For a chicken who has been literally booted out of an entire continent, spent weeks in a hole in the desert, had unspeakable things done to him in Thailand before being marooned on a tropical island, there really is only one place to go for a blowout. Vegas
Mr Sanchez managed to get himself out of the islands as soon as he could. Slipping past security in the US, had the potential for trouble, but he had no choice. Ever tried to fingerprint a chicken? Mind you, US immigration staff are selected neither for their looks, nor their smarts, so it wasn't too tough.
Arriving at the airport, he rented a car to get into town and blend in while having fun.
Blend in in Vegas at least.
He was straight off to all of his favourite haunts. First off was the Nascar Casino, where amazingly, after all of this time, Amber was still working there.
"Hey! Sanchez, long time, what have you been up to? Oh, sorry, a Fat Tire as usual? Thought so"
A somewhat abridged, and heavily censored version of the last few months ensued, which still resulted in many grimaces. It was good to be back in his old haunts, with a beer in one wing.
Still, he was even more amazed to see who walked in next.
"Sanchez! Since you went straight I have had a hell of a time finding a decent supplier. You know you really should get back in the game. The market is even bigger than before, and with a rep like yours, you will be able to get straight back in"
"Really, I have been a bit bored of late..."