My friend Jayball has lived a life that most men could only dream of. Fast cars, women, fine dining, horse racing...anything that has to do with the good life in Las Vegas, he's lived it. The other night he calls me and asks what I was doing. "Not much, just watching a re-run of 'Walker Texas Ranger," I tell him, "What are you doing?" I then ask. "Jethro," he says, "I have not been out in a little while. Why don't you meet me at the Lodge in an hour or so. I'm treating." If he's treating it would be impolite for me to say no. So I throw on a nice shirt, brush my teeth and out the door I go.
"Hey Jethro, what the hell is going on?" When I arrived at the club he was already nestled up to the bar sipping Jack. "You see those two girls over there?" He then points very discreetly at a few beauties on the other side of the bar, "They've been giving me the eyeball since I first walked in. I haven't had a new girl in a while, so I'm going to make the move on them." Whenever Jayball sees Vegas cuties sitting all by their lonesome. Watch out! It's like a shark smelling blood in the water. "Go over to their table and tell them I want to buy them a drink," he instructs me, "See what they say." This isn't the first time he has honed in on some trim and used me as his errand boy. But since he's paying for the drinks. It was impossible to say no.
I mosey on over to their table and tell them this, "My friend over at the bar wants to buy you ladies a drink." I then point to Jayball. He's leaning against the bar with a wide smile on his face. The two cuties smile back and then wave at him to come join us. He makes his way over to the table and one of the girls says this, "We'd love to have a drink with you. You're Jayball, right?" Turns out he had dated this girls sister a few years back, "Guilty as charged, what's your name darling?" Jayball has more lines than Carter has liver pills, and I think I have heard them all. "I'm Greta and this is my friend Eve, pull up a chair and join us," she tells him. I immediately grab two chairs from the neighboring table and pull them over. "Honey, you can wait at the bar. My friend and I want to talk with your friend in private," Greta tells me. At first I was a little taken aback by her statement...but hey, it's Las Vegas. So I make my way back to the bar and perch myself while Jayball works out the details.
An hour or so passes and I notice Jayball and the two gals preparing to leave. I yell this at him, "What's going on buddy? Where are we headed to now?" He then looks over at me and says, "I know where I'm headed. I don't know where you are going. On second thought, you better make your way home. It's probably too late for you as it is. I'll call you in a week or so." He then proceeds to walk out of the club with a women on each arm. Leaving me standing there gawking.
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