My first, F.L.E.M. hopes you like it. -F.L.E.M.

"Ugh, I would have never thought that I would actually wake up in Vegas with a major hangover, no wallet, and no idea where I am. Heh cliche, cliche indeed. Levion *sigh* what have you gotten yourself into this time my friend?"There he was sprawled out on the ground at a corner located in Las fucking Vegas. He slowly stood up in his grey t-shirt and fitting jeans which really didn't feel to good at the moment since they were covered in god only knows what. Where the hell was he? And what in the hell happened? Who the hell was he with?How drunk was he in order to get this messed up? And what the fuck was on his shirt and jeans because gosh was it just totally horrid! He really hoped it wasn't barf and if it was he really hoped it was at least his. He tried not to think about because the more he thought about it, the more nauseous he became. As he glanced around, he couldn't have helped but to notice that he felt an odd bulge in his back pocket. Almost as if it were a reflex, he quickly reached into his back pocket and out came a crumpled up piece of paper with neat words on it that read: " Ha Ha. Jokes on you now , Levi." Levion couldn't help but smirk at this little comment. For he was used to getting into crazy predicaments like this one. And boy was he gonna find out how he got himself into this one. Well first thing was first, try to get a hold of some of his buddies, like normally. You know the ones that normally ended up in the same spot as him. But for some odd reason he ended up by himself today.

There was Enrique, his partner in crime that dragged him along on the trip in the first place. The one who thrives for the crazy experiences of life. A skinny, yet lean young fellow in his early twenties who is full of excitement. A beach and adrenaline junkie is a good way to describe shoulder length hair as black as night and tanned skin. Interesting fellow indeed. And judging by the hand writing Levion could surely tell that is was Enrique's. That slick little bastard. Two can play at that game. Next time this happened, he would make sure that Enrique would end up in the same exact spot he's in now. Stranded on the street, in the middle of Las Vegas or somewhere, with a disgusting, mysterious substance on his clothes, with a crumpled piece of paper that would read "Pay back asshole. Ha Ha Haaa Enrique! Jokes on YOU now!" Oh he could taste the sweet victory of getting payback on Enrique. But wait there was Marqui( Mark-kee) the "mom" of the group and Frankie. Well let's just say Frankie is...well Frankie. Just... yea Frankie is freaking Frankie. He has an interesting personality. Normal doesn't even come close to describing Frankie but hey that's what so great about him. Now when it comes to looks he's your typical blonde blue eyed guy but he's buff and like HUGE buff. But the thing is, he wouldn't harm a fly ,that is, until you piss him off and Levion has definitely seen him pissed off. Yea, never gonna get on his bad side. Hell no, totally not a damn option. He's a bit timid but you can persuade him to do anything. But he's definitely not your average guy. Example A : a normal person would eat chips and salsa or chips and dip. Frankie eats chips and peanut butter or chips and mayonnaise. Interesting indeed. Example B: normal people sleep in beds or the couch. Frankie sleeps in the bathtub even in his own apartment. You'd think for such a big and buff guy that this is quite uncomfortable but he says he likes it. And finally, the one that tops it off, example C: normal people wear pajamas to sleep or in some cases their birthday suit, like Levion. No judge. But Frankie on the other hand wears saran wrap to sleep in and nothing but saran wrap. Like who in the hell wears... geez! He says something about "sweating off the fat while sleeping". So yea wearing saran wrap while sleeping in the bathtub. Totally normal. Yea, I don't fucking think so. But that is why Levion likes his friend Frankie.

Though, there is the one person that is the ONLY normal person in this crazy group, the sane and reasonable person, the average guy. That "average guy is Marqui or "mom." Now Marqui is your rich, young, successful is very cautious and likes to do things in the most safest way possible. He is constantly worrying about Enrique. His total opposite. Though mess with one of his friends, he's like a mama bear and her cubs. He's a professional orthodontist with a nice car and top notch apartment. Great personality and an awesome smile to make any chick or even guy do a doubletake. But there are some flaws to this perfect guy aside from Levion, Frankie, and Enrique being his friends,but one of those flaws is alcohol. Marqui is a complete and total lightweight but boy what a funny sight to see Marqui drunk. But when he's angry Frankie doesn't even come close to being as scary as Marqui. Not even by an inch. Fuck not being on Frankie's bad side, Levion would die any day than to get on Marqui's bad side. Nope, totally not fucking worth it. Levion has seen a guy with a broken rib cage and missing front teeth to know NOT to piss off Marqui. And you'd wouldn't expect it either because Marqui is a petite ginger who is no taller than 5'6 with green eyes and a great smile. But holy shit can the little fucker pack a punch! One punch that Levion and the others would definitely love to avoid.

Aside from his friends, Levion is all of them rolled into one person. He's daring but not as daring as Enrique. He's weird but not as weird as Frankie and buff with enough muscle to show he works out from time to time. He's cautious and considerate but not as much as Marqui. And God no, he is not a lightweight at all. And if there were to be something that got on his bad side, it was going to be destruction done to someone or something for sure. So best wishes to anything that pissed him off. He has a nice tan going on that goes with his sandy brown hair and grey eyes though. He personally thinks of himself as good looking but not as good looking as a freaking speedo model and definitely not fugly. (You know, fucking ugly.)

Overall, he is a interesting guy like the rest of his friends. But he came to Las Vegas with an interesting group of people who he now had no idea, scratch that, he did have an idea of where they were, for crying out loud they were HIS friends. Which were not a normal crowd of people, something he loved about them. He likes things that stick out, that are out of the normal, and are definitely abnormal. That's what makes him well HIM. And if he could took a good guess he would say that Enrique is probably already up at this hour even though it's like 7 A.M., on the balcony of their hotel room they're staying in doing a handstand on the edge to feel the rush or something in the dangerous field. Frankie is probably still asleep in the freaking bathtub in the hotel room. And Marqui is probably out on a run for coffee like a NORMAL person would do in the morning. His friends were most likely doing these things at this hour. And Levion, well his ass woke up in Vegas. That's what he gets.

Now it was time for him to get back to the hotel and freshen up. Anything to get what ever the hell it was on his clothes off of him! He would have to wait and see what's in store for him at the hotel with his friends. He checked to see what street he was on and surprisingly he wasn't too far away from the hotel he was staying at. It was a couple of blocks away, he should have reached it in about an hour. As he finally approached his hotel, he received a bunch of questioning glances and looks from bystanders. Soon enough they turned into disgusted looks once they got a whiff of his "magnificent" smell.

Gosh was he glad that he finally reached his hotel in order to take a nice, long, hot shower. Frankie was going to have to get his ass up out of the bathtub this time if he were still sleeping. It would be worth the ass whooping because Levion really did't give a fuck about Frankie at this point in time. He just wanted to smell like ocean breeze or whatever the hell Marqui bought for them to use. Levion also just wanted to know what the hell were his friends doing even though he could take a pretty good guess.

He walked through the lobby of the hotel and unto to the elevator. Everyone tried very hard to avoid the elevator Levion got on because well, you know why. He simply looked disgusting. He couldn't care less. Less people means less stopping on the -Win. He rode all the way up to his floor, got off and walked to his hotel room door. Luckily someone left the door Levion knew who left it opened because attached to the knob was a note that read "If you're reading this, that means you made it asshole. Now go take a fucking shower because I know you stink because there's barf on you and it's yours. Your *P.I.C. Enrique" "So he did know I was coming. That bastard" Levion thought and smirked it off. Well, that answered the question from earlier though about whose puke he was covered in. Great. He walked in and boy was he right about his friends. Oh how he knew them so well.

*P.I.C.= Partner In Crime

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