sometime later.....
erich's meeting with ada had went very well. their daughter seemed to take to erich very well. the reconciliation with ada went......well,lets just say secrets are kept from anyone outside their direct circle.

dustyn was staring down fatherhood for a second time. erich hess could pop soon. but being erica,she was delicate and there was no way she was pushing a baby out of...there. so a c section was scheduled for a week or so from now. dusty took his new fatherhood pretty seriously,so wanted one more big night out. erich,was more than happy to oblige. invites were sent and soon the pair were sitting in the high roller suite of the flamingo in las vegas.

we join our boys,already in progress. erich was always good for bringing chemicals,but since he was with dustyn,he brought dustyn's favorite: a shopping bag full of cocaine. erich also had a golden girls fanny pack that contained all sorts of other stuff.

the flamingo

elvis's suspicious mindswas blaring at atrocious volume from wall mounted speakers. erich sat on his knees cutting the coke into lines on the glass table with a stolen spatula from benihana. he was shirtless and wild eyed and gesturing madly to dustyn. " you see,THAT is why the girls at the shows here wear tassels. its god damned true. they can deflect bullets just by spinning them. fuck,i'd take the gun down there and show you now,but they frown on you doing that. its some big secret,all hush hush." erich says before snorting of his lines. "my compliments to the chef!" he announces,holding up his prized spatula.

erich nods several times to dustyn. " oh shit yeah,they are veritable queens of this town. poor dears tool YEARS to recover from that awful movie about them. erich waves his spatula dismissively at the prospect of actually seeing these women in person. even on the best of days,he had no real interest in seeing strippers or showgirls. with his recent actions,he felt he should be ultra devoted to his...girlfriend? erich hits the button to play the song again,it was one of his favorite. "if we are out there among the masses and we're cornered by on of these women? i'd suggest just looking them right in the eye. they wont expect it." erich says with a firm nod. he felt he knew what to do on this expectation. and an expedition it was going to be. they were in vegas and they needed to be out there and make an impact." this is some fine,fine stuff,dustyn! i bought it from a guy with a literal eyepatch! i think he charged more for ambience.but i think it was totally worth it." erich takes another inhale of the powder and swung his spatula like a fencing sword. "so you're free for tonight and tomorrow? i dont think we're going to be available for contact" erich says before taking his phone from his back pocket and throwing it out the window. "we arent being tracked on my watch."

Erich coughs and pretends to buff his nails on his non existent shirt. " I've had no complaints in my handling of the naked ladies." He says with sarcastic bravado. Erich was not the sort to brag about his abilities,he found it a terribly tacky thing to do. He does stop his chest puffing out to laugh in a scoffing tone. "Patrick Dempsey?! You watch Grey's anatomy?! Wow. Suddenly,my golden girls fanny pack seems butch in comparison." He grins over to dustyn. He did love the the relationship he had with dustyn over his sexuality. Erich hadn't known until he met dustyn that someone could be,quote: too gay to drive. Erich's own adoptive father was gay,but he could drive just fine. Maybe it was someone one grew out of,dustyn recently learned how to drive. Properly wired up,Erich broke out a bottle of wild turkey. He bit the cap to pull it out of the bottle like a pirate before spitting the cap out. It bounced off the table and onto the floor. " i would sooooooo buy drugs off someone named Madame x. Like a woman of international mystique and intrigue. " erich had no clue about Madonna outside the 80s and 90s. So this reference was lost on him. " you keep those sort of things on your phone?! I don't want to hear anything about your phone getting hacked and your nudes out there . all i keep on my phones are cat memes." Erich says suspiciously. He wasn't the sort to want to leave a trail. Especially now that he did have something to hide: his relationship with Ada. Which He would let dustyn in on,just not yet. This night was for fun. " we should totally go see Wayne Newton. He's Mr Las Vegas,you know." Erich says,drinking from the bottle.

"i have it on good report that doctors' lives arent that exciting...unless its the aforementioned dr who." erich says with semi authority. he'd been to a doctor once and the only drama he heard was the doctor complaining about lunch being late. he then remembers that dustyn is well aware of erica's pregnancy. very aware! "well,i imagine erica's doctor has some tales to tell. the woman looks just like the porn star,mi- i dont know which one." erich says,poorly covering that he knew the exact actress. erich looks highly offended dustyn finds his fanny pack so funny. "hey! you know how desirable a golden girls fanny pack is?!" he asks dusty,using his spatula to punctuate each word. erich takes another little bump to get him as worked up as he feels he should be in the face of this...this transgression. "if you dont like your drugs being carried in a pack that smells like cheesecake...well,well,i'm afraid i dont know you,sir!" erich grins and hugs dustyn tightly again. erich takes a large drink of the bottle and bobs his head to elvis,looking pleased that dallas shares his drink of choice. " see? i know dallas was a good guy. he loves dustyn and he likes value priced kentucky whisky."


"jesus,dusty!" erich exclaims at the quality of the nudes of dustyn out there. he had forgotten until recently that he had a sex tape out there. but even then,the c word was not mentioned. that still remained the grandaddy of all swears in the usa. the pictures of dustyn and his family were very cute. erich thought briefly that soon he may such things on a phone as well. he..also had a family now. " you dont know wayne newton?! i should suck the coke right out of your nose,man!" erich looks at dusytn's open mouth and his bottle. erich turns away slightly possessively of it. "mr newton is only the living personification of las vegas entertainment!" erich exclaims before giving in and pouring the bottle into dustyn's open mouth. erich knew he was irish,so he gave him a good slog of the stuff." we're going to find this bastard and let you meet him. you will be in awe of him...he had a monkey that bit a girl. god damned thing just pounced on her. now tell me that bastard doesnt sound like someone you want to know."

"but of course! one should always take dirty pictures with their lovers." erich exclaims,as if this is the key to a happy relationship. he'd only done the one video with ada,so there were few and far between of risque pictures on his end. but he did find the idea interesting. "if dallas didnt check you for cancer,could he really even be considered your husband? if he didnt occasionally check,its like saying he wants you to have cancer. im going to call him right now to remind him." erich exclaims,before patting his pockets to no avail. his phone was laying on the las vegas strip 20 floors down or so. "god damn rat bastards. keep an eye on your valaubles,dust. they will pilfer you right here in the room. where we sleep!" erich had forgotten he'd thrown his own phone out the window. erich,in spite of being semi famous,existed in very few pictures. he figured people knew what he looked like,so why would they want a picture of him? "all right. but if this camera steals my sould,i'm going to be pissed and the devil is going to be pissed. he already owns it twice." erich replies,taking another herculean snort until he is pretty sure he can see through metal now. "so ...how should we pose? bunny ears? dicks out,or what?" erich asks. photo protocol wasnt something he was up on." the monkey may have been shaved and put into witness protection under the name daniel kahn. " erich states while admiring dustyn's socks. "dust...they're going to give you shit about not having shoes on in the casino. fucking uptight bastards probably are going to give us guff about not having shirts on too. i'll spatula a mother fucker if i have to.

"wise man,wise man." erich and pats dustyn's back with the enthiusiaum that only comes with being beyond buzzed and into professional chemical user territory. in a perfect world,erich would have augmented this with some sort of hallucinogen,but he still had a tolerance built of from ada's visit. it would merely be wasting good drugs at this point. erich dramatically unzipped his fanny pack,making sure dustyn saw it,before producing a blunt the size thickness of a hot dog. he needed something to take the edge off. coke made him jumpy,he actually rarely used it outside of work. this was more dustyns scene. erich figured the picture wouldnt be seen outside of dustyn's immediate circle. hopefully so. erich knew he had billy beat in sheer wideness,that would burn the old boy up if he ever saw it. "tasteful nudity it is!" erich exclaims,moving close to dustyn and dropping trow. with the amount of nudity that surrounds weekend,its only right that erich gets involved too. erich nods along with dustyns words,agreeing with every syllable. "youre right. fuck these scalawags! you're dustyn blue of weekend. you deserve to be comfortable. i do too!" he bellows,now arranging his golden girls pack like a bandolier

"i god damned saw it! that table jumped out so it would get you. we cannot abide such...such insolence!" erich bellows,patting his pockets where a pistol would be. but alas,there is none. so erich grabs his benihana spatula and wacks the table to avenge dustyn's injury. the tempered glass instantly shatters ,covering the floor in glass in glass and several thousand dollars worth of cocaine. both are now utterly useless."i have more,dont worry. we wont have to snort around glass to get our fix. we are not savages." erich states,wishing to the dear lord he had a pith helmet. erich took the phone gingerly. he assumed with dustyn being a huge star,this phone was something special and extremely valuable. erich does snap a picture.but its just the top of their heads and wild wild eyes. no peen makes it in frame. " "you having a go?! i'll have you know this very willy made a lovely woman very very happy the other night. dont think i wont spatuala that thing!" erich cracks up,weidling his spatula very close to dustyn's area. he takes a few play swings to emphasize his point. erich,a paranoid person on a good day,hears dustyn's words about helicopters and hurls a couch cushion towards the vast window. he was meaning to grab an end table,but misjudged. the pillow splots and falls harmlessly to the ground. "bulletproof glass! they're trying to steal our vital bodily fluids! dust,we need to go and now. it isnt safe here."

erich doesnt get the foot thing,but he appreciates it for dustyn's sake. he wouldnt say no to a footjob from ada,but he wasnt going to seek it out. there was chaos,there was threat of bodily harm. dustyn was his closest male friend and it felt shady to keep this portion of his life from him. so erich decides to tell dustyn what had been going on. he knew dustyn would keep the secret. "ada has some fine feet...i guess. feet are feet. but for dallas' sake,hop on my back!" erich bellows and gets down on all fours so dustyn can hop on. there would be no glass in this man's feet tonight. erich doesnt even worry about who dusty sent the picture of his stuff too. he figured people would just assume it's dallas'. being american as well,he assumed dallas also was circumcised."well...ok then. i holster my spatula. or else i would have to defend the honor of those who's willys look like firemen." it was amazing how many of dustyn and erich's conversations involved dicks. if people didnt know better,people would talk. erich follows dusytn's run until he falls. "shit shit shit!" he exclaims when he sees dustyn rise with a busted lip. the blood was pouring and all erich could think was it would look bad if only one of them was bloody. "if we hit the casinos like that,people will call the cops. fuck it,hit me. we both have to be bloody for this to work. we'll run downstairs and tell em we were robbed. that will explain our being bloody and the broken table."

"its a streamlined look. i like to think st harley earl himself would have designed dicks that way. that is how america builds its peni." erich explains. there was much doubt in erich's mind that dustyn knew who harley earl was,but he wasnt about to let that get in the way of his point. erich was a car fan. so he saw the world in the automobiles they produced. europe,he forever saw in the way of 60's jags and boxy mercedes. america? the finned and chromed creations of mr earl. erich looks at dusytn when he mentions ada,in spite of he himself doing so previously. " she is german,dust. they call them bratwurst over there." erich replies with a mischievous smirk before finally answering seriously. "it's insane but...she is still the one. i dont expect anyone to understand." erich says before taking another drink of his wild turkey. he didnt care if anyone approved of his feelings. he wanted to justify his actions by saying he hadnt seen selene in months,but he didnt want it to seem like he was desperate and ada was merely filling a spot.

when dustyn gets up and actually hits him,erich didnt think he was taking it seriously. erich was no stranger to fisticuffs and had been hit in the face plenty of times. if he didnt know better,he'd assume dusty only accidentally hit him. "well,i mean...if you think it would help. i am not so sure i am really in to it now. i'm expecting it and might duck." erich explains,now really not wanting to get hit but not wanting the cops to be called. " ok, grab the bag an get some coke. then,dont tell me. just sock me in the nose "

"i bow to your knowledge of the willy." erich announces with great flair and a slight bow." they all look rather dull to me. but i am very happy they bring you such joy." he and dustyn spoke a lot about men's genitals. erich felt he should take out a student loan or something. he as getting a master class in the art of the dick. erich appreciated dustyn's rather easy and no questions asked take on the ada situation. its not like anything anyone could say would dissuade erich. "well there are knockwursts. that sounds fairly dirty,like a willy with a huge head that cant even hold it up. i dont think i like knockwursts though. bratwursts,now THAT is the money sausage." erich stats with authority. he is quiet for a moment and mentally goes over his and dustyn's words. "money sausage! ewww." he cracks up and takes another swig of his drink. having forgotten to hit the replay button,the wonder of you starts playing. this causes erich to stagger to his feet and drunkenly bellow the words.


if erich was responsible,he may have seen this as a pretty bad idea. dustyn could be said to have had a problem with the substance erich brought in abundance. but erich was never one for good decision making,especially in the past few days. erich looked at dusty with a raised eyebrow. he had already forgot where the blood on him was from. he just assumed it was the drugs they were using. erich is half listening while dustyn speaks,he is really trying to place where the blood is coming from. then it hits him, er,dustyn hits him. erich falls backwards,stumbling over the sofa before tumbling over it. while falling,erich grabs a lamp and ends up throwing it while losing balance. the tacky lamp sails through the air and smashes against the wall. "god damn,dustyn! duck,i think there are snipers out there! im hit,im hit!"