Ciaran Arrives in Vegas at 2:10am His deal is scheduled for 2:50. Fresh off the plane, tired and hungry, he gets straight into a taxi; he clutches his suitcase of high end narcotics like it's a new born baby.

Ciaran says:

"Hey, take me to the strip as fast as possible I've only got a few hours and I need to make them count, thanks."

The driver just nods and says:

"No problem sir ill try my best."

Ciaran has a habit of over thinking things. Expect the unexpected is the usual sentiment. Although a delay is his flight is something that can't be expected.

The usual short drive to the strip is made longer by the build up of traffic.

5 minutes into the journey Ciaran says:

"Fuck sake, here take this, I'm getting out here, I've had enough delays today. Thanks."

The Driver takes the money from him and Ciaran exits the car.

The Strip isn't far from the Airport its in walking distance but with the items in his suitcase, a 20 minute walk at 2:15am would not be the safest option when he is not carrying a weapon.

Ciaran says:

"These streets look a lot more dangerous when your gun is back in New Orleans"

Ciaran knows Godmother Aurora controls Vegas; she does a great job of keeping the City flowing with drugs, money and gambling. Great for some but for an unarmed Mafioso with 180k work of coke on him and a paranoid personality this can only mean trouble.

Ciaran says:

"I got to get to Charlie by 2:50. It's nearly 2:25 now. Should only be another 15 minutes to the meeting point, if I fuck this up my tribute to the boss will be cut, LilWayne wont be happy"

15 minutes later Ciaran arrives at the back of an old cinema on the edge of the strip, the usual meeting place for his drug contact.

Ciaran says:

"2:40am, five minutes to spare but where the fuck is Charlie, he's normally waiting for me, not the other way around"

Standing alone in the darkness at the back of cinema Ciaran's watch strikes 2:45am:

Ciaran says:

"Still no sign of him...fuck this; I wish I had my gun"

Ciaran anxiously looks at his watch again, it read's 2:51am

Ciaran says:

"He's officially late, Charlie doesn't do late. This deal can't go wrong I need this cash. If I don't make at least 40k profit from this I'm screwed. I may as well just put the concrete shoes on myself."

As the watch strikes 3:00am Ciaran decides to head back out onto the strip. He contemplates his options as he has 180k worth of coke in a suitcase and 500 dollars in his pocket.

Ciaran starts panicking:

"What now! What the fuck can I do now; I can't find another buyer in the 4 hours before my next flight. I can't fly with the coke; my only contact in airport security is back in New Orleans....ok....ok....calm the fuck down. Weigh up my options...

1. Ditch the coke, cut my losses. Big losses!

1. Try getting a buyer for the coke, I may have to take a big price cut but it's something, only problem is I have 4 hours before my flight home and I don't fancy sticking around any longer than I need to.

1. Turn the 500 dollars in my pocket into 40k.....maybe not.

First things first, get to pay phone and try get on to Charlie.

Ciaran walks down the strip to the nearest pay phone. He calls Charlie's number.

RING RING

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RING RING

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RING RING

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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

Ciaran says:

No answer, no voicemail. Look's like this deal is dead in the water. Hold on...Aurora has a casino around here if memory serves me right...she must have a few dealers who would want some coke. I can't go walking into the Godmother's casino loaded with coke without permission....ill call Birdman, hell know what to do.  

Ciaran calls Birdman

RING RING

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Birdman answers:

"Hello, who is this and what's your business, by the way its 3:10am, what kind of time do you call this?!?"

Ciaran says:

"Hey its Ciaran I'm in Vegas and I need help"

Birdman says:

"Help? What kind of help? I'm not cleaning up your dead hookers again"

Ciaran says:

"No no its nothing like that, I'm stuck in Vegas with a suitcase full of coke that I need to offload, I know Godmother Aurora has a casino around here and from what I know its normally packed to the brim with Mafioso's, I'm sure one of them will be in the market for some coke. I don't feel it right for me to contact her directly could you get Lilwayne to contact Godfather Death-Knight and see if the Godmother has anyone who wants to make a deal. I know this is asking a lot but it could be good business for us and for relations with Vegas in the future"

Birdman says:

"That's some request... id rather you had a dead hooker or 2 to take care of. Ill see what I can do. Keep near this pay phone I will call back soon.

Ciaran anxiously waits for the call, who knew a usually simple deal, could go so wrong. His contact Charlie has always been a solid dealer in the past, the only explanation is that Charlie sleeps with the fishes. And if he doesn't, he might be seeing them soon.

The Phone Rings

RING RING

Ciaran quickly answers:

"Hello?"

Birdman Says:

"It's me. Good news, we have a contact for you, go to the Godmothers casino. Someone will be waiting for you at the blackjack table. Hell come to you once your there."

Ciaran says:

"Thanks Birdman you saved my ass again, ill talk to you soon"

Birdman says:

"Bye, no more fuckups please!"

The line goes dead..

Ciaran heads to the casino.

As he walks in he scans the room for the blackjack tables. They're at the far end of the casino, once there he scans the rooms again, the hustle and bustle of a casino floor is eerily calming when coming from a dark alley behind a cinema.

A man in a dark suit with slick dark hair comes up to Ciaran and says:

"Follow me please"

Ciaran follows the man up a set of stairs and into an office room. The man says:

"Sit here someone will be in shortly"

Ciaran takes a seat as the man leaves the room:

"Almost there, just need to offload this coke and get the hell out of Vegas"

A few minutes' pass then the door opens, a tall well dress man with a smirk on his face walks in, he introduces himself:

"My name is Tie I've been informed that Godfather Death-knight of New Orleans has authorized you to sell some cocaine to us."

Ciaran says:

"Yeah, I have a full suitcase of Coke that has recently been put back on the market"

Tie reaches for the suitcase, places it on the table and opens it:

"Ok here's the deal, I'm going to give you 90k for the lot, that's my only offer"

Ciaran says:

"90k?? I paid double that!

Tie speaks in a louder tone says:

"Its 90k or you leave with nothing"

Ciaran says:

"90k......I guess it'll have to do. Deal"

Tie swaps suitcases with Ciaran, Ciaran opens the suitcase and takes a glance at what looks like 8 bunches of dollars, he counts one bunch and it adds up to 10,000.

Ciaran says:

"Hey, theres only 80k here what's going on??"

Tie says:

"As you know a percentage of any profit made in Las Vegas goes to Godmother Aurora, the 10k is her cut. Any questions can be forwarded to you Godfather"

Tie leaves the room with the cocaine; Ciaran's head sinks into his hands.

Ciaran says:

"100k down...now what do I do..."

Ciaran takes the cash and slowly walks out of the office and down the stairs, he walks past the blackjack table. He stops and contemplates:

"Roulette...50/50 all on black....It'll only be at a loss of 10k then."

Ciaran walks up to the high stakes roulette table, he takes a deep breath...

He walks away.

"I can't do it, ill make the loss up to the boss another way"

Ciaran heads to the airport

When he arrives at the airport he grabs a coffee and waits for his flight. Ciaran sits thinking about how fucked up this day became.

No matter what happens in Vegas, the house always wins.

I cant believe you came in the streets and told of your business ventures! Oh well next time tell the story of all the dead hookers in New Orleans when I tried to save your ass that time, what a mess. *Birdman said with a grin.*

That story will die with me!  lol

I might have to tell my version of it than!

loved it good story telling Bro keep it up....

thanks, god bored in work so just started writing, not my best work!

thats jokes im going to make my version.. all credit to you

"Great story CiaranC."

LilWayne turns to Birdman.

"Yes you will have to tell your version, I would like to hear it."

LilWayne smiles.

TC listens to Ciaran tell his story. When he finishes TC walks over and says to him.

"Great story, really liked it. Hope to see more from you."