We went walking around the Las Vegas strip. Everything was overpriced, but Lisa just kept charging a credit card she was carrying like money wasn't a concern. She selected a fancy high-end restaurant with a dress code that made me feel very out of place.
After we ate, we got back into the limo and drove off. Lisa had requested that the driver take us somewhere, but none of us had heard what she said. Lisa, Alicia, and Carrie stood up through the moon roof of the limo making noise and keeping the eyes of all the people we drove past on them.
I stayed down below, listening to music. Soon enough, the limo slowed down. "We're here!" Lisa announced as the limo pulled into the parking lot of some place called "Sapphire."
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