Jax and Drake swaggered onto the Las Vegas Strip on New Year’s Eve, fully determined to make it a night they’d never forget (or possibly fail to remember). After hopping between slot machines and neon-lit lounges, they ended up outside a glossy casino entrance—only to find it locked for a VIP party.

With the confidence of men who’d had one too many cocktails, Jax decided it’d be genius to punch through the glass door. The sound of shattering glass drew immediate attention, setting off alarms that echoed between the flashing lights. Drake gasped, “Dude, you broke Vegas!”

Security guards swarmed. Jax and Drake bolted, sprinting through costumed showgirls and startled tourists. They darted behind a half-lit Elvis billboard, thinking they’d found the perfect hiding spot. But as the sirens neared, they realized the King’s bouffant offered minimal cover.

Within minutes, they were in handcuffs, courtesy of two unimpressed cops. Amid grumbles about “reckless behavior” and Jax’s bleeding knuckles, the pair were loaded into a squad car. “At least we’ll have a story,” Drake joked. Surprisingly, the officers let them off with a stern warning, an impossibly large fine, and a parting shot: “Stay out of trouble.”

Back on the street—after a bungled attempt at finding a cheap first-aid kit—they got separated when Drake chased after a street magician’s disappearing rabbit. Jax, somehow convinced his phone was still in the casino, wandered back toward the scene of the crime.

Minutes turned to hours as the crowd prepared to ring in the New Year. Drake, lost amid the neon chaos, tried in vain to track Jax’s location. Five minutes to midnight, Drake spotted the faint outline of his friend in front of a massive glittering fountain. Jax stood there, looking deflated but hopeful.

Drake ran, arms flailing like he was in a slow-motion action movie. Just as a countdown commenced—ten, nine, eight—he crashed into Jax in a jubilant hug. Confetti cannons blasted overhead as they shouted, “Happy New Year!” together.

Panting, battered, and reeking of adrenaline, Jax clutched his throbbing hand while Drake patted him on the shoulder. “Next year, let’s just watch the ball drop at home,” Jax muttered. But the night, albeit crazy, sealed a legendary story they’d laugh about for years to come.