It was 9 PM, Walter-White just got out of the shower, combed his hair, brushed his teeth and got fitted into his finest suit. The suit was a fine cut, found only in the underground stores - $1,200. His Paradise HQ had been busy lately, slowly growing and gaining strength. Walter was proud to be apart of such a fine family, and felt lucky to have met some wonderful people in this life of crime. His boss Muzzles was sharp as could be, and always active while leading with strength. Walter looked up to Muzzles; and a couple other of the fine men up above him. After applying his

gold socks and shining his shoes, Walter glanced at the local paper on his antique coffee table. Some  wild events, nothing too crazy, he thought. Walter needed a break, the past couple weeks he had been busy perfecting his blue crystal formula, something that he knew could make him millions of  cold hard dollars in this life. At a 98% purity, it was guaranteed to be the finest meth drug Las Vegas had ever seen. Offering a quick euphoric rush, equaling an amazing high - with groundbreaking stimulation.. The customers would pay anything for it, and Walter knew that.  

His wife and son all but gone, living half-way around the country, Walter was alone, but ready for business. But first, Walter wanted to get out on the strip and hit up the night-life that Vegas was known for. After leaving his small apartment complex, Walter walked a few miles and BAM, the tall buildings, blinding lights, and laughing faces all around him.. This place was special, he could feel it deep within his body. 

He embarked onto the first casino he came upon and found his way to the blackjack table. After buying $1000 in chips, and sitting down at the table, Walter gently pulled a fine hand rolled cigar out of his pocket; watched the flame embody the fine tobacco leaf as he lit the delicious brown cigar.. After taking a few puffs, his face glowing, Walter placed $100 on the table.. The dealer started to deal, the fine sound of the cards being shuffled was like music to his ears; and all was right in the world. Walter loved it.

Vegas baby, Vegas!