It was a lazy kind of Saturday and five friends had nothing better to do than sit around the house and goof off. Ryan was playing random songs on his guitar as he sat in one of the mismatched chairs filling the living room. His happened to be a bright red, velvet-ish Victorian-style mahogany. Jon was on the faded cream sofa that sunk no matter how small the person sitting in it was. He was ligthly humming along and bobbing his head with the tune. Spencer was using the cherrywood coffee table as a drum and the vases as cymbals as he sat crosslegged on the old worn-down rug. Brendon was lounged across another one of the mismatched chairs, this one being a green plaid. His legs dangled over one of the armrests, and his head was hanging off the other. The owner of the home, Chloe, was sitting upside down on the sofa next to Jon, her legs propped up against the wall comfortably.
"Guyyyyyys. I'm bored out of my mind. There's gotta be something we can do around here. I mean, it's Las Vegas for crying out loud! People come here to do stuff." Despite her odd position, she managed to display dramatics with her hands as she talked without bumping into the coffee table.
"Maybe we should go somewhere else so we can see why they come here to do stuff," Brendon suggested with a wide yawn, his eyes drooping slightly. "Just not now, I need a nap."
"No! No napping in my house!" Chloe announced. She rushed off of the couch, into the kitchen and snatched a Red Bull out of the refrigerator. "I have the magic potion that cures all sleepy feelings!" Like a bullet once again, she was at Brendon's side with the open can.
Brendon's eyes shot open, and instead of sporting a wide yawn, he now held a wide, wicked smile. He chugged the entire can in less than a minute, and everyone knew exactly what would go down in no time.
It was a waiting game now. Once the drink had been in his system long enough, his brain would kickstart into idea mode. Then BAM! They'd have something to do. The quintet sat anxiously awaiting their fate for the rest of the day. Anything was possible. It was a bright, sunshiney day and the heat was as bearable as Vegas heat could be. All Brendon had to do was let Red Bull work its magic.
"Anything yet, Bden?" Spencer asked excitedly.
"Mmmm. Maybe it's getting there."
"We'll be spending the whole day sitting here waiting for you to think of something if it doesn't-"
"BY JOVE, I've got it! We'll go golfcarting!" Brendon yelled, jumping out of his seat and throwing his fist into the air with triumph. Spencer was nearly knocked out by this sudden eruption and was now on his back on the floor with fear written all over his face.
"Dare I ask what golfcarting is?" Chloe leaned to Jon, who looked almost as shocked as Spencer.
"Like go-karting, only on a golf course with golf carts. Bren likes going down stairs when he drives."
"I'm in!" Chloe shouted, standing as well. Soon, all of the crew joined, they were off to enjoy a fun-filled Saturday.
While out on the golf course, Chloe rode with Brendon, Spencer was with Ryan and Jon was with their good friend and security guard, Zack.
They all were racing around, hoping that the golf course's surveillance would somehow dismiss them. As they all rounded a corner, Brendon's attentinon was taken away by a structure a few feet away.
"Look! Stairs!"
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