Las Vegas - The Venice Hotel and then Providence Island, Friday Evening

[mouthy_merc]

After mugging a poor tourist for his clothing, and if he might say, Wade thought that he pulled off the fannypack quite well, he headed back to the hotel to let them know about the car.

With minimal distractions in the form of shiny slot machines and the occasional flyer for a hooker. He didn't even get a bachleor party. And that's all he wanted if he ever got married. Again. Damn Aly.

Once inside the room he flopped down on the bed. "They blew up my car!"

[[ooc: NFB due to distance, for konoha_flash, kypriothschoice and a special guest who knows who they are OMG]]

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[konoha-flash.livejournal.com]

"....and I don't have any sort of identification," Arashi pointed out. "So I ask again, WADE." He frowned. "How are we getting home?"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Relax, Arashi," Aly said lightly. "We could find another car too."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I just got blown up in a car!" Wade protested. "I'm not driving for... at least a week after that!"

But there was another way to travel. And it was much faster. Not to mention fun and all Scifi.

But then he'd have to talk to Nate again.

Get away from the mob or talk to his fourth favorite Christ figure. Choices, choices.

"Body Slide by Four."