Chapter Thirty Nine
The Voo Doo Lounge, the opulent “Ultra Lounge” tattooed above the Rio Hotel had been the usual blast of a time. The bar had been packed as well as the “Private reservation booths only.” Slick comfy couches mostly filled with muscle prone young men and gorgeous party girls, who thought nothing of paying five hundred dollars for a bottle of Grey Goose Vodka than they did of the care of their own mortality, which was eminent.
The super chic place had, as was demanded a very hip DJ, who had spun rap and R&B for the scantily clad girls and the boys in their Under Armor gear, and as usual the place had been filled with flirting and laughter and nothing. Since everyone was stoned and drunk, and about to mate off for mindless s*x, most of the kids, who had no limits or anythi
