Daniel groaned, his eyes rolling to the concrete ceiling. He raked his fingers into his hair and tugged on it. “It’s only been an hour. It’s only been an hour, which makes it one. Goddamnit.” He thought about kicking a tire to vent some frustration, but decided against it. Instead, he hefted himself onto the low wall that overlooked the strip.

This was a fun change of pace. Get laid, feel spun up.

“I am so thirsty right now, I could eat…” He spread his palms to encompass the full spectrum of the population. “Name it, I’d bite it. Nancy Reagan, I’d bite it. Oprah Winfrey, I’d bite it.”