Page 28 of Jameson: Mayhem Makers

When we got back to our hotel, we decided to change and get ready for our night out. I wanted to look cute but also be comfortable because I knew we would be walking a lot, so I decided to go with some tight, holey jeans and a halter top that showed off all my curves.

The Sugar Factory was a literal adult candy store with a bar and restaurant. “Look at all the ducks,” Elise pointed out with a squeal.

I laughed. As we were led to our table, over-the-top drinks, extravagant desserts, and mini rainbow sliders dotted the bartops and other tables.

“The food looks so fun,” I said as we sat down.

“I know. I can’t wait to order,” Elise agreed.

I looked at the drink menu, and my jaw dropped. “Oh my God, those goblet drinks are forty-five dollars.”

“It’s Vegas.” Elise shrugged. “Wanna share one?”

I scrunched my nose. “I don’t know. That’s more than some of the food.”

Elise waved me off. “C’mon, we’re in Vegas for the first time! You only live once.”

Even though my dad was involved with the cartel, he didn’t move up in the ranks until recently, so I didn’t grow up with money like Elise did. She never cared how much anything cost, even if she spent money on someone else.

“Okay. The Watermelon Sugar one sounds yummy.”

“Watermelon Sugar, it is.” Elise smiled. “And we have to get an order of those cute sliders. It comes with a free rubber ducky.”

I giggled. “The spicy chicken penne alla vodka sounds good.”

“We can share that, too. It says it serves two,” Elise suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” I replied as I closed my menu and set it down.

“Um, you have to look at dessert, too. Did you see those shakes when we walked in?”

I arched a brow. “You think we’ll still be hungry after the sliders and pasta?”

“Well, maybe not, but it’s about the experience,” Elise said as she continued to look at the menu. “I’m thinking either the Cookie Monster or Rainbow Brite milkshake.”

“Are we sharing again?” I glanced around at the different tables and saw various huge milkshakes. “Because those things are gigantic.”

“Why not? We’re sharing everything else,” Elise replied with a shrug.

A server came to our table and greeted us with a smile. After we put in our order, we talked about plans for the night.

“Do you want to take an Uber to Fremont Street from the hotel?” Elise asked.

I nodded. “Definitely too far to walk, and I don’t want to have to find parking there or once we get back.”

Elise groaned. “Ugh, that was a nightmare. I don’t want to touch the car again until we leave.”

I chuckled. “I think we should definitely get one of those really tall drinks you see everywhere in Vegas.”

Elise gasped. “Oh, yeah. I read about a bar down there designed like a carousel. It has the horses that actually go up and down. They have those drinks there.”

“That sounds fun. We’ll go there first,” I decided.

“We have to do that zipline, too. It’s a must down there.”

Our server arrived with a giant goblet full of pink liquid, sour watermelon gummies, hard lemon candy, and smoke coming out of it. Elise took out her phone to take a picture once the server set it down. “That’s so cool.”

“I’ll be back with those sliders soon,” our server said with a smile.

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