The older security guard reiterated at this point that I should just be quiet and nothing would happen. I pointed out that nothin had happened, but I wanted to know what would happen to Stan. The older security guard told me they would keep him there for 10-15 minutes try to intimidate him a bit then ban him from the mandalay bay and maybe all MGM properties. I was escorted out of the building near a taxi stand. I stood there for 10-15 minutes talking with the security guards, one came with the older gentleman and a third showed up on a bike. They wanted me to get in a taxi right away and I made it clear I was not going without my friend even though again they threatened to call the cops for disorderly conduct. Again, I decided it was a prudent time to mention I was an attorney and I knew they were full of crap. Eventually the three of them softened, I mean around me, who can stay mad. We were joking around and having a good time. After fifteen minutes they left saying, ya, this was a waste of our time and went away. I stood around for another 10 minutes or so getting a little ancy. I found out that if a cop car had come the cop would have had to walk right by where I was so that made me a little less concerned. I figured the worst they were going to do was push him around a bit and threaten to have him arrested for something or another.
Finally, out comes Stan followed by 6-9 people. The suited man who liked to yell was there with another few security guards. I grabbed Stan, pushed him into a taxi. The security guards were shouting that I better do that which made me want to not leave, but I was already sitting down and I am lazy. Stan was yelling angrily at the guards and the suited man. He then started commenting that he did not know where his money was. I had the cab stop. One of the taxi people was like, fuck ya, what's going on. The suited man said the money was in his pocket. Stan checked and most of the money was in his pocket (so if they took any, they were smart about it and did not take more then a few hundred out of the massive amount of cash Stan had on him).
I thanked the taxi stand guy, closed the door and the cab driver drove us back to the venetian. Stan had missed his flight and I had to communicate to his wife what was going on. Stan eventually joined us for dinner, booked a flight for early in the morning. Dinner was filled with hangover references. Stan gave some of the details of what happened while he was in the cell:
They moved him into a few different rooms. They would grab his arm and twist on his skin when he mentioned that he was an attorney they became even more physical with him. they yelled at him then left him alone then yelled at him some more. At one point he got one of the quieter security guys attention and started pleading to be told what he had done wrnog and how he could get them to stop so he could just leave. By the time he left he was very riled up. Stan is a rather mild mannered guy so I tend to believe him that they were less then cordial in the backroom.
I enjoyed being harrassed by the security and got a good laugh at their attempts to intimdate me, but I think they had a little more to lean on Stan about since he had been cursing and was rather drunk, still, not sure why there was so much effort put into treating him so horribly. For me, it was awesome, I would love to go through it again, it is not a surprise to anyone who knows me that I would enjoy and be entertained by this.
It has been over a month since it happened and I am really glad it did. I have not gambled since that trip and it is a great story of my last poker hand, getting dealt aces but being sent down to a holding cell before I got to play them.
