Country's POV
I woke up to a loud banging noise. It sounded like it was coming from outside of the bus, and the entire vehicle shook. I reverted the recliner to normal chair status, stood up, and rubbed my eyes.
"Yo, Larry!" I heard some girl outside yell. "There anyone in there?"
"I think so, J," Larry called back, and I leaned over Scene and Flowchart to look out of a window. Larry pointed a stringy finger at me. "I was right!"
After stepping over Straight Edge, I walked to the front of the bus and opened the door. I stepped onto the ground and faced the two people. I could tell by their uniforms that they were cops.
"Hello," said the girl. "The name is Jesse. You're...?"
"I'm Country." I offered my hand to Jesse, but she didn't shake it.
"No, honey. You're real name."
"Oh, Carrie."
I heard a loud buzzing and looked up to see Indie poking his head out of an emergency exit window. "What's going on out here?"
"Who drives this vehicle?" Larry asked.
"Me," Indie replied sternly, and removed his head from the window before closing it. I heard a loud thud promptly followed by a groan from inside, and then Indie met us outside. "Why?"
"You were parked illegally, sir." Jesse extended a pair of handcuffs. "And you never left, so you're also trespassing. We're going to have to arrest you."
By this time, Flowchart, Scene, and Straight Edge had made their way out of the bus, too. Flowchart raised his hand slightly, and then spoke. "This isn't an arrest worthy manner, miss. The owner of this building should have talked to us first."
"They did," Jesse said. "An hour ago. No one responded."
"We were sleeping!" Straight Edge replied, clutching his stomach.
"And now you're resisting arrest." Larry reached for his pair of handcuffs, too, as another cop car pulled up for a total of three. Scene had her phone out, which Larry soon removed from her hands.
After a few minutes we were all ushered into the cramped police cars. It was two to a car for the most part, with Indie on his own. Flowchart and Straight Edge were together, and I was with Scene, who was crying. I patted her on the shoulder.
"It'll be okay, hon."
"I hope so."
{Vegas Lights}
"But miss, I don't know her number," I said to an old lady behind a counter at the police station. "I have it in my phone, and I can type it into the police phone once I get my cell. Someone else can hold it, I just need her number!"
"Fine." Counter-Lady reached under a ledge and took out a plastic bag. Inside was a phone. "What's her name in your contacts?"
"I.C.," I said, and the lady fumbled around with the bag a bit before shoving it in my face. I could just barely make out the numbers. "Thanks."
I grabbed the receiver of the blocky wall-phone they let you make your one phone call on. I typed in the number on the key pad, and listened for a response.
"OMG, you just reached the cell phone of, the one-and-only, Miss Jam-" I heard her voicemail say. I listened to the rest of it, and then said my message.
"Hey! Me and a few friends got arrested in Vegas," I told the receiver. "And I know you're here right now, so I need you to go down to the Vegas Police Department and bail us out."
I put the phone down and a cop led me back to holding. Indie was leaning against the bars with Straight Edge and a man with bits of fur sticking out of his mouth. Flowchart was trying to protect Scene from the ramblings of some drug dealer.
You better get here soon, I thought, and sat on a bench in the corner.
Half an hour later, I heard the fast-paced clicking of heels on the ground. "I don't care if I 'have to stay in the hotel'. I need to get my identical cousin out of this prison!"
I saw a cop and Idol turn a corner, promptly followed by a small man carrying a large camera and another man in an extremely crisp suit.
"But it's in your contract!" the crisp-suit man called as Idol ran towards me. "Plus, it's just holding!"
Idol ran over the cell and we met at the bars. The cop unlocked the cell, and called out our names. "Jeff, Melvin, Norma, Jeb, and Carrie. You're free to go."
We all left the cell, and Idol hugged me.
"Identical cousins!" we sang together.
"Touching reunion," the cop said. They were a frail woman, with shoulder-length, brown hair. "But we've got to get moving. You're stuff's at the counter." She led us to the area where I called Idol, and we were all handed little baggies with our phones and wallets.
"What'd you guys do?" Idol asked as we walked outside, and we all took turns piecing together the story.
"Damn," she said when we were done. "Sounds fun."
"It was!" Scene said. "There weren't enough police dogs, though."
"And the bus got towed." Straight Edge ran his hand through his hair. "So we're stuck."
"Oh, no you're not!" Idol led us around to the front parking lot of the precinct. "I'll take you back to the casino where the hotel I'm staying at is, in my limo."
{Vegas Lights}
The ride to the casino would have been a lot cooler if the producer of Idol's show hadn't talked through the entire thing, ranting about her contract and loyalty. Eventually we got to the casino, though, and we had to say bye to my identical cousin.
"Well," Indie said once Idol had gone back to her room. "Since we didn't get any less broke after that experience, we should probably count up our money to see if we have enough to get a cab and get our bus back."
We all took out our wallets and counted our money. I had $31, Indie had $6 (in dimes), Straight Edge was broke, Flowchart left his wallet in the bus, and Scene had 132 Dum-Dum wrappers.
"If I'm not mistaken, $37 won't be enough to get our bus back," Flowchart said.
"Shut up, Flowchart." Indie walked over to the border of the area sectioned off for slot machines. "We're all 21, right?" Everyone nodded, and Indie stepped passed the barriers. "$37 and an immense amount of candy wrappers may not be enough for a one-way-ticket back home, but it is enough to play some slots."
Scene made some sort of bizarre noise, which was cut off after a few seconds. "Wait, what are slots?"