3790 S. Las Vegas Boulevard ((Vic))

[* Ixandra Marie]

A long legged blonde was by the bar of the club. She was at the Coyota Ugly at New York-New York in Vegas. She had come here to review for her boss which club was better and so far liked everything about boht clubs, since they were rather the same...


Checking out a place made famous (or infamous) by a television show or a movie or a song is always a little bit risky. Can the real Cheers ever live up to its boob tube facsimile, especially without Norm or Cliff or Sam? Will you ever see Chelsea Hotel like Leonard Cohen did? A trip to the ER without George Clooney is not nearly as fun. You get it.
That said, it's understandable if you're a little wary of Sin City's Coyote Ugly. The movie was full of people dancing on bars, people being rowdy, people having a blast. How can a real-life bar possibly be so full of life?
Oh, but it is.
Coyote Ugly (the movie) was actually based on Coyote Ugly (the bar), located in New York. So the proper formula has already been perfected, or perfected enough to inspire a movie. And Vegas is great at nothing if not taking something and adopting it as our own.
Located inside New York-New York (how fitting!), Vegas' Coyote Ugly is everything you never knew you wanted in a bar, because it's actually full of less stuff than a normal bar.
There are no fancy cocktails – do a shot or drink a beer if you're thirsty.
There are no fancy, big-name DJs – pick a song on the jukebox, which plays AC/DC, Kid Rock, Metallica, Aerosmith, and Mary J. Blige, all of which she adored, of course.
There are no fancy million-dollar interior design concepts – take a look at some flags and bumper stickers on the wooden walls.
There are no fancy places to sit – just a serviceable back room with a few spots to rest.
Really, there's no fancy, period.
And what precious few things Coyote Ugly does have in common with other bars, they put their own spin on. Bars need bartenders, but Coyote Ugly takes it a step further with sexy female "Coyotes" pouring the shots (and calling them). And if they're not doing that, they're probably dancing on the bar and, would you look at that, your girlfriend just joined them (men, it should be mentioned, are quite welcome in the bar, but not on the bar). It's actually a lot like the movie, minus the structured narrative running through your night.
Although Coyote Ugly is managed by Pure Management Group – the same folks that run several of Sin City's swankiest nightclubs – it's not your typical Vegas night out. There's very little pretension and very little coddling. If you're in town to be pampered, Coyote Ugly might not be the place for you. If you're in town to have a good time without all the pomp and circumstance, it probably is.
If, upon leaving, you should find yourself leaving a metaphorical piece of yourself (say, your heart) behind, why not leave something tangible? Your bra can join the others on the wall. Should you find yourself without a bra, but with a guy in a tie, go ahead and donate J.Crew's finest neckwear to the wall instead. (Incidentally, if you want to take something with you instead of leaving something behind, there's a gift shop for just that purpose.)
To be honest, no one can guarantee you'll end up with a promising future in singing or an attractive Australian boyfriend, like in the movie, but a loud, raucous heck-of-a-night is probably in store for you. And who's going to feel let down by that?


Just the type of bar for someone who desperately needed to take shots of whiskey and let loose a little, maybe lose a bra or panties in the process. 'Oh God,' she thought, with a slight frown. 'For me to think a thing like that, I must REALLY need a drink.'

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[Victor Ambrose]

’What an exhausting day! First shit starts at the bar, and now I lose my job for calming it all down. What a perfect fmylife.com post right there. Bartender tries to stop a fight and succeeds, and get’s fired for doing his job. Yeah… that’s just fucking perfect!’
Not to mention his life hasn’t been in top shape lately. Well, it never was in top shape to begin with. That is a story for another time and place. This now was his time to find something to stop him from breaking down. This has been the tenth job this week he has lost. That is a hard feat to accomplish, seeing as there are only seven days in a week. Stupid fighters. Why couldn’t they want to fight when he wasn’t working? But no! They had the nerve and the need to kick the shit out of the Vegas Legend, Victor Ambrose. He wasn’t famous like Muhammad Ali or anything… Just a local legend. It’s not like he had a choice in the matter. He just wanted a normal life, but that wasn’t possible when fighter after fighter hunted him down from town to town asking him for a fight. He was currently residing in Vegas, but he needed to get away and start a new life.
’GAH! Stupid inconsiderate, ‘roid eating, ego driven, self centered, self-esteem-less monkeys who can’t seem to get their heads out of their asses and fucking see that I am in the middle of something! No. They all just want a piece of the action. Try their luck with this once in a life time offer. Don’t they have something better to do with their lives other than ruin mine!
GAH!
I just need a drink.’

He just walked into the closest place that he knew was a bar, walked towards the bar, and just yelled over the music, ”AMF! HARD AND STRONG! NOW! A HUNDERED DOLLARS ARE IN IT FOR YOU IF YOU CAN DO IT IN LESS THAN A MINUTE! GO!”
Yeah… he meant business.
He wanted to drown his sorrows in a strong and very addicting liquid.
He waited for his drink.
He needed it badly right now.

(Note: Sorry it’s short and small…. I needed to post and it was late….)

[* cali]

Cali sighed softly as she walked down the brightly lit streets of Vegas, green-brown orbs darting around for a bar. She needed a drink after that hefty meal. An entire dog! And, wow, was she full. Her feet were bare and she wore nothing but her tiny blue dress, torn to the thighs. Yea, she looked hot. But she needed to find some shoes soon. She had nothing but fifty dollars in her purse, which hung lazily over a slender shoulder. How annoying. She could step on a broken beer bottle in a second, and have blood pouring from her sole. A plush upper lip pulled back over white enamel as she growled deeply.

She glanced up, just to see a small building on the side of the street. How peaceful looking. She turned, and opened the door to the small bar. It was nice. It sure did have a lot of people. Her nose wrinkled as a familiar scent suddenly came to her nose. Vampire! She growled. The one bar she actually liked and there was a vampire! She shook her head, and headed through the crowd to the bar. She would have to deal with the stench, and ignore it until the vampire was gone. She was sure the vampire was just flirting with some human. They'd be gone, and the human would be dead, in less then a few moments.

She stopped at the bar and leaned over it, not really caring about the fact that her dress rode up across her thighs, probably showing her panties. She tapped the bar, and said softly to the bartender, "A shot, and keep them coming."

The bartender looked her over, and asked, "Do you have I.D?"

Cali frowned, and pouted out her lower lip, pulling her purse over her head and dropping it onto the table. "I have fifty dollars, and I'd like to get rid of the days stress with a few drinks." She sighed dramatically, and tilted her head. "I'd really love it if you would get me a drink."

The bartender smiled disgustingly at her, and turned to get her shots. She grimaced, and turned on her stool, green-brown orbs darting through the crowd. There was still the ugly scent of a vampire haning amongst the mouthwatering scent of humans. She blinked, turned, and smiled as the bartender came back. He set the glass in front of her. She went to grab it, and looked up from uner thick lashes. Still here?

She scoffed, and looked up at the man, smiling her famous flirty smile and circling a pale index finger around the edge of the glass. "Thank you," Her voice was silky, flirty. He nodded and turned back to the other customers. Cali rolled her eyes and took the shot, grimacing afterwords.

[* Ixandra Marie]

After everything Ixandra was, Southern was the thing that took most priority when she was drinking. You would never see a Southern girl with a fruity little drink, never catch a Southern girl without a shot, and when it came to certain drinking games you would NEVER see a Southern girl refuse. Which was why, when the little blonde Southerner saw the boy jump in with an AMF she took note.
"Cool it, Honey, not even your worst day coulda been that bad." she said with a nice little smile to show her pearly whites in all their wonder.

Then there was the flirty little mink beside her with the lush lashes and no ID. "His name's Brutus. Give him the eyes and he's yours for whatever you want, even free drinks if you smile enough."[/b] she said under her breath with a small grin, watching the despicable bartender. Yeah, she had been here before it would seem.

She turned on her stool, grabbing her whiskey and downing it hard and fast. "One!"[/b] she said, smacking the counter. Brutus, her supposed best friend forever, laid another down quickly with a wink and she smiled. Hey, gotta keep up the act or she might lose her fan, right?

"So, what's the name, lady and gentleman? What's the story as to why you got dragged into this little piece of Hell. The cutest piece of Hell here, no doubt, but Hell none the less, I assure you."[/b] she said all this with her typical smile and baby blue eyed flashiness. Anything Ixi Stix did was grand, one would think, with the way her eyes knew just what to do each second. And the way the sparkled under the neon lights! Well, she had once belonged to such bars so perhaps she just fit in - Yep, fit into Hell. It seemed everyone around her had.

A werewolf, a vampire, and a human are sitting at a bar... And it's not the start of an overused bad joke! Actually, it was quite pleasant for Ixandra. But for the werewolf having to deal with the stench and the obviously pissed off vampire, one would think not. Not that Ixandra knew either of their secrets. No, Ixandra had encountered one werewolf, one vampire in her lifetime, which was enough for her one would think, but apparently not enough for the monsters because more and more were coming out of the wood works to prove themselves to her... Not that she cared, really. She wasn't... Let's say 'racist' against anyone, no matter the species.

[* cali]

Cali, startled, yes, startled by a mere human, looked up, blinking at the girl. She smiled slightly, and nodded, slipping her money from her purse and handing the fifty dollars to the bartender named Brutus.

"Keep the shots coming, for as much as this'll buy," She smiled flirtily again, and pushed the empty glass towards him.

He nodded, smiled to her and turned to get her another glass. She looked up at the blonde southern girl and smiled, again flirtily. Yes, she also adored woman. She went both ways, so what? Both the sexes appealed to her. She tilted her head, running a rough pink tongue over plush lips.

"Hello, beauty. I'm Cali, and you are?" She asked silkily, fluttering her lucious lashes. Yes, years of practice helped her in all her flirtiness.

Her eyes caught sight of the man on the other side of the human, and she growled lightly. Yes, she growled in front of a human. Maybe, if she was lucky, she'd just think she was insane. Her eyes flashed, and gray started to leak into them in all their brown-green glory. Perfect. A pissed off vampire.

Cali smiled to the woman, and tilted her head yet again. "Mind switching seats with me, ma'am?" She asked sweetly. Usuaully she would just bore to the fact that in any moment a pissed off vampire could lunge onto a human without a second thought. But this girl was different...No, she wouldn't walk away from this one. She liked the girl. standing, and smiled up to the woman and smoothed out her dress, pulling it down in the back. Yes, it easily showed her panties. She didn't care, though, the only thing that mattered was getting this girl away from that vampire.