One Night In Vegas (Part II)

Previously: One Night In Vegas (Part I)

Let The Game Begin

The doors to leave the MGM Grand and hit the southeast end of the Strip are dead ahead of us.

We hesitate, coming to a standstill. We all instinctively feel there is unfinished business here. I look to our left and see a crowd of people around an indoor lion cage. “We should talk to some girls,” I say. Gmac and Rookie agree.

We walk over and scope out the situation. There aren’t any really cute girls. There’s a bachelorette party with maybe one or two decent girls, but Gmac warns us not to waste our time with bachelorette party girls. Too flakey. Doing their own thing.

I talk to one girl about her camera as she snaps some pictures, but it doesn’t hook.

Well, we gave it the ol’ college try at least.

Let’s get the fuck out of here.

****

We head outside and cross the street to see what’s going on at New York New York. Gmac remembers a mythical bar there that serves really cheap booze. We get inside and ask for directions to the “bar with the cheap booze,” and we are directed literally 10 feet away from where we’re standing, to Coyote Ugly. The person we ask looks a little dumbfounded, turns to his side and says, “You mean right here? That’s Coyote Ugly.”

I never saw that shitty movie, but if I remember correctly, the trailer featured hot bartenders dancing on the bar. We figure we’ll check it out, since they’re having a $2 beer special.

****

We get into Coyote Ugly and are confronted with Roosh’s nightmare of our post-apocalyptic America come to life. It’s like some Orwellian experiment where the fattest girls rule the hierarchy, and everyone stands around and indulges them. Me, Gmac, and Rookie all exchange knowing glances. Something is very wrong here. There is darkness in the heart of this evil place. But– fuck it– 2 dollar beers!

We lean against the bar and make fun of the fat chicks. It just gets worse and worse, with the MC bartender encouraging the fat girls to dance like sluts and put themselves in sexual situations. We notice there’s one chubby girl in the group who would be really cute if she lost 15-20 pounds. Rookie says, “Thank you, McDonald’s.”

I get a text from the MILF I met earlier in the day. “Hi it’s (the MILF). Thank u again 4 the back room connection..it was refreshing meeting a mature almost 25 yr old..hope 2 c u 2nite but if not thanks 4 the convo.”

Eventually, we notice one hot girl on the other side of the room. She and her friend come to the bar (on the far side from me, with Rookie and Gmac in between). I say to them, “Well, this is why we’re here, I’m gonna talk to them.”

I walk right up and use a variation of the oldest pickup line in the world (“Do you come here often?”). But it works. It’s all about your vibe and how you say it.

“Have you guys been here before?”

They look over. “No!”

“It’s pretty… interesting, huh?”

The conversation is nothing outrageous, but I have a good attitude. They are more than happy to get to know me. I tell them I’ll bring my friends over to meet the rest of their group. We begin walking, and I turn to Rookie and Gmac: “Come meet some girls.”

We join their group, and like the well-trained wings they are, Rookie and Gmac allow me to move back in and isolate the hottest girl in the group (I opened the set, so I get first dibs). We have a fun conversation, teasing her about being a small-town Wisconsin girl in Vegas for the first time.

I can tell Rookie and Gmac aren’t really feeling the group, so after a few minutes, I get the tall blondie’s number and find out they’re going to XS that night. I tell her I’ll get in touch and maybe we’ll all rendezvous later.

****

We’re all just about ready to leave this shithole. We’re watching some pathetic dudes hit on the fat chicks. One guy is a fairly ripped bro who is there with the chubby cute girl from before. The MC gets them to make out, and then she jumps in his arms and he picks her up. “Good thing he’s been lifting,” I observe.

Another dude gets “lucky” enough to be picked to have a fat chick straddle his face and drink from a cup between his legs. He seems pathetic and the hostess asks if he’s horny. “Always!” he eagerly replies. We shake our heads in sad disgust.

Rookie and Gmac walk outside to hit the bathroom, and after one final moment of surveying this vast wasteland, I step outside into the casino thruway.

I see a hot bartender working the “outside” bar (still inside New York New York)– she’s got huge tits with nerdy glasses. I ask her for some water and start a conversation. We get along well and she starts telling me how she’s in a bad mood because she’s on her period. Another dude who works there comes by and says something to her, and I say, “Watch out, man. She’s on her period.” I want to rub it in her face that she over-shared.

She tells me her name and says she’s working all night, but she’ll be at a certain local joint the next night. Unfortunately I’m in town one night only, so I just say bye and we part ways. I didn’t bother asking for the number. I don’t need to hold onto one Vegas lead that may or may not help when I’m back there months from now. But in hindsight I guess it never hurts to have a local hookup (in the networking sense).

****

I reconvene with Rookie and Gmac. They’re on the phone with VK, who apparently had a wild night and is still recuperating. I’m hoping to meet him at some point.

Rookie tells me the hot girl’s friend was complimenting my game in the bar. “She said most guys come up to her friend and make fools of themselves, but she was impressed how smooth you were.”

“I don’t even remember what I said.”

“I do. You said, ‘Have you guys been here before?’”

“Oh yeah. That was nothing special… I guess it’s just about how you say it more than way you say.”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

I’m glad I’m earning the respect of these guys instead of making an ass of myself. They even compare me to Roosh and VK because of my willingness to cold approach. Definitely a solid boost to my self-confidence.

****

We hit up my secret spot for a free meal. There are a bunch of other people in the room, so we don’t get to talk much. Just watch some basketball.

As we’re leaving, we see three semi-douchey guys walk in. “Where’s the In N’ Out?” they ask the Asian attendant. He tells them one moment, and disappears into the kitchen.

A moment later, he walks out with two HUGE bags full of In N’ Out burgers and fries. The guys start devouring the food, and Rookie, Gmac, and I look on in awe.

I walk over to them. “Yo, how did you guys hook this up?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

What a dick. I still want to find out.

“I’m just curious, I think it’s awesome.”

“Where there’s a will there’s a way,” another one says.

Whatever. Fucking douche bags.

I walk out with Rookie and Gmac, and we all agree those guys were tools.

****

Rookie is staying with VK so we drop him off there. I’m the only one with a car, so I’m playing chauffeur now. We’re all gonna get ready to go out for the night and then reconvene. Gmac and I drive back to his place… the Super 8 Motel.

On the drive, I pick Gmac’s brain about being the new member of Roosh’s DC crew. I am sworn to secrecy on some things, but overall it sounds like a great group to be a part of. Gmac’s the new guy, but I can tell he’s fitting in well.

We swap a few stories, and talk about life in the Game. It’s great to have guys around who get it. It makes me more eager to find great wings in LA. It’ll be hard to find guys as good as these, though.

We get to the Super 8 and walk in through a lobby that looks like a crack den and smells like a nursing home. It’s seedy but who cares– it’s Vegas.

And the night is still only just beginning…