull the speaker away from her ear.

"Do you realize that it is waaay too late to be yellin' like that?" Cindy said, rubbing her ear.

"You don't even care about him like that!" Jazmine continued, completely ignoring Cindy's request.

"Aren't you the one who said that if I have something for my twenty-first birthday, that I should invite a certain Freeman boy?" Cindy reminded her. Riley's ears perked up at the sound of his last name.

"Who are you talking to?" he wondered.

"Jazmine," she said quietly. He lied back down, knowing that a certain Freeman boy was the other Freeman.

"That was only if it was in Baltimore! This is Las Vegas we're talking about! Anything could happen! What if I get like, super wasted and I act a fool of myself and then he sees me differently and he never wants to talk to me again and I die alone with fifty cats?"

Cindy sighed. "That is the biggest exaggeration I ever heard. You're not going to get overly drunk and Huey won't think differently of you."

"But what if he gets super wasted and does something stupid? Or what if we both get super wasted and do something that can forever alter our relationship?"

"I'm not even going to dignify that one with a response. Goodnight, Jazmine." She hung up the phone.

Riley smiled. "Now where were we?"

Cindy yawned and stretched. "Y'know, now that I think about it, I'm really sleepy. Night!" she said before lying down and turning over and going to sleep.

Riley groaned under his breath and turned to sleep as well.

Huey drummed on his thighs as he waited for Jazmine to come out of her bedroom. He told her he would be here at noon sharp and since that deadline has come and gone, he was getting a little antsy. "Jazmine, what are you doing in there?" he impatiently inquired. They were already ten minutes off the schedule and he knew he would never hear the end of it from Cindy if they were late.

She came out of her room. "Can you help me close my suitcase? Then we can go," she requested. Huey sighed and got up. He went to her bedroom, where her large suitcase was sitting on the bed, overflowing with clothes.

"Why do you have so many clothes? We're only going to be there for three days," he said, trying to zip up her suitcase. It would get stuck about a fourth of the way. "Shit, did you put your whole wardrobe in this damn bag?"

"Just zip it up, Freeman," Jazmine said. She folded her arms over her chest. "I don't need your sarcasm."

"I'm doing you a favor!"

Jazmine smiled widely. "Thank you Huey!" she sweetly exclaimed. He rolled his eyes and continued his task.

"I need you to sit on it while I try to close it," he informed her. She nodded and jumped on top of her pink luggage, with her legs under her. It took him a while, but he finally closed the bag all the way. "There." He picked it up by the handle and held it. "Can we go before I get an earful from Cindy?"

Jazmine rolled her eyes. "Okay Tom. Let me go get my shoes."

"I'm really offended that you just called me that," he retorted as walked to the door. "That is an insult to me."

She put the back of her shoe on and grabbed her giant purse that, per Huey, could possible fit a small child in. "I know. That's why I said it." She got her keys from the bowl and rushed out the door, quickly locking it. She stopped. "Wait. Where are your bags?"

"In the car already."

They both walked the down the stairs three flights to the ground floor. They walked to Huey's car, and he put her bag in the trunk, right next his much, much smaller black duffle bag. He unlocked the driver's side first and got in his seat. He reached over and manually pulled up the lock on the passenger side.

"Are you ever going to get that fixed?" Jazmine asked, sliding into the seat. "That thing has been broken since high school."

Huey shrugged and started up his car. "My car is old as hell. I'm sure they wouldn't know how to fix it, even if I take it somewhere. Besides, no one ever rides in my car except for me, so there's really no point in getting it fixed."

"I ride with you sometimes!"

"Hmm… I'll think about it," Huey replied, getting on the highway to Woodcrest. He glanced over at Jazmine, something he caught himself doing often, and turned back to the road. He didn't want to be too distracted, which could end up disastrous for the both of them.

"Are you excited, Huey? I've never been to Vegas before. Have you?" she asked him. He shook his head. "I hope it isn't as bad as people say it is…"

"It's probably because they get out of hand when they come to Vegas. They think it's some place where nothing could happen to them and sometimes they can't handle all of that," Huey said as he passed the Woodcrest city limits sign. "Just don't go overboard with the partying and you should be fine."

"Well, I know I can handle my liquor…" she started. Huey scoffed. "What? You think I can't handle drinking?"

"Remember when Caesar and I took you out for your birthday? You got sloppy drunk and I had to carry you up to your apartment and in your room because you passed out in the car," he reminded her. "So, no. I don't think you can hold your liquor."

She poked his arm. "We'll see when we get there."

"We will," he repeated, turning into the gate of the McPherson's estate. He pressed the button on the intercom in front of the gate.

"May I help you sir?"

"Uhh… it's Huey Freeman and Jazmine Dubois. We're here for Cindy's party," he said into the speaker.

There was silence on the other end, probably because the person went to go verify with Cindy if the unknown person were actually allowed on the grounds. Sure enough, the next person they heard was the soon to be birthday girl herself.

"Nigga, where the fuck was you two?" she hollered at Huey and Jazmine. "Y'all asses were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago!"

"Well, technically you're wasting more time interrogating us when we could be on our way to the airport right instead of sitting out here waiting for you to open the gate. So if you could just let us in…" Huey calm told her.

Cindy sighed and opened the gate. "Smartass motherfucker," he heard her softly say. He rolled his eyes and ignore her comment and continue to drive to the front of the mansion. One of her butlers opened the door for Jazmine, and he came around and did the same thing for Huey.

"Would you like me to take your bags and put them into the vehicle?" the man asked him.

Huey was about to decline the offer when Jazmine jumped in. "Yes, thank you!" she said, grabbing Huey's arm and pulling him to the front door. "Come on! They're all waiting on us!" she excitedly said.

Huey let her drag him into the huge house, where everyone was in the living room, presumably waiting for them to arrive. Everyone got up and walked to the door, heading to airport. Cindy gave him a mean look. "What?" he sharply said to her.

"If we miss our flight because of you two lovebirds, I'll kill both of you," she simply stated.

"What?" Huey and Jazmine both choked out. They both looked at each other, and then back to Cindy. "We aren't dating!" they simultaneously yelled out. They glanced at one another again, both giving a raised eyebrow to the other person. This was getting really weird.

"Uh… huh. And that's why you're still holding hands… right?" Cindy retorted, rolling her eyes and walking away.

Jazmine immediately let go of Huey's hands and blushed hard. "Sorry," she said awkwardly. "I didn't even realize…"

"It's cool," he responded, shrugging his shoulders. He got into the car after Jazmine and Caesar. Cindy's parents didn't want to make a big spectacle of her going to the airport, so they decided to just drive her and her friends down to Baltimore-Washington Airport. Since they don't have a SUV like normal people, Mr. McPherson took the Bentley Continental GT, along with Cindy and Riley, while Mrs. McPherson took Caesar, Huey, and Jazmine in the Mercedes-Benz CL-Class.

"You think we gonna miss our flight?" Caesar asked Huey.

He looked at his watch. It was already about fifteen minutes until ten. "Well, it only takes fifteen minutes to get to the airport, and I would assume it would take about thirty minutes to get through security, so… we'll be cutting it pretty close."

"What took you so long, anyways?"

Huey immediately point to Jazmine. She smacked his hand. "Don't point at me!"

"But it was your fault!" Huey snapped back. "If you would've packed earlier, like I told you to, we would be here earlier." He turned to Caesar. "Did you see the size of her bag? It's like she packed for Australia for seven months." Caesar snickered a little.

"Maybe if someone wasn't on the phone with me until one…"

Caesar stopped and looked at Huey. "You were on the phone with until one?"

"Technically, it was closer to two…" Jazmine corrected, looking at the call log on her phone.

"You were on the phone with until almost two?"

Huey raised his hands. "Alright, alright, alright!" he said, getting the people to shut up. "Forget I even brought it up!"

Jazmine laughed and poked him. "Are you mad?" Huey huffed. "I think you're mad."

"I'm not mad."

Jazmine pouted and laid her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Huey."

Huey rolled his eyes. He knew he couldn't be mad at her, even if he tried. He grunted indifferently, not showing her that he already forgave her whenever she does her little sad little puppy scene.

Caesar snickered again. He made a whipping noise under his breath. Huey looked over to Caesar and lowered his eyes. "What? I didn't say anything!"

Mrs. McPherson stopped the car in front of the airport. The three kids piled out of the car and the boys started to take the luggage out of the trunk of the car. "Thank you Mrs. McPherson for the ride!" Jazmine said into the window of the car.

"You're welcome, sweetie! Have fun in this weekend!" Mrs. McPherson replied, waving at Jazmine.

"I will!" Jazmine said back. Cindy tapped her shoulder.

"If you don't stop socializing with my mama, and get in this damn building so we can leave…" she warned her best friend. Jazmine got her suitcase and rolled it inside the airport. She was ready to start the exciting weekend.

"It's mine!"

"No, it's mine!"

"Mine!"

"Mine."

"If it makes any difference, I already put my stuff down on the bed so…" Huey said, walking out of the bedroom with the single bedroom. Jazmine and Caesar stared at Huey. "What? You guys were arguing and I took it upon myself to resolve the problem."

"That's not fair!" Jazmine yelled at Huey.

"Yeah Huey, what the hell?" Caesar added.

Huey sighed and went into the kitchen. He looked and found three straws. He cut the straws at three radically different lengths. He put it behind his back and walked over to the bickering people. "Here's the deal. Longest straw gets the room by themselves, middle straw gets the bed in the other room, and shortest straw gets the pull out couch. Got it?"

Caesar nodded, but Jazmine was unconvinced. "How do I know you won't just keep the longest straw for yourself?" she asked.

"Jazmine, I just want to lay down in whatever bed I'm getting. But if you really are that paranoid, I'll choose my straw last."

Caesar grabbed his straw. He looked at the long blue straw in his hands. "Ha! Yes!" he happily said. He grabbed his stuff and walked to the bedroom with the king-sized bed. "Make sure you get your shit out of here Huey!" he reminded his friend.

Huey rolled his eyes and looked at Jazmine, who seemed very disappointed. "If you want, you can take the bed, and I'll sleep on the couch." The futon in the other bedroom looked as if it was made decades ago. The only reason it was out of place in the highly renovated room was because the rooms only had one bed in both of the rooms and Cindy thought that Huey and Caesar would room together, and it would be pretty gay if they shared a bed together. But now that Caesar won his own room, Huey didn't really mind sharing a bed Jazmine.

In fact, Jazmine had been more touchy-feely than usual, if it was even possible. First, she held his hand when they had turbulence on the plane ("I'm not of afraid of flying; I'm afraid of crashing and dying."), when they were walking down the strip and watched the fountain show at the Bellagio Hotel ("It's so pretty!"), and when they rode the roller coaster at New York New York Hotel ("That was the greatest ride ever!"). Huey knew she wasn't doing it on purpose; that was one of the few things he was sure about. But a little piece of him… a piece of him kind of hoped that it was more than just a friendly gesture.

"Are you sure?" she asked, looking at him with her head tilted to the side. "I mean…"

"No it's fine. Really." He went to Caesar's room and was looking for his duffel bag. He saw his bag in corner and went to go pick it up. As he was about to leave the room, he noticed Caesar giving him a smirk. "What do you want now?"

"Nothing, son," he answered, shrugging his shoulders. He added a little laugh at the end. Huey lifted his eyebrow. "No, seriously… it's not that big of a deal."

"Nothing is gonna happen," Huey reassured him.

"Yeah sure," Caesar scoffed.

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

Huey stared at his friend as he tried to decipher what he was thinking. He shook his head as he walked to the room across the short hall. Jazmine was already dressed in something more comfortable, and was trying to pull out Huey's couch/bed. She sat down on the bed and overdramatically wiped her forehead. "Do you know how heavy that is?"

He sat down next to her, and lied down. "Thanks… I guess."

"That's a half-assed expression of gratitude," she said, laughing. "You can do better than that!" Huey said nothing in response. Jazmine sighed loudly. "Well, you're welcome… I guess, since I'm not getting nowhere with you." She lied down and glanced over at Huey, who was staring at the ceiling, but now was fixated on Jazmine. "Thanks."

"For…?"

"Coming here. You know this isn't really your type of scene," she explained. "You're more of the 'stay at home and hope that I don't interact with anyone' type of person. I was really surprised that you actually agreed to come. It's kind of nice that you're out of your comfort zone."

"Oh," he replied.

She smiled and sat up. "It's a compliment, Huey. Don't sound so sad about it! Besides," she continued. "We're in Vegas! And we're about to party and go out and have a good time!" She slapped his thigh. "Go get ready!"

He sat up and stood up. "Alright, bossy. Jesus," he answered, a slight smirk on his face.

Jazmine stuck her tongue out and walked to the bathroom.

Cindy exited their room on the second floor, followed by Riley. It was almost midnight, Cindy's birthday, and they were just waiting for the clock to change. Cindy's been drinking since she was fourteen, but the thought of actually doing it legally now… well, it was unbearable how slow time was going for her.

"You excited?" Riley asked her, going down the stairs.

"Understatement of the year," she answered. Cindy walked to the bar and started grabbing bottles. Since Riley still had a good two years until he was legal, the couple was going to pregame until they were nice and toasty.

It took four shots to do the job.

When Jazmine and Huey, along with Caesar came into the kitchen, they saw Cindy and Riley drunkenly giggling with a bottle of Jose Cuervo in his hands. Huey and Caesar shook their heads solemnly.

"Are you drunk already?" Jazmine asked them.

Riley sobered up quickly. "Nah, we just pregamin… no biggie, girlie," he answered, as if it was the standard thing to get drink before drinking. He started to pour everyone out a shot, passing down to each person.

"Aye! I got something to say!" Cindy yelled. "Okay, it's my fucking birthday… I'm fucking twenty-one… and I just gots one thing to say…" She held up her shot, as did everyone one else around her. "To the break of dawn, yo!" she exclaimed as she quoted one of her favorite movies, Project X. She downed the liquor quickly and looked at her friends.

"Now... let's go fuck up a city."