Today was going to be a rest day for Chantelle. The jet lag had slowly caught up with her, so it was decided that she’d work on her diary, and I’d head over to the convention to grab some walk around footage. [At the time we must confess to presuming that Chantelle would just sleep all day, but after looking at her diary, she might actually have really been working. Were we the type to feel chagrin at misconstruing a circumstance, we might feel bad about misjudging Chantelle. Of course we do that all the time, so we have lots of practice and no longer feel such inconvenient emotions such as chagrin.]
Chantelle wanted to do some gift shopping, so we got her a few Vegas-style tops that I thought we could shoot her in during the week. Chantelle also ended up getting a beanie saying “Las Vegas County Jail” as well as a Las Vegas hoodie. [Oops. Apparently Chantelle forgot to give me my gift. How sad for her.]
We headed back up to Lucky’s suite as we had a spare key and were just about to shoot when Lucky messaged me asking if I’d got the footage I needed, and was I ready to come back? I replied, saying I was still with Chantelle and hadn’t gone to the convention. Lucky said we could work around me not having any convention footage and that they were on the way back. He suggested that we could all shoot some content with Chantelle. [Imagine the conversation … ]
Lucky: “Did you get your convention footage?"
Maverick: “Naw. We did some shopping, and now Chantelle’s naked in your room.”
Lucky: “Screw the convention. We’ll be right back.”
[That sounds about right.]