Last Ride of the Night
When I was 21 I went to Vegas with a group of friends. We got separated due to people just wandering off and doing their own thing for a little while in some random casino. I had quite a lot to drink and these two pretty girls started talking to me. They seemed really interested. I felt like a stud.
They asked if I wanted to come to a club with me at the other end of the strip. Me thinking my night was going to be awesome, I obliged and we went outside to find a ride. They suggested we take a black car because it was nicer. We get in and they start flirting and laughing with me. Amazing.
We get to the location a few miles away and they hop out and apparently, we were not splitting the ride, but they said they’d wait for me. They get out and close the door and I see them walking away.
The driver just looks back at me, winces and says, “Yeah man, I’m sorry man, but that’s going to be $150.” Feeling like a chump but not giving up hope, I get out and the girls are gone. The driver, apparently having pity on me, offers to give me a ride back down to the other end of the strip for free since that was going to be his last one of the night.
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