Just Another Day at the Montecito

by Lady Viper

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This ficlet is in response to a challenge that was issued on the Mag7/Las Vegas yahoo group. Sept 7 using the following four words, bathtub, jell-o, roller-skates, cowboy hat. Thank you to Rhonda for betaing the story. A special thanks to Sarah for creating this wonderful AU for us to play in.

DISCLAIMER: Mag7/Las Vegas alternate universe was created by Sarah (aka Midnight Profit) and is based on the “Las Vegas” TV series. This AU is not related to the Mag7/Las Vegas RPG created by Lisa O. and Ruby. Trilogy, MGM, and the Mirisch Corporation own “The Magnificent Seven” characters. NBC Studios, NBC Universal Television, DreamWorks Television, and Gary Scott Thompson Productions own “Las Vegas.” They are not mine. The only purpose of this story is for entertainment. No money is being made.


Chris sat his coffee cup down, and then sat down at his desk. He had been gone a couple days. He had actually taken a few days off to relax, but only because Orin had given him an ultimatum. He enjoyed this time of the morning. It was usually quiet. He stretched and picked up the reports placed in the center of his desk, figuring it would normal stuff. Granted he had called to check in... and he had been assured everything was running fine. Now, as he settled in to read, he sipped his coffee.

Tue, Sept 4 07, 1500 hrs

Security & Medical handle mishap with customer, who reported his hat stolen while sun bathing, at adult nude pool. Customer complained of severe sunburn in lower regions. He had fallen asleep with his hat in his lap ... Treated and released. Hat was later found stuffed in the waterfall pool filter.

Nathan Jackson

Chris smirked as he picked up the next report.

Wed, Sept 5 07, 0300hrs

Security reported wet carpet on fourteenth floor. Room 1433 had water running from under door. After investigation, the plumber reported the cause: the oversized bathtub full of Jell-0… customer had tried to drain ... unsuccessfully… it had clogged the pipes and flooded rooms 1433, 1432, 1333 & 1332.

That explains the missing cases of strawberry Jell-o from catering.

Wish I had been at that party.

Buck Wilmington

Nearly choking on his coffee, at Buck's comment, he picked up another report. His smile faded upon seeing it was about Club Mystique.

Inez reported purse theft. Recording saved for your viewing pleasure.

Chris looked at the paper turning it over in his hand, that was the report? Chris questioned. Pulling up the recording, Chris leaned back to watch.

Nearly spitting out his coffee, Chris stifled a laugh. There was his security team chasing one man on roller blades and another on roller skates as they tossed the purse back and forth like jugglers. It was like watching the keystone cops; all it needed was the hokey music. Shaking his head, he continued to watch as Vin came around the corner chasing the roller blader. Vin never saw it coming as he slammed right into Josiah, causing both to land hard on the floor, and causing each to miss the two men as they split up.

He watched as Buck stretched to reach for one skater, only to slip and end up falling face first into the lobby fountain. JD had exited the elevator just in time to be pushed back into it by the roller skater, landing on his ass, as the doors shut.

Finally, to end it, Chris watched as Ezra straightened his tie and nonchalantly stuck out his foot to trip the first man, causing the second man to trip and fall into a tall potted plant. Ezra had easily halted the chase.

Chris had to chuckle... This would be good blackmail for later, or for the office Christmas party.



The Las Vegas Chronicles