Escaping the Whirlwind (part 3)

Stunned by the flashing color and congratulatory sounds, Billy and Jerry walked slowly and with caution, eyes wide open like babies taking their first steps toward a dangerous but alluring world. They had left all their problems at the door. Jerry's parents divorce when he was eight years old, Billy's concerns for Adriana as well as his own lack of ambition and long term goals. All of their concerns vanished next to old ladies staring dead into the colored plastic boxes before them.
In trance and astonishment, Jerry and Billy were quickly separated and lost among isle after isle of slot machines, waiters, and security in unassuming uniform. Billy saw chaos in the sights and sounds once Jerry was no longer visible. The attraction was lost and now had seemed overwhelming and scary. There was an exit up ahead that led to a wide open space and a bar, away from the gambling, away from the action. While Billy spent his time at the bar feeding money to the bartender, desperately seeking refuge from the clamoring crowds within, praying Jerry would emerge from those doors looking for Billy, Jerry was inside happily bouncing in between isles of slot machines like a pin ball, lost but utterly content.
Too much time had passed and Billy was getting anxious, nervous, and terrified that the safety and welcoming hospitality of the casino was wearing out. He had spent too much time alone at the bar, guzzling shot after shot, not contributing any money to the slots, getting terribly hammered and looking around suspiciously for his friend that had been missing for a couple of hours. Jerry had also aroused suspicion in his wondering between row after row of patrons staring at the circus before him, also not contributing any money to their shiny golden boxes.
Some amount of time had passed in Billy's mind without a thought. He had managed to drink away any concerns he had of being watched or unwanted. He woke from this void his mind had been hiding in when Jerry had finally emerged from the sliding glass doors.

"Dude, we gotta go."

Billy tried looking at Jerry but his focus was wavering around and behind him.

"Why?"

"Security keeps following me around?"

"Why?"

Jerry grabbed Billy by the arm and whispered firmly into Billy's ear.

"I don't know but they keep talking to each other over their radios and following me wherever I go."

"Fuck that. We aren't going anywhere. We're paying customers. Here."

Billy passed Jerry one of his shots lined up and gestured to swig it strong and fast, sending a message of defiance. The boys drank up and tried to ignore the growing amount of red usher suits that had culminated around them.

"Shit. Maybe you're right. Let's go."

The tallest of the security guards moved in first.

"Excuse me gentlemen. I can't allow you to leave. You're gunna have to come with me."