Kent/Chowder and "the Las Vegas strip is a very bad place to lose your boyfriend."
Especially when said boyfriend is easily overwhelmed by flashing lights and loud sounds, which is essentially the heartbeat of Vegas.
So Kent is understandably panicky when he dials Chowder’s number, hands shaking, praying to whoever will listen that Chowder is somewhere relatively tame and not stood outside the goddamn Bellagio like Kent himself currently is. When Chowder picks up, Kent breathes a sigh of relief.
“Hey babes, I lost you in the crowd. Where you at?”
“Ken, I just went to the bathroom. I’ll be back in like, two minutes,” Chowder says through a giggle, and Kent can’t help but find himself smiling back.