You get to Vegas in record time. Wheeling into the Liberace plaza parking you spot your buddy, Fosters’ van. Once inside the museum you see Foster, shining up a jewel encrusted GT race car.
Foster greets you with a hardy back slapping hug. “Good ta see ya!” he chortles. “You want a private tour?” You smile, telling him you decided to take him up on his offer, if it still stands.
“No prob buddy.” Then lowering his voice he lays out the plan. “Come back in about an hour. We close at 5. I got the stuff tucked away for safe keeping. There’s a lounge across the street called Rum Runners and a 7-11 if you need smokes or a dog. See ya in a bit… oh and stay outta trouble!”
“You know me Foz!” you chuckle.
“Thats what I mean!” he smiles back.
Ahhh its good to see a smiling face.
Do you wander across the street to 7-11 and
or
… it never to early for a drink and maybe some companionship.
