Cruising the Strip

"We don't have to go anywhere right now Carrie," Miranda tells her as they pile into their limo, knowing they have it for the night, "why don't we just take it easy for a while and have our driver cruise the Strip until we see someplace we might want to stop?"

"Sounds good to me Ran," Carrie tells her as they start to throw back some drinks from the limo's fully-stocked bar, not a care in the world.

Until the limo started to smoke and sputtered to a stop right in the middle of a crowded Vegas strip, that is.

"DAMMIT...I'm sorry ladies, but the limo just overheated or something, I should get out and check on it," the driver tells them, not wanting to ruin their fun for the evening, but knowing that he will have to call another limo for them.

"I can call you girls another limo if you'd like," he tells them as the country queens get out of the limo and start walking along the sidewalk, "that's okay. We can walk, there's a bar down the street we were going to head to."

"I'm not sure we should be walking the streets dressed like this Miranda," Carrie tells her friend, knowing that they look a bit more like night walkers than country starts in their sexy concert attire.

"It's not that far Carrie, and I'm sure it'll get us all the attention we wanted from all these hot guys in Vegas," Miranda tells her, both girls seemingly unaware of the cop car that has started to watch their every move.