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Mandalay Bay, Las Vegas, Nevada.
March 30, 2008. 2130 PST
Sittin' on them 22's, birds go for 22,
Lil mama super thick, she say she 22
She seen them 22's, we be in room 2-22'> Mandalay Bay, if nothing else, is huge. A 39 story hotel and casino resort, along with an 11 acre beach that includes a wave machine and a topless bathing area, Mandalay Bay has something for everyone (with money). The top five floors are reserved for the Four Seasons Hotel, and many nightclubs are housed withing Mandalay Bay's interior.
One of the most popular is the Rum Jungle. As dueling conga drums rise from the floor, Rum Jungle begins its nightly transformation into the hottest nightspot in Las Vegas. A world of rhythmic fire and melodic waterfalls, this visually spectacular three-tiered nightclub features the world’s largest rum bar and one of Vegas’ best dance floors. Alluring dancers, enchanting aerialists and exotic live percussions invite guests to realize even their most primal fantasies.
It is here that Cole Cash, known in most circles as the Grifter, has found himself this evening. Booming drums have been in his head the moment he stepped off the elevator, and while the bouncers check him for weapons and contraband (he was smart enough to leave both at home for once), he takes in the sights.
The dance floor is packed full of club goers, and barely-clothed dancers hang above them in steel cages, swaying to the music from the live rumba band. There are party decorations everywhere, and although the birthday girl has said she wanted this to be low-key, word still got around. Priscilla Kitaen, a.k.a. Voodoo, was the world's premier exotic dancer and one of the most recognizable faces in Las Vegas. If she was having a birthday party, people knew. That would probably explain the huge turnout.
Once the bouncers are satisfied and wave Cole through, he makes his way down into the bar proper, his eyes searching for the face of his friend Pris. She wasn't exactly hard to spot normally, but there were a lot of people in here tonight.
Finally, he spots her at the bar, talking to a group of women who are all stunning in their own right, but nowhere near Pris' level. Cole saunters over to them, dressed in a pair of very nice jeans, sneakers, and a white sport jacket over a tight-fitting black t-shirt. His hair is slicked back neatly, and if you'll pardon the pun, he's dressed to kill. He stops short of them, lighting up a cigarette and ordering a drink from the bartender while he waits to see if Pris notices him.
March 30, 2008. 2130 PST
Sittin' on them 22's, birds go for 22,
Lil mama super thick, she say she 22
She seen them 22's, we be in room 2-22'> Mandalay Bay, if nothing else, is huge. A 39 story hotel and casino resort, along with an 11 acre beach that includes a wave machine and a topless bathing area, Mandalay Bay has something for everyone (with money). The top five floors are reserved for the Four Seasons Hotel, and many nightclubs are housed withing Mandalay Bay's interior.
One of the most popular is the Rum Jungle. As dueling conga drums rise from the floor, Rum Jungle begins its nightly transformation into the hottest nightspot in Las Vegas. A world of rhythmic fire and melodic waterfalls, this visually spectacular three-tiered nightclub features the world’s largest rum bar and one of Vegas’ best dance floors. Alluring dancers, enchanting aerialists and exotic live percussions invite guests to realize even their most primal fantasies.
It is here that Cole Cash, known in most circles as the Grifter, has found himself this evening. Booming drums have been in his head the moment he stepped off the elevator, and while the bouncers check him for weapons and contraband (he was smart enough to leave both at home for once), he takes in the sights.
The dance floor is packed full of club goers, and barely-clothed dancers hang above them in steel cages, swaying to the music from the live rumba band. There are party decorations everywhere, and although the birthday girl has said she wanted this to be low-key, word still got around. Priscilla Kitaen, a.k.a. Voodoo, was the world's premier exotic dancer and one of the most recognizable faces in Las Vegas. If she was having a birthday party, people knew. That would probably explain the huge turnout.
Once the bouncers are satisfied and wave Cole through, he makes his way down into the bar proper, his eyes searching for the face of his friend Pris. She wasn't exactly hard to spot normally, but there were a lot of people in here tonight.
Finally, he spots her at the bar, talking to a group of women who are all stunning in their own right, but nowhere near Pris' level. Cole saunters over to them, dressed in a pair of very nice jeans, sneakers, and a white sport jacket over a tight-fitting black t-shirt. His hair is slicked back neatly, and if you'll pardon the pun, he's dressed to kill. He stops short of them, lighting up a cigarette and ordering a drink from the bartender while he waits to see if Pris notices him.