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Yeah, if the year I spent

drivin' a town car in Vegas taught me anything,

it's than everybody's lookin' for an outlet.

I guess that's what I was to people.

An ear to talk to,

somebody with a face, but no name.

I was nobody to them.

That's why they talked to me

like I was the only one who could understand.

So, I listened and I learned a few things.

Mostly that nobody's exactly who they say they are,

even if they believe they're brazenly themselves,

everybody keeps secrets

and, well, I was the guy they told them to.

By the time I met them,

I thought I'd seen it all.

These guys, they taught me more about myself than church

or puberty ever did.

Maybe, if I woulda actually paid attention in church,

instead of jacking off,

I woulda gotten it sooner.

I shouldn't've gotten wrapped up in their shit.

I shoulda kept my distance,

protected the little hope of innocence

that I still possessed,

but there was so much about them that interested me.

Most of the guys knew each other from high school

and since they were only a handful of years out

their relationships still remained strong,

not battered by the toughness of time.

Give me another one.

You look like a fish.

Does that make you a pescatarian?

Maybe.

Oh, man.

Joey and Angel.

They had no business being together.

It was a huge fuck you to the universe

that two people so young and wild and beautiful

could even make it work.

But they were together.

Everyone seemed happy about it,

especially them.

They were kissed by the idealism of youth

and by each other, often.

Are you two gonna lock yourselves in your room

and bang all weekend like you did in Ca-boh

or are you actually into having some fun?

Then, yeah, there was Julian.

He had a baby face

and looked like he spent the majority of his days

wasting away on a beach somewhere,

but he was the mouth of the group.

He oozed charisma,

but it was obvious to me that he earned his place

by manipulating people.

He proved that the tongue was mightier than the sword or,

well, any shadow of muscle tone.

Are you two gonna lock yourselves in your room

and bang all weekend like you did in Ca-boh

or are you actually into having some fun?

It's Cabo.

Ca-boh?

It's Cabo.

Ca-boh.

Cabo.

Ca-boh.

Can you say Cabo right?

Ca-boh.

Cabo.

Ca bo.

Cabo.

That's what I just said.

It's Cabo, and banging is fun.

If you do it right.

Do it all right.

Oh yeah, we do?

I mean I get it,

but you can actually leave the hotel sometimes.

Maybe if you had somebody to fuck you at the hotel

you wouldn't wanna leave all the time.

Kyle was neither intimidated

nor impressed by Julian.

And a temperament that screamed a history between them.

Their present was too loud

for me to have heard their past but

the tension was there.

The battle of the blondes.

Don't be jealous, belle.

It's not a good look for you.

And that jacket is?

GQ thinks so.

You really should flip through sometime.

See what's new and now.

I'm new and I'm now,

so blow me.

Been there, done that.

Julian.

Look at me, Julian.

Guys, chill the fuck out.

This vacation's gonna be amazing.

Remember, positive vibes.

Always.

Let's just get to the hotel,

smoke and chill out.

I'm down.

If we try to get as chill as you,

we'd probably die.

Stop being such a pussy.

He is a pussy.

Tyler, he was gorgeous.

Hard body and soft smile.

The quietest of the bunch,

but that's why I was immediately drawn to him.

His parents deserved a thank you note,

not just for his politeness,

but for his face.

The world needed more faces like his.

There's our guy.

Hi.

Hi.

Please tell me that's,

you don't normally do that.

What?

- Put fucking ashes... - In your bag?

No, I do it in my fake ones,

but not your real ones.

So what are we doin' tonight?

Mm, I have my own thing going on tonight.

Oh yeah?

Are you gonna share with the class?

Oh my God, weren't you giving a shit

about ditching you guys in Cabo?

Now you're gonna ditch us.

I gotta get this figured out

so I can let loose tomorrow night.

Officially we're done asking him questions.

When people are that shady,

you don't wanna know what they're up to.

It can implicate you in shit.

Oh yeah, sounds like you're speaking from experience.

Like I said, don't ask.

I have a more important question anyways.

That driver though.

Is that a question?

I mean, he's hot, right?

Ew, Tyler, we don't fuck the help!

Don't even look him in the eye.

They hate that.

He's hot, go for it.

Mm, maybe we should just do our own thing tonight then.

Whatever.

Cheers, guys.

So are we waiting for anybody else?

No, I think we're all gonna do our own thing tonight.

Sounds good.

Where are we headed?

Henderson, 9424 East Jackrabbit Lane.

You got it.

I was told they need

various pickups and drop offs throughout the night.

I don't know,

I figured they'd be clubbing or something,

but no, that wasn't the case.

It was strange that he wanted to go off the strip.

I was kinda curious why,

but I'm not paid to pry.

Luckily for me,

he answered the questions I didn't have to ask.

So there's a guy out there,

I've been talking to him online for a while now,

but we haven't actually met in person.

Oh yeah?

Yeah, I'm excited,

but I'm kinda nervous at the same time.

That makes sense.

I mean, we've been like texting a lot.

Sending nudes, FaceTime sex, stuff like that.

He's so fucking hot

and he's into some weird shit.

Just what if it's weird in the moment?

Are you worried you're like,

in over your head or something?

No, it's not that.

It's just, it's a lot easier to say stuff over text

than it is in person...

His vagueness had me wondering

what the hell this guy is into.

My mind was on a one way trip

to a pretty disturbing place

when Julian let me in on this surprisingly vanilla kink.

It's not that big of a deal.

I guess a lot of guys are into the whole daddy thing.

You know, being called "daddy" while they're fucking you.

I guess it's kind of a common thing now, right?

Daddy?

Daddy.

I mean, he's not old.

He's more of like a teen dad

that wants to be a daddy.

I guess some daddies are young.

I mean, I don't really think it's an age thing anymore.

It's like a presence thing.

You mean like an authority thing?

Uh, maybe.

Maybe I could be into it then.

Him taking the lead.

We're into it over text so

maybe we could be into it in person.

Well, I'm sure it'll be all right

and if you wanna get out of there

you know who to call.

Thanks.

You're here.

I'm here!

Driver, can you pull over so I can piss?

Are you gonna get your gogo boy job tonight?

No.

Why not?

It was almost midnight

when I picked up the happy couple.

I can't dance!

Show 'em what you're workin' with.

Uh uh, I can't dance unless I'm actually fucked up.

Stop!

They were all over each other

and, well, I was mainlining caffeine.

You like your nipples fucked with?

No, I don't like my nipples fucked with!

Oh!

They were headed out to some club

where are these young, hot guys

went to meet other young, hot guys.

I don't know,

it seemed like a recipe for disaster.

You're being such a prude, we're in Vegas.

You know you can look at the dancers, right?

I'm secure enough to handle it.

Or I can just get pissed and wreck your hole tonight.

That's what I want.

For you wreck my hole.

Oh really?

Get pissed.

Is that?

Oh, fuck, yeah it is.

How'd you recognize him?

I've seen him in all your old Instagram pictures.

Did you know that he worked here?

I mean, I knew he worked in Vegas,

but not here.

What?

I thought you were secure enough

to handle me looking at other dancers anyway.

Yeah, but he's your ex.

He's hot though.

I'll give him that.

Like, really fuckin' hot.

Think he's hotter than me?

You can't do that to me.

That's bullshit.

Well, think he'd be down to hang out later?

You mean like, hang out?

Like, hang out.

Is this some kind of test or something,

'cause if it is I'm gonna fucking fail.

It's like giving a lion a steak and say, "Don't bite."

Why do you think everything's a test?

We're both looking at him,

like why not do it?

Shit.

I can ask him.

Go.

I can ask him.

Go.

- Hey! - Hey!

What's up?

How are you?

I'm good, how 'bout yourself?

I'm great, thank you for asking.

You look fuckin' hot.

Thanks, so do you.

What time do you get off work?

Um, in like an hour or so,

but isn't that your boyfriend over there?

I mean yeah, but we both wanna know

what time you get off work.

Are you serious?

I mean, if you're into it.

I mean, I'll come take those cookies.

I'll send y'all an address when I get off, okay?

We'll be there.

Awesome.

So is that where we're going next?

Yep.

I don't know what got into you.

You were jealous over there at the club,

but now you're just all of a sudden,

"Oh, let's go fuck him!"

A lot of alcohol's gotten into me

and what happens in Vegas

is supposed to stay in Vegas, right?

I mean, the same shit that's in you is in me,

so I'm no one to say it's a bad decision.

Love you.

Love you.

I kinda wondered if they wanted me

to talk them out of it or something,

but yeah, there was no way in hell I was gettin' involved.

The writing was carved into the wall.

Instead, I watched them walk towards

what could've been the biggest mistake

in their relationship.

Hey, come in.

Have a seat.

Do you guys want a beer?

Sure.

Nervous?

Thank you.

Thank you.

It's good ones too.

So...

Nice.

I know right.

I did okay.

Yeah, I'd say so.

You guys ever do anything like this

when you were together?

No.

No, he doesn't share well.

Looks like he's sharin' pretty good right now.

Yeah, I guess you could say that.

Do we need any rules?

Why the fuck would we need any rules?

He's bad, huh?

You've got no idea.

No one said a word on the way back to the hotel.

What?

Nothing.

I've been pretty isolated

for much of my life.

It was probably my own doing,

but it wasn't easy growing up on an island

feeling different than my peers

and it made me keep to myself.

But Vegas, it was like a whole new world.

One that was vibrant and alive

in a way that my hometown could never be.

Still, I was removed.

My life exists in between the doors of this limousine.

Sometimes I wished I was part of everything

that I got to see but never experience.

But mostly, well, I felt safe in my isolation.

Hey.

Hey, um,

I coulda driven you.

Do you want me to drive you back?

I have some time before Mr. Ross comes down.

Mm, it's all right.

I just picked up some chips

and I think it's only a few blocks.

Oh, and you're not like goin' out tonight or anything?

Mm, no.

They're all lookin' to get laid

and I'm not really feelin' that.

Oh, so you have a boyfriend or something, right?

No, not right now.

What are you doing?

Stop, you'll fuck up your fingers.

Yeah, my mom says the same thing.

Sometimes they can be right.

Moms?

Mm hm.

I mean, not always, but sometimes.

Yeah, I'll give her sometimes.

I don't really know

how an off-the-cuff comment about my mother

turned into an hour long conversation,

but, yeah, it did

and he told me about his parents and siblings

and friends

and I hung on every single word.

I loved hearin' him talk.

When he asked me questions,

I was even more tentative.

He definitely got me out of my shell.

Just, I don't know.

There was something about him I just,

I liked him.

Kissing him,

it was like a revelation.

It was more than just lips and tongues

and more than just his mouth.

It really felt like I knew him.

And I felt like he knew me too.

Well, I think Mr. Ross is here.

Cool, so, what's next.

Back to the hotel, club, titty bar?

Eh, I plan on spending the rest of my night

passed the fuck out on a pile of pillows.

All right then,

hotel it is.

Thank you.

I swear, Vegas is the only place where like,

you expect a low-key night

and you end up fuckin' a cocktail waiter

in a dirty hotel room.

Here you go, thank you.

How's it goin'?

What can I get for ya?

Uh, what's good around here?

Well, you kinda look like an appletini sort of guy.

Pass.

What kind of whisky do you have?

We've got Jameson.

We got Maker's Mark.

We got Bulleit, we got Jack, we got Knob Creek.

Okay, um,

let me do a Maker's Mark Manhattan on the rocks.

Sure thing.

Comin' right up. - Thanks.

Wait, what?

A dirty hotel room?

Yeah, I guess he knows

which rooms haven't been turned over yet.

It was pretty disgusting.

I mean, there was dirty towels on the floor

and old room service

and probably cum on the walls and everywhere,

but I don't know.

Worth it.

Here you go.

Ew, whose room is this?

Uh, I don't know.

I thought it was yours.

Well, I mean, it is for the next few hours.

I have a friend in housekeeping,

lets me use the rooms until they're ready for cleaning.

So you're gonna fuck me in a dirty bed?

I coulda got us a room if I knew.

Well, come on.

You can't tell me that this is the grossest place

that you've ever fucked.

Unless you were never a teenager.

You have a point.

Well, I'm pretty bright.

Ew.

Oh fuck.

I'm starving though.

Like after the fucking I was so hungry

I stole some fries off the room service tray.

We could get drive through if you're hungry.

Oh yeah, good idea.

But can we go in?

My treat.

Can we?

Give me a kiss.

My hot, my hot stinky booze breath.

Kiss me.

Kiss me.

Kiss me.

Good morning.

Morning, thank you, Valentino.

You're very welcome.

You don't look so good.

Fuck you.

I haven't slept yet.

Oh, you were driving last night or what?

Mm hm.

You need a facial.

I was riding that dick all night.

Dylan, he was the happiest whore

in a city full of sex workers.

He fucked for money two times a month,

didn't have to worry about bills, rent, car payments.

Only thing this kid worried about

is why I didn't do the same.

I like that bracelet.

Who'd you fuck for that?

He was pretty hot though,

for a businessman, super buff.

No, don't care?

Okay.

You're cute.

Thanks.

I don't buy it.

Like, I think you kinda exaggerate how hot these guys are.

I'm not exaggerating.

Okay, but like if somebody's actually attractive

are they really gonna have to pay for it?

It's not about having to pay for it.

It's about wanting to pay for it.

They have the ability to look at pictures of us,

pick who they want,

and they're guaranteed discretion.

What are you into?

You'll see.

Just so you're not a bad boy

and try to jerk off.

Oh!

Oh.

Mm hm.

Then what did you do?

We slept until we fucked again.

You slept?

I mean, on Egyptian cotton sheets

next to a gorgeous guy, yeah.

I hate you.

You hate yourself.

You can get this, right?

Of course.

I couldn't remember the last time

I felt giddy about the promise of someone's presence.

It was odd,

but an awesome feeling.

I liked that I wanted to see him,

that I knew him through our kisses

and I wanted to know more.

Drink up, guys.

We have a big night ahead of us.

I think it's weird that you sit up here by yourself.

Well, part of the job.

Not tonight.

Their plan was to go

to some swanky dinner before going back to their suite

to get blazed and wasted.

Hey, driver, can you be careful?

Called it pre-gaming,

but had me thinkin' it was more of a main event thing.

That's not bad champagne.

We're good, we're good.

It's the second cheapest.

So, do we know where Tyler is?

Yeah, I think Tyler's blowin' the

Yeah, Tyler's up front

tryin' to get head from the driver or something.

That's why he's driving so shitty.

So, if y'all just give him head

you don't have to tip him.

Sounds like a good plan to me.

Cheers to Vegas!

And Tyler up there.

Tryin' to get his dick sucked by the driver.

How's the driver taste?

I think he pretty embarrassed him.

You should come up to our suite and chill with us.

Oh I, I can't drink

if I'm gonna be driving you guys around.

There's other ways to party.

I was serious about coming up to hang out tonight.

Would Mr. Ross be okay with that?

Hey, Mr. Ross.

Can Cameron come up to play?

Depends on the game.

That's a yes.

I don't know

what I was getting myself into,

but I wasn't sure I cared.

Not when he was looking so irresistible.

So, are we gonna hate fuck tonight?

Well I'm not gonna love fuck you.

I would've followed him

into a room engulfed in flames.

Little did I know,

that's exactly where I was headed.

We're gonna love fuck.

It seems like there's gonna be a lot of fucking going on.

What, you don't like to fuck?

No, no, course I do.

What about smoking, do you like to do that?

I'll pass.

I have to drive you guys and stuff so.

We'll be here a while.

I think you'll have enough time to fuck it off.

There's your permission slip.

I think you'll be good unless Joey starts rolling.

Hell yeah.

I'm rolling.

I roll better than him.

Oh fuck off.

Attention everyone,

the unpleasant noise you are about to hear is not...

♪ On the other side of town with nothing to do ♪

♪ Grab a good bench for me and you ♪

♪ We'll kick back and watch the blue jeans spin ♪

♪ Throw another pair of panties in ♪

♪ See the overhead lights flickerin' ♪

♪ Well I got dibs on the video game ♪

♪ Drink hot chocolate from the vending machine ♪

♪ We're laughing on the newsie's sleeping pill ♪

♪ When you go to wear a coat one more pill ♪

♪ Drop a couple quarters baby I don't care ♪

♪ We got some dirty clothes in there ♪

♪ Let's go to the laundromat ♪

♪ Hold my hand and rub my back ♪

♪ Let's go to the laundromat ♪

♪ Smoke cigarettes and chew the fat ♪

♪ Let's go to the laundromat ♪

♪ 'Cause you're my girl and I'm your cat ♪

♪ Let's go to the laundromat ♪

♪ And never ever ever ever ever come back ♪

♪ Never never come back ♪

You're so shy.

No, it's just, I'm not used to this.

You little bitch.

Somebody as beautiful as you,

don't hide.

There's nothing hotter than the moments

when we stop trying to differentiate ourselves

and give in to our animal instincts.

Like my instinct to have my mouth on you.

Wait, where are we going?

I used to be into this.

Into what?

Like a bunch of guys.

Come with me.

What about giving into our animal instincts?

I want you for myself.

Why?

Honestly, I don't know.

Come with me.

Wow, it just, I don't know,

it just all looks so different from up here.

Hey.

You should come lay down.

Stop.

I live in Seattle.

Yeah, I know.

I just don't want this to be like a one time thing.

Well, I mean, like,

Seattle's like a two hour flight from Vegas, you know.

If you're into that.

I'm into you.

You know those people that fall in love at first sight,

end up getting married.

Yeah, there's tons of them in Vegas.

It's fucking wedding chapels all over the place.

I want you.

Yeah, you have me.

I'm inside of you.

You know what I mean.

Like, doesn't it feel different,

whatever's happening between us?

It did.

Touching his skin,

it felt like touching my own.

He was a stranger but

I didn't feel one thing strange about him.

He felt remarkably familiar, actually.

Felt drawn to him in a way that I never expected.

Marry me tonight.

What?

Marry me.

You're crazy.

Maybe, but I don't care.

We might crash and burn,

but at least we know we tried to fly.

I don't even know your last name.

Hill.

You could take it or I could take yours.

Parks?

Yeah.

Cameron Hill.

Tyler Parks.

You're fucking crazy.

Mm, I'm probably crazy,

but people make crazy decisions based on hate all the time

and I'd rather be somebody who impulsively chooses love.

It shouldn't have made sense to me.

I should've had more reason than to let it, but,

but he was under my skin

and even though I barely knew him,

I knew I was his.

Okay.

Bet you didn't see this comin', did ya?

I was worried you wouldn't come.

You know, you realize this whole thing's fucking crazy

and just not come.

I mean, this is obviously fucking crazy,

but tell me it doesn't feel right.

What feels right at night

doesn't always feel right in the mornin'.

Just sayin'.

Oh my God, they're not a drunken burrito at 4 a.m.

Ready?

Dearly beloved,

we are gathered here today

to celebrate the beautiful union of Cameron and Tyler

as they take their steps

into their first bounds of matrimony.

Maybe Tyler and I

had no business getting married.

Perhaps we're too young and too wild

or too beautiful.

Maybe we were just kissed by the idealism of youth.

Or maybe we were high on the promise of love.

Maybe I was lonely.

Maybe he was too.

Maybe we'd fail or maybe we wouldn't.

If I had a little more notice,

I coulda booked them a nicer place.

All I knew was

maybe wasn't a good enough reason

not to chase the feeling I had when he looked at me.

You may now share a kiss.

Let's go get fucked up!

Congratulations!

You're married now.

Unbelievable.

Unbelievable.

♪ Now our greatest fear is fear of ourselves ♪

♪ Now our greatest fear is fear of ourselves ♪

♪ What can you do for me ♪

♪ You can work on yourself ♪

♪ What can I do for you ♪

♪ I can work on myself ♪

♪ It's your choice tonight ♪

♪ You can let go or hold on tight ♪

♪ You can love or you can fight ♪

♪ Will you let go or hold on tight ♪

♪ You must sing your own song ♪

♪ And dance your own dance ♪

♪ You must sing your own song ♪

♪ And dance your own dance ♪

♪ The stage is clear what role will you play ♪