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The five of you eventually reach Las Vegas by the time it reaches night, grabbing your things and getting out of the car, giving the car to the valet parker as you head into Caesar's Palace.

"Hi, welcome to Caesar's," the receptionist smiles.

"Hello," Stu says.

"Checking in?" she asks.

"Yeah, we have a reservation under Dr. Price," Stu says, all of you looking over at him.

"Doctor?" you repeat.

"Okay, let me look that up for you," she says.

"Dr. Price? Stu, you're a dentist. Don't try and get fancy," Phil smirks.

"It's not fancy if it's true," he says.

"He's a dentist. Don't get too excited. And if, uh, someone has a heart attack, you should still call 911," Phil smirks at the desk lady.

"We'll be sure to do that," she smiles.

"Can I ask you a question? Do you know if the hotel's pager friendly?" Alan asks, pulling out a pager.

"What do you mean?" she asks.

"I'm not getting a sig on my beeper," he says.

"I'm not sure," she says confusedly.

"Is there a pay phone bank? Bunch of pay phones? Business," he says. You sigh, shaking your head as you look back ahead of you, away from the idiot standing next to you.

"Um, there's a phone in your room?" she says.

"That'll work," Alan nods.

"What kind of business do you have? Don't you live at home, unemployed?" you ask.

"Well, it's certainly none of your business, is it?" he asks, Phil chuckling quietly from next to you.

"So, we have you in a two-bedroom suite on the 12th floor, is that okay?" she asks.

"It sounds perfect," Doug says.

"Actually, I was wondering if you had any villas available," Phil says.

"Phil, we're not even gonna be in the room," Stu says.

"It's unnecessary," Doug says.

"It's no big deal, we can share beds. It's one night," Stu says.

"If we share beds, I'm bunking with Phil. You good with that?" Alan asks, all of you looking over at him again.

"No, I'm not good with that. I'd rather bunk with a fucking gorilla," Phil says, Doug laughing.

"Guys, we're not sharing beds. What are we, 12 years old? Lisa, I apologize. How much is the villa?" Phil asks.

"Well, we have one villa available and it's 4200 for the night," she says.

"Is it awesome?" Alan asks.

"It's pretty awesome," Lisa chuckles.

"We'll take it. Give her your credit card," he says to Stu. You chuckle, knowing how he always manages to make Stu pay.

"I can't give her my credit card," Stu says.

"We'll split it," Doug says.

"Are you crazy? No, this is on us," Phil says.

"You don't get it. Melissa checks my statements," Stu says.

"She's so odd," you mumble.

"Well we just need a credit card on file. I won't charge you anything until you check out so you can figure it out then," Lisa says.

"Perfect! That's perfect. Thank you, Lisa. We'll deal with it tomorrow, come on," Phil says.

"Fine," Stu mumbles, pulling out his wallet.

"Can I ask you another question?" Alan asks.

"Sure."

"You probably get this a lot. This isn't the real Caesar's Palace, is it?" he asks.

"His stupidity amazes me," you mumble in Phil's ear, Phil chuckling softly.

"What do you mean?" she asks, glancing at the rest of you.

"Don't look at us. He's ill," you say.

"Did, uh.." he trails off, looking at all four of you staring at him. "Did Caesar live here?"

"Um, no," she says.

"I didn't think so," he mumbles, looking around the large lobby. You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief.

-

Stu pulls the card out of the lock after it beeps, pushing open the door to reveal the very modern Villa room.

"Holy shit," Stu says, walking in first. Phil laughs, hitting his hand on Stu's shoulder.

"Now this, is Vegas," he smiles.

"Oh, my... this place is enormous," Doug says.

"Now we're talking," Phil says.

"Is this all one suite?" Doug asks as you all wander in different directions.

"Yeah, man. This feels like a mansion," you say.

"Thank you guys. Or should I say, thank you Stu?" Doug smiles, walking back to the middle of the room.

"You're welcome. It's only because I love you," Stu stays.

"Okay, ladies. Pick a room, get dressed. Let's be ready in 30 minutes," Phil says. You wander down the hall, opening one of the room doors to see the cozy hotel room with large windows as one of the walls. You shut the door behind you, tossing your stuff on the bed and getting undressed to get in the shower.

-

You smile as you finally finish lacing up the last heel, standing up and looking at your outfit. You had changed into a white body suit instead, putting on a pair of black skinny jeans and an unbuttoned large black button-up. You slowly exit the room, seeing Doug and Phil standing in the lounge talking. Phil notices you first, his eyes trailing down your body as Doug continues to talk to him. You had gone from feeling confident to insecure almost immediately when Phil's eyes wandered your body, but the small wink he sent your way afterwards caused all the insecurity to disappear again, a small blush burning your cheeks.

"Oh-(y/n), hey," Doug smiles.

"Where's Stu? Should we go bug him?" you chuckle.

"Oh, hell yeah. Doug wouldn't let me but now it's two against one so come on Doug," Phil says, running ahead of you towards Stu's room. You laugh, watching Doug shake his head as he trails behind you, Phil walking into Stu's room first. Phil smirks back at you before looking forwards, lifting his hands up in question when he sees Stu still standing in just his underwear, a towel slung over his shoulder as he talks on the phone.

"What else? Well, we met the, uh, proprietor," Stu says.

"Oh, I bet you-" Phil says, quietly rolling his eyes as he collapses on Stu's bed, grasping your hand to pull you down with him. You giggle as you fall on Phil's chest, Stu shushing you with his finger. Phil grabs the tv remote, clicking it on as he leans his back against the headboard, you laying against his chest in between his legs.

"What's his name? Um, Caesar. Palacè," he says. You snort, Doug and Phil giggling too as Stu scolds you all with a hard stare. Phil rolls his eyes, tapping his watch at Stu. Doug sighs, sitting down on the living chair against the wall.

"Okay. Well, listen. I gotta go, because we're gonna hit this wine tasting," Stu says, Phil furrowing his eyebrows at you as if silently telling you how much of a loser he is.

"Stu, pass the joint!" you yell, the boys both laughing at you as Stu's eyes widen.

"Wait, wait. I love you. Okay. Byeee," Stu says, quickly hanging up.

"I wish you would knock that off," he groans.

"I'm not even gonna say anything, it's so embarrassing," Phil says.

"Where's Alan?" Stu asks.

"He, uh, he went downstairs. He said he had to grab a few things," Doug says.

"Oh god," you mumble.

"Good, because I have something to show you," he says, turning to grab a small black box off the table, opening it to show you the shimmering diamond ring inside.

"Uh-oh," Doug jokes, smiling at Stu.

"What the hell is that?" Phil asks, looking genuinely concerned for him.

"What do you think it is?" Stu asks as he hands the box to Doug.

"If it is what I think it is, I think it's a big fucking mistake," Phil says.

"He's right, Stu. Literally, all signs are telling you not to marry that piece of shit. She's so- bland and controlling," you say, scrunching your face up.

"I'm gonna propose to Melissa at your wedding. After the ceremony," Stu smiles at Doug. Phil sighs, throwing his hands up and tossing the remote with it.

"Stuey, congratulations!" Doug smiles, looking genuinely happy for him. That's one good thing about Doug, all he wants is happiness for other people. Even if that means Stu marrying a bitch, or bringing his new moron brother-in-law and little sister along on his bachelor party.

"Thank you, Doug," Stu smiles, pulling on his pants.

"That's a beautiful ring," Doug says, examining it closely.

"Yeah. It's my grandmother's. She made it all the way through the Holocaust with that thing. It's legit," he says, putting on his belt.

"I don't get it. Wait, have you not listened to anything (y/n) and I have ever said?" Phil asks.

"Phil, we've been dating for three years. It's time. This is how it works," he says.

"A, that is bullshit. And B, she is a complete bitch!" Phil says.

"Hey, that is his fiancée," Doug says, hitting Phil's foot. You sit up, turning to face Phil as he also slowly sits up.

"What? It's true. You know it's true. She beats him!" Phil yells, standing up and gesturing his hand towards Stu. Doug turns away, shaking his head as he looks at the ground. You try to hold back your laughter, covering your mouth with your hand.

"That was- twice, and I was out of line. She's strong willed. And I respect that," he says, you and Phil looking at him with widened eyes.

"Stu, your girlfriend fucks you up, accept it," you sigh, standing up as well.

"Wow. Wow. He's in denial. Not to mention, she fucked a sailor," Phil says, looking between you and Doug.

"Hey, he wasn't a sailor. He was a bartender on a cruise ship. You know that," Doug says, a small smile playing on his lips as he says so, Stu spraying axe under his arms.

"Guys. I'm standing right here. So I can hear everything you're saying," Stu says.

"Well, apparently that doesn't matter since you don't listen, anyways," you say.

"Hey guys? You ready to let the dogs out?" Alan says from behind you, the three of you turning to see him standing at the open door. You glance down at his outfit, seeing the white bell bottom jeans, ugly brown belt, old new balance running shoes and the same graphic t-shirt he had been wearing earlier.

"What?" Phil asks, furrowing his eyebrows at him.

"Do what?" Doug laughs.

"Let the dogs out. You know, like, 'who let the dogs out? who, who, who-"

"Who brought this guy along?" Phil asks, cutting him off from his terrible off-key singing.

"Yes, Alan, we are ready to let the dogs out," Doug says, obviously having way too much fun with it.

"Hey, congrats," he smiles, turning back to Stu.

"Thank you," he says, all of you heading out the front door.

Once Stu is eventually ready, you leave the room, heading down the hall together towards the elevator. Phil holds his arm around your lower waist, nearly having to bend down because of how short you are compared to him. Phil smiles once you reach the elevator, rubbing his hands together before hitting the elevator button.

"I love this fucking town," he says, all of you standing back and waiting for it to open. Alan walks up, letting out a breath as he puts his hand on his hip, shaking his hair out of his forehead as he holds a white plastic bag on his arm, and a brown purse hanging over his shoulder.

"You're not really wearing that, are you?" Phil asks, also noticing the bag.

"Wearing what?" Alan asks.

"The man-purse," Phil says, pointing at it. Alan glances down at it, seeming to have no problem with it at all.

"You're actually gonna wear that or are you guys fucking with me? Dude, (y/n) doesn't even wear purses," Phil says.

"It's where I keep all my things. I get a lot of compliments on this. Plus, it's not a man-purse. It's called a satchel. Indiana Jones wears one," he says.

"So does Joy Behar," Phil shrugs, holding his smile back.

"Oh my god," you mumble as the elevator doors open, a man getting up from his knees in front of a blonde, turning to face you and leaning against the wall.

"We're going up, guys," he says as she fixes her dress. Only in Vegas.

"Yeah, that's perfect," Phil says, all of you stepping in and the doors closing again.

"Really?" Stu mumbles.

"We're going up?" Doug asks. Soon, the other people get off and Phil hits the button for the roof, the elevator going up again.

"Phil- no," Stu says. Phil ignores him, waiting for the elevator doors to open again and walks down the small hall towards a door at the end.

"Look, that sign right there says no trespassing," Stu says.

"Why do you always have to bust my balls?" Phil asks, pushing open the door to the rooftop.

"I'm just saying, it's clearly marked, okay? We are definitely not supposed to be out here," Stu says, all of you exiting the building.

"Oh, come on, Stu. We're paying for a villa. I mean, we can do whatever the fuck we want."

"Yeah, but-"

"Just wedge the door open," Phil says, gripping one hand on the ladder as he glances up.

"Guys, come up here," he says, beginning to climb.

"Fine," Stu groans, grabbing a cinder block to place in between the open door. You follow behind Phil, him getting up at the top first, you following him afterwards.

"Wow, this is so cool," you say, looking out at the brightly lit up city.

"How the hell did you find this place?" Doug asks as he gets up as well.

"Don't worry about it," Phil smirks.

"Oh!" Doug says once he sees the full view.

"You alright?" he asks Alan who is getting up next.

"Yeah," he mumbles.

"Look at the view up here," Doug says.

"You happy?" Phil smirks.

"This is great," he smiles, both of them grabbing hands and bumping chests slightly.

"Whoah!" Stu says, walking over to you. Phil laughs, looking out beneath you.

"Are you kidding?" Stu smiles.

"Vegas looks so much bigger up here," you smirk, looking out at the vast city. Who would've known this city could be so beautiful?

"Alan, how you doing, buddy?" Phil asks, noticing his back turned over the edge.

"Good," he says, turning back around with things in his hands.

"What you got over there, Alan?" Doug asks.

"That's the eiffel tower," Stu smirks, pointing at the tall building ahead. You chuckle, watching his amazed face. Poor guy never gets out of that stuffy house with his suffocating girlfriend.

"Uh-oh," Doug jokes when Alan dances over with a bottle of Jägermeister.

"Right?" Phil chuckles, nudging Doug.

"A little Jägermeister. Good idea," Doug smiles as Alan hands the shot glasses out to all of you.

"Good call," Stu smirks, Phil taking the bottle from Alan's hand.

"On the roof-" Doug says quietly.

"Um, no, this is good. I'd like to make a toast. To Doug, and Tracy. May tonight be, but a minor speed bump in an otherwise very long and healthy marriage," Stu says as Phil fills everyone's glasses.

"Short and sweet," Phil smiles.

"Cheers," you all say, holding out shot glasses up and clinking them together before knocking them back, all of you shaking it off afterwards.

"Ahh!" Stu says.

"Stronger than I remember," you chuckle.

"Oh, tastes like college," Doug says.

"All right, I wanna talk about something," Phil says.

"All right," Doug says.

"I want to-"

"I'd like to-" Alan sighs, staring up at the night sky. You all glance over at him, wondering the reason as to why he'd just cut Phil off.

"I'd like to say something," he says, looking back down at us.

"That I prepared. Tonight," he says, pulling out a crumpled piece of a paper from his back pocket.

"All right, Alan," Stu says awkwardly.

"Hello. How about that ride in? I guess that's why they call it Sin City," he says, smiling up at you. Doug and Stu force out a laugh as you raise an eyebrow, you and Phil glancing at each other.

"You might not know this but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one-man wolf pack. But when my sister brought Doug home, I knew he was one of my own. And my wolf pack, it grew by one. So were there two- so there were two of us in the wolf pack. I was - alone first in the pack, then Doug joined in later. Then I met his little sister, who is smoking hot and I had fantasies about," he says, the four of you uncomfortably glancing around. Especially you and Doug from the previous statement.

"I told you not to say shit like that," Doug says quietly.

"Yeah, man, maybe don't-" Phil says before Alan cuts him off and starts talking again.

"And six months ago, when Doug introduced me to you guys, I thought; wait a second, could it be? And now, I know for sure. I just added two more guys to my wolf pack. And one girl," he says.

"Alright," Doug chuckles, trying to lighten the obvious awkward mood. But, then he unexpectedly starts talking again after you thought he was finished.

"Five of us wolves, running around the desert together, in Las Vegas, looking for strippers and cocaine," he says, Doug's eyes widening as he blinks a few times.

"So tonight- I make a toast-" he says, pulling out a rather large pocket knife and flinging it open.

"Whoah!" Stu yells.

"What do you got there?" Doug asks. But, you all jump back, shouting for him to stop as he begins cutting a line down his palm.

"Stop that shit, man! You're fucking weird!" you say.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Phil asks.

"What the hell are you doing?" Doug asks. Alan groans, all of you now just watching in disbelief as he slowly finishes the line down his hand.

"What is that?" Phil asks.

"Blood brothers," he says.

"Wow, I actually thought you were getting normal for a sec when you started," you say, watching his bloody, dripping, hand in disgust.

"Don't-" Stu starts.

"Damn it!" Doug yells.

"Why did you-" Stu stutters.

"Here," he says, holding the knife out to Stu.

"No! I'm not doing that!" Stu yells

"Alan- no. No," Doug says.

"Okay, you're scared. Go ahead, (y/n)," Alan says, holding the knife out to you instead.

"Yeah- no. That's exactly how I'm trying to avoid catching whatever you have," you say.

"Alan, we're not going to cut ourselves. Give me the knife. Slowly- thank you. Okay, thank you very much," Doug says, Alan slowly handing it to him.

"You alright? Are you okay?" Phil asks monotony as Alan groans, moving his hand to his mouth to suck the blood.

"Do you need a doctor?" Phil asks, stepping closer.

"He's fine. He's good," Doug nods.

"You sure?" Phil asks.

"I'm good," Alan agrees.

"Perfect. Alan, come here, buddy," Phil says.

"Get in here, crazy " Stu says.

"Alright, to a night the five of us will never forget," Phil says, holding up the glasses that he had refilled during Alan's little speech. You all click glasses again, gulping back the second shot.