There were many things that Daria had expected to happen when she actually used the free trip to Las Vegas she had won by entering that damn raffle at Jane's prompting.
She expected tackiness, flyers for hookers given out by panhandlers on every corner, booze everywhere, drugs everywhere, endless crowds, the infamous shows, and of course gambling, gambling, GAMBLING!
It was nice that she had a plus one in the form of said best friend Jane Lane, and that they were both 21 and able to enjoy everything Vegas had to offer, and that their social circles had expanded in college they had still remained close.
But back to the unexpected, and that unexpected involved having a gun in her face, an overweight redneck type holding said gun to her face, and THOSE TWO DAMN IDIOTS FROM HIGHLAND in the corner of the room.
"All I did was win a damn raffle." Daria complained, keeping her composure better than she expected under the circumstances.
"Huhuhuhuhuhuh. Whoa! Why'd they let Daria in a cool place like Vegas?"
"Heheheheheheheheh. Hey Butthead, maybe Darlia is like... Haunting this place. Hehehehehe. Because she died."
SMACK!
"OWWW!"
"Daria didn't die dillweed. She moved. Huhuhuhuhuhuhuh."
Daria looked at the guy with the gun and indicated slightly towards them, with an exchange of mutual annoyance he then aimed at the pair with intent to kill.
Then the mood was killed by someone knocking, "Housekeeping-"
It was the last thing that the maid got to say before Muddy Grimes took her life with his shotgun.
Daria's trip to Vegas then proceeded to deteriorate further after that.