"Well...this is it, kid. Welcome to Las Vegas. What happens here stays here." Spencer told Carson as they drove past casinos in their Nissan rental car. "And...it's also the one of the leading causes to alcoholism, sex diseases, and gambling addictions." he added, seeing Carson's smirk out of the corner of his eye.

"How come you brought me out here in the first place?" she asked. The question had been bugging her since he said they were going to their hometown. "I thought the whole reason you disguising me as a boy was so dad couldn't find out about me."

Now it was Reid's turn to smirk. "First of all, call him William, and yes." he replied. "But I thought it would be kind convenient to meet him and help you learn about where you came from. Plus, I thought we could rake in more money from the casinos with you sneaking in and helping me with the cards, tables, slots, you know, basic stuff."

Carson smiled. "Good enough for me. Wait, am I gonna be alone during this thing while you meet up with William? If so, yes!"

Spencer smiled. "Nice try, kid, but I called in backup to help me out. Guess who, and you get a cookie." He had brought some sweets with him, just in case.

"Okay, let's see...uh...is it Woody?"

"Nope."

"Johnny?"

"Naw."

"Jay?"

"Not even close."

"Superfly Sister?"

Spencer almost laughed. "No."

Carson thought long and hard, then got an idea. "Michael?"

"Ding ding!" When they pulled into the hotel's parking lot, he grabbed two cookies, one for himself and one for Carson. She gladly accepted hers and began to nibble on it, and stopped. "Wait, it's Michael?"

"Yep. The new and improved Michael."

"Yes!" she said. "Way more better than home alone!"

Spencer smiled. She had loved Michael when they first met. Almost as if they were separated brothers meeting together for the very first time. They've been like that ever since. And now, their bond was even stronger since the adoption finally went through.

"So, what do you think William wants?" Carson asked as they walked through the lobby after they got their key cards.

"What?" Reid asked. Carson gave him an exasperated look.

"Come on, I don't think anyone is that dumb to call their abandoned kid out here for something this dumb...is he?"

"Well, maybe he is." Reid answered when they reached their room. He slid the card through and opened the door. They both gasped when they saw their room.

It was...amazing. The soft light that flowed in through the white curtains gave a comforting effect. It was a two-bedroom suite with a pull-out couch, a flat screen TV, free wi-fi, and two bathrooms.

"Dang...this is nicer than our apartment." Carson said as she dumped her stuff on one of the beds. It really was nicer. Their apartment was a complete mess. Books, clothes, and coffe cups (usually Spencer's, but sometimes Carson's) scattered the floor.

"Yeah." Spencer agreed as he dumped his stuff on the second bed too. They hadn't brought much. Spencer had brought his famous messengerbag and a backpack Carson brought a duffel bag and a backpack, and her guitar. She planned to play on a street corner as part of raking in more cash.

She sat down against the pillows and took it out and tuned it. She practiced all her important instruments every day. Her most important instruments were her violin, drums, piano, saxophone, and electric guitar. She played other ones too, but she rarely played them for her shows. She quickly got settled in and tuned and played the first few notes to "Free Falling" by Tom Petty.

Spencer listened for a few minutes and walked outside and pulled out his phone. He had promised his dad he would call when he landed. He flipped it open and realized he had a voice mail. He groaned and answered it.

"Hey, Spencer...uh...it's your father. Call me when you get this."

Spencer quickly hung up and went back inside. He would call after Michael came. Carson was in the middle of her song but stopped when Reid came in.

"When's Michael gonna get here?" she asked.

"I dunno, kid. Hey, wanna see a video?"

"Sure. Two girls, one cup?" she asked hopefully.

Spencer looked at her. "Just because you're a lesbo doesn't mean I have to be pulled into THAT." he said, pulling out this laptop. "I found these string of videos on YouTube called "Llamas in hats"."

He lied down on the bed next to Carson and looked up the video. He clicked on "Llamas in hats". Carson laughed at the crude animation. When it was over, she typed on the laptop. "I found this one video called "Mount Olympus:Hotel and Amusement Park"."

They spent the rest of their time watching videos until Spencer put his laptop on the nightstand and they both fell asleep side by side listening as the soft jazz music of Louis Armstrong filled the air in the crisp, August evening.