Setting: After harassing the group via non-stop poasts, Boom finally convinces Mainlining, Evan39, Disco Fries, and RSF to meet up in Cripple Creek, Colorado—a small, old mining town with a handful of casinos and endless opportunities for bad decisions. Boom insists this is the place where “frauds will pay up,” despite the fact that none of them except Boom has ever heard of Cripple Creek, much less considered it a destination. Each member is flying in from different parts of the country—RSF from Aspen after some “self-care” retreat, Disco Fries from a crowded East Coast metropolis, and Evan39, the elder statesman, from the land of flannel and tech despair, Seattle. Mainlining, as always, rolls in from the shadows, ready for whatever adventure lies ahead.

Scene 1: Arrival in Cripple Creek

The town of Cripple Creek looks like it hasn’t changed much since the Gold Rush, with dusty streets, old-timey facades, and a few questionably operational casinos. The locals—rugged, wary, and clearly accustomed to a quieter breed of trouble—pause in disbelief as Boom arrives first, wheeling himself down the street with a manic grin, baseball bat strapped to his wheelchair like a knight’s lance. He's already arguing with a grizzled old man outside a saloon about the best blackjack table in the whole town. "I told ya, Cripple Creek is 180," Boom mutters. "These fraud$ don’t know what’s coming."

As the rest of the group gathers, the locals exchange nervous glances. Mainlining, looking fit and cocky in his Cotopaxi jacket, tosses his luscious hair and scoffs, "Boom, I can’t believe you dragged us here. There’s not even a club in sight." He flashes a playful smile at a bewildered local woman who blushes, muttering something about "city boys" under her breath.

A leathery-faced woman in a worn-out Broncos cap mutters under her breath, “What in tarnation are these city folk up to?”

Evan39, rubbing his temples, mumbles, “It’s just another Boom thing. I should’ve known better.”

Disco Fries, already sweating from the altitude, looks up from the Cripple Creek visitor brochure, “I don’t see any all-you-can-eat buffets listed here. I was promised buffets.”

RSF, who’s been silently evaluating the situation, finally speaks. “Boom, I’ve wasted enough time on this board, but Cripple Creek better not be another excuse for you to rant about ‘age-flamers’ in some backwater casino. I was hoping for Aspen or Telluride—places where at least the champagne flows and I’m not worried about stepping in a puddle of bodily fluids.”

A local man, scratching his beard and leaning on a hitching post, snorts and whispers to his buddy, “Aspen? They’re a long way from Aspen, and thank the Lord for that.”

Boom grins, waving his bat in RSF’s direction. “RSF, you come to Cripple Creek for the REALNE$$, not for your fancy champagne or bougie nonsense. Frauds will pay up tonight!”

Mainlining, noticing the growing curiosity from a group of onlookers, winks at them. “Stick around, folks. This is going to be the most fun Cripple Creek has seen since the last time someone struck gold.”

One local, an older man with a scruffy beard, narrows his eyes at Mainlining, muttering to his wife, "He looks like he walked out of one of them fancy city magazines... what's he doing here?"

Mainlining, hearing this, turns and laughs. “Don’t worry, old-timer. I’m here to see if the legends are true—if this town is as '180' as Boom claims.”

Scene 2: Into the Casino

The crew makes their way to the “Golden Nugget Saloon and Casino,” the supposed crown jewel of Cripple Creek’s nightlife. Boom barrels through the front door, spinning his chair dramatically, while Evan39 follows, making a point to avoid the creaky floorboards.

Disco Fries waddles in, eyeing the bar with a mix of hope and despair. “I swear if they don’t have a Philly Cheesesteak, I’m turning around.”

Mainlining, sensing the skepticism from the locals, struts in confidently, drawing the eye of a young woman at the bar. “You guys ever see so much charm in one room?” he teases, as the woman blushes and quickly looks away. He tosses his hair back and continues, “How about we start with drinks and find out if this place can handle us.”

Inside, the bar patrons—locals dressed in flannel and denim, cowboys with beer guts, and retirees who look like they’ve been on the same slot machine since the Reagan administration—turn their heads to stare. Boom, eyes wide, wheels himself straight to the blackjack table, slamming his bat down. “Deal me in, you coward$!”

A burly woman in a leather vest leans over to her friend and mutters, “Who let these jokers in here?”

Mainlining grins, flashing his pearly whites. “We’re here to shake things up a bit. Maybe even make Cripple Creek… unforgettable.”

A few locals roll their eyes, and one old-timer grumbles, “Yeah, unforgettable, like a root canal.”

Scene 3: The Table Tension

Mainlining takes a seat next to Boom, casually tossing in some chips. “Alright, let’s see if this place is really 180.” Evan39 hangs back, glancing at his phone, trying to check for any semblance of a signal, while Disco Fries orders a “triple whiskey” and begins negotiating with a waitress for the biggest plate of nachos they have.

At the table, the locals are already whispering amongst themselves. "Who are these guys?" one asks. "Never seen them around these parts before."

Boom is on a roll, cackling with every win. “This is it, boy$! Cripple Creek, where fortunes are made!” he shouts, eyes darting left and right. Mainlining is doing well too, but he’s more focused on his surroundings, making eye contact with anyone willing to look his way.

Suddenly, a loud crash. The door flies open, and in bursts a group of local characters, led by a bearded man in a tattered Broncos jersey, shouting, “Who says they’re taking over Cripple Creek?! This here is OUR town!”

Without missing a beat, Boom swings his bat, “You’re on the wrong board, grandpa. We’re here to settle scores and watch fraud$ pay up!”

The bartender ducks behind the bar. "Lord, it's gonna be one of those nights."

RSF sighs, “Boom, at least pretend to have some dignity.”

Mainlining, seeing an opportunity for a bit of chaos, jumps up on the table, “Okay, okay, let's settle this with a Dance Party,” he declares, in homage to the late, great Sean meme from XO. His phone blares some generic dance beat, and the locals look on in stunned silence.

Boom starts spinning his chair wildly, his bat still in hand, yelling, “Cripple Creek! Ju$t jump!” as the rest of the casino erupts into confusion.

Mainlining, never missing a beat, starts to dance, weaving in and out of the crowd with surprising agility, occasionally stopping to whisper flirtatious comments to baffled patrons. “C’mon, lighten up!” he shouts to a grumpy old man who just scowls back.

Evan39, now genuinely concerned, leans over to RSF, “Should we… stop them?”

RSF shrugs, “Nah, this is Boom’s show. Let’s see if he finally gets hit by the very baseball bat he carries on live TV like he always dreamed.”

Scene 4: Aftermath

The dance-off ends in a draw, mostly because the locals seem more confused than interested, and the group is politely escorted out of the casino. A few patrons murmur, "What was that about?" as the unlikely crew spills back onto the street.

Boom, still gripping his bat, yells, “I’ll be back, Cripple Creek! You haven’t seen the la$t of Boom!”

As they wander the streets, Disco Fries mutters, “So… was this 180?”

Mainlining laughs, “Well, it wasn’t Telluride, but I guess Boom got his wish.” He gives a playful wink to a local woman who’s been watching from her porch, and she nervously waves back.

A grizzled old miner watching from a rocking chair shakes his head. "City folk… never thought I'd see a dance-off in Cripple Creek. What next, synchronized swimming?"

RSF smirks, “Somehow, I think he always does.”

Evan39, finally relaxing a bit, chuckles, “Next time, let’s just meet in Vegas. At least there, the chaos is expected.”

And as they head back to their cars, Boom is already plotting the next adventure. “Hey, guys, ever hear of Laughlin? Now THAT place is 180…”

The group groans collectively, but there’s a hint of a smile on their faces. Because with Boom, Mainlining, Evan39, Disco Fries, and RSF, the chaos never truly ends—it just finds a new location.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5593973&forum_id=2...id#48083452)

if I spring a leak, Evan mends me

I don't have to speak, mainlining defends me

a poasters dream if I ever did see one

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5593973&forum_id=2...id#48083478)