Race owns nothing and Pip owns her soul but promises to give it back for a cupcake with which to bribe her own version of Merry with.
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The coach pulled up out side a huge light covered building: 'Highlight' read the sign 'the only place to gamble! (Age restrictions apply).
Pippin looked gloomily out of the window. He should be happy. There was no reason why he shouldn't but he missed spending twenty-four hours a day with Merry. Life had lost its spark and the Frodo/Merry relationship was pissing him off.
It seemed to be taking its toll on Sam as well.
"Yey!" Merry shrieked from next to Frodo. "We're in Vegas!"
"Come on you two lighten up" Frodo laughed cheerily. "We're in Vegas. The land of drink driving gambling and…….er………..other stuff…like…"
"Ponies?" Sam cut in.
"Look a few things" Pippin mumbled. "A) we're basically skint. B) We can't go in because it's like that fair ground ride we went to in that Disney place. C) and there aren't any ponies of the sort your thinking of Sam."
"Lighten up!" Merry and Frodo coursed.
With that they left the coach, got kicked out a seven casinos for being 'Under aged' and ended up sitting in the sleaziest bar they could find that happened to have a fruit machine (it was broken).
Suddenly Frodo (after more Vodka than is healthy) declared that he could drink more than any of them, put together. This title was challenged by Merry and Pippin once more united in defence of their heavy drinking reputation they thought they had.