"Maddy," she said, shaking it. Her still-drying hand was the same temperature as Theresa's. "I've been there. It's okay. Awesome drinks if you don't mind moving into a cardboard box, just so you can pay your tab."

But that was the way with Vegas. She wished locals could carry some kind of residency card to get discounts.

"You like to dance? I try but I look like a retarded sea monkey."