The Pimp Chronicles of Chrona

Soul's stepping out of the police station, still reeking of piss mind you, after promising that he and Chrona would never return to Las Vegas. While Soul was almost positive that a lot of smooth talking was involved on his part to be able to walk out without even getting fined; he just wasn't focused on the situation back there because he was still putting all of his concentration on remembering what happened the night before…

10:12 p.m.

"Oh my god! This kid rolled another seven," Some random guy yelled.

The crowd cheers in excitement.

Chrona's standing nervously in front of a crap-table. Back when he was at the "Kit-Kat Club" and Soul was telling him about these magical drinks called liquor, Chrona had already drunk nine glasses but he didn't really feel any braver. He was starting to get bored waiting for Soul, so Chrona began talking to some of the people around him. They explaining to him about some of the fun games you can play there like Roulette, Blackjack, and Craps as Chrona's eyes grew wider and wider from his excitement. And before he knew it every time he threw the dice the man with the glittery vest would give him more chip-thingys, and soon more and more people were surrounding the table and start cheering.

Soul's running down the stairs to the first floor of The Kit-Kat Club to see if he missed Chrona or something. And began asking every patron,

"Have you seen a skinny, emo kid around here!"

No one seems to have seen Chrona, and Soul realizes that he's probably not here anymore and probably wondered off somewhere. As Soul left out the front door, he sees the man was crying on the strippers earlier passed-out next to a lamp-post. But then he realizes something… It's Maka's pervy dad, Spirit!

`What the hell is HE doing here, ` Soul screamed in his head.

Well it is Spirit after all, Soul thought; he could just be here for the strip clubs. Then again, they have been gone for almost the entire day and everyone is probably wondering where Chrona is. But this was a problem he'd have to deal with later, because even he didn't know where Chrona was at the moment. Then he heard it,

"Chrona! Chrona! Chrona!"

Soul ran into the direction where the screams were coming from, only to realize that it was a casino called… "The Excalibur…"

"God, even saying his NAME stresses my ass out," Soul grumbled to himself as he walked into the casino.

As soon as Soul stepped into the building he knew Chrona was there. Whether it was intuition or the fact that there was a mob of people circling a craps table screaming the Chrona's name Soul wasn't sure, though he insists it was the latter.

While Soul was attempting to navigate around the hundreds of patrons, he noticed that the casino had a personal DJ and he was mixing "Tik Tok" by Ke$ha with "Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is" by Ludacris. While he wasn't the biggest pop fan in the world, Soul would regularly mock almost every song in Maka's playlist as a sport, though even he was able to appreciate the mix.

After finally making it through every-damn-body, Soul was at arm's length of Chrona and realized the several mountains of playing chips actually belonged to him.

"Ch-Chrona is THIS where you've been," Soul stammered.

"Oh, sorry for making you worry Soul," Chrona apologized, "I've just been here playing this weird throwing game."

"Dude! How much did you win," Soul gasped.

"Win what," Chrona questioned, "You mean these?" Chrona motioned towards the mountain of playing chips. "Don't they just give you them every time for throwing."

Realizing that his friend had no idea what he was doing made Soul chuckle a bit, but then he began to wonder if Chrona even understood how currency worked. Soul arched an eye-brow and asked,

"So you ready to get going?"

Chrona nodded, "Okay, my arm's getting pretty tired anyway."

Soul then went into a 20 minute explanation trying to explain to Chrona that the chips were worth money. Even though Chrona still didn't understand what Soul was talking about he still helped turning it all in to the cashier. They ended up with a total of $738,000. They even put it all in a duffle bag and Soul couldn't have been more thrilled while Chrona couldn't have been more confused.

"I've been meaning to ask you Soul, why did you lie to me?"

"What are you talking about man?"

"Well… You said those weird drinks would make you braver, and I don't feel any different."

Before Soul could say anything, he realized that Chrona was right. They've both been drinking hard liquor for AT LEAST the last two hours but neither of them were drunk.

"Maybe we're immune," Soul commented, "But I used to get smashed with Blackstar, why can't I get drunk now?"

Chrona looked at the ground as they walked for a few minutes before suggesting, "Maybe it's because you have black-blood now too."

Soul pondered this for a couple of seconds before realizing that Chrona had to be right. "Son of a bitch," Soul internally yelled realizing that there was no longer any fun in under-age drinking!

As they began walking back to the car, Soul noticed something off about it. Like how it had cylinder blocks instead of tires and the doors were gone.

"Shit," Soul grumbled, "So much for the security."

Then Soul noticed someone standing close to the car as the two walked closer. He was wearing a plain suit and was looking kinda pissed. "Oh crap," Soul thought after realizing that it was his older brother, Wes.

"Let's go Chrona," Soul urged Chrona as he pulled him in the opposite direction.

"Um, Soul, who is that?"

"Heh heh, well funny story but that's my brother."

"Oh… And you two don't get along?"

"No, it's not that; well maybe now it is."

"Huh?"

"You see, um, you know how I said I borrowed the car? Well, I didn't tell Wes that I was borrowing it. Funny right…"

"You stole his car!"

"Chrona, he'll hear us," Soul hushed.

Before Chrona was able to say anything Soul placed his hand over his mouth while sprinting out of the parking garage while Chrona's feet dragged across the ground.

"H-Hey Shoul," Chrona slurred.

"What's up with you? Feeling dizzy," Soul asked as he carefully eyed Chrona.

"N-Nah Shoul, I've NEEVVVEERRRR been better!"

"Dude, you're seriously freaking me out. What's up with you?"

Chrona then grabs Soul by the collar at pulls him closer so they're face to face. He then licks his lips and whispers,

"Hey Shoul… Wanna know a secret?"

An extremely-nervous Soul mutters, "U-Um, s-sure…"

"Me thinks the Courage-In-A-Bottle is finally starting to work!"

A relieved Soul yells, "OH THANK GOD! For a second I thought you were gonna-"

Soul then stops midsentence after realizing what Chrona had just said, and started to noticed that he was feeling it too… All at once… And when he looked around, he noticed that he dragged them into a pretty bad neighborhood; he probably knew this because he just saw a cop shoot a hooker… And Chrona had the $738,000 duffle bag swinging back and forth on his neck… This does not bold well.

Soul decided to keep running until they found a hotel or at least stopped seeing Latinos trying to sell them cocaine at a discount price if they also bought a couple of Harry Potter books.

After finally seeing a decent hotel to stay at, Soul dropped Chrona off there, whom immediately passed out. He then went back out to purchase water, aspirin, and a camera (What friend WOULDN'T take a picture?). As he walked out, he began throwing rocks at passing cars because if he didn't have a car at the moment, neither should anyone else. It made sense at the time. Unfortunately, one of those cars happened to be a cop car and it didn't just make contact he broke the window…

7:10 a.m.

So now Soul finally remembered everything that happened the night before and was on his way to the hotel. As he walked in, Chrona was in the fettle-position while holding the pillow over his head.

"Soul… Why… Why didn't you tell me that this would hurt so much," Chrona whined.

"It's called a hangover dude."

"Well tell it to hang over somebody else," Chrona moaned.

Soul laughed, "Alright man let's go."

"A-Aren't you going to take a shower or something?"

"I know I puked on myself at some point, but I'm still positive that my I'm sterile…"

"What are you talking about?"

"I'M COVERED IN URINE!"

"Y-Your own urine?"

"… Yes…"

So both of them got cleaned up and went out to the nearest car lot and bought a Porsche. With that they had about $654,000 left, and continued on.

"Hey Soul, d-do you think they've gotten worried yet?"

"Meh, who cares? What's the WORST they can do," Soul taunted.

Oh, looks like Soul's testing fate there… Well now that I'm finally done with my two "Hangover" rip-off chapters, we might be able to finally see some ACTUAL story development! And I wonder if Spirit will have a part to play in all of this?... I hope you enjoyed the fourth chapter! Thank you for reading! Please favorite and/or review so I may get better and to help stroke my ego! Hahaha! See Ya! ~Traffic9991