A/N: I don't own The Hangover characters, they belong to A Greenhat Films. This story has major movie spoilers; Phil isn't married but divorced with a kid; contains future slash. AU twist. Super Major Spoilers for the movie.

NOTE: The Hangover DVD I just bought was gypped, meaning for some reason some parts are cut out, so I might miss some stuff. Sorry for that if you want to know why some parts are in and some aren't. Also the main thought focus is on Alan and Phil, my 2 favourite characters. Also only focuses on the scenes that have Alan or Phil in them. I apologize ahead of time for the many spelling mistakes that are sure to be below.

VEGAS LOVE:

PART 1!

When Alan was introduced to Stu and Phil by his soon to be brother in-law, Doug, he knew he had found the one. Alan never told anyone this, though Tracey, his sister had found out, that he was bi. Yes, that is correct; he liked both men and women. For him, it was hard to find someone. People who met him, judged him too quickly. They thought him dumb and slow; but that was not true, he was actually fairly smart, and only just a little odd, though his mind tended to go to dark places and he had airhead moments. And six months ago when Alan had met Him (not God), he knew that they would never happen, so he set his mind on getting fit. And he had since they met, lost at least over 100 pounds, and now he thought himself fit as a fiddle.

He liked Doug, thought of him as a friend, and when it was the weekend before Tracey's and Doug's wedding, he was asked if he wanted to go with Doug and his buddies to Las Vegas for the bachelor party. Of course Alan wanted to go; A, He would be there, and Alan would take any time he got with Him as he could get. B, Alan had never been to Vegas, his father, Sid, never let him, apparently he wasn't responsible enough, but his dad just never gave him the chance. And C, this would be an excellent bonding experience between him and Doug.

It was today that they were to leave for Vegas and they were making sure that the tuxes for the wedding fit properly before they left.

A man named Floyd who worked for Alan's family was checking the inseam of Alan's pants and at the moment went a little to close, "Whoa, watch it, pervert!" Alan jerked away. He may like guys, but Floyd was like, 60 years old, and Alan would never be that desperate.

"Alan," Doug said, trying to reassure him, as he adjusted his jacket sleeves, "he's just doing your inseam."

"He's getting very close to my shaft." Alan insisted, he would not let someone take advantage of him again, and that's why he didn't like old men very much.

"All done." Floyd said, ignoring his boss's odd son. " You can change now." He told the two men as he got up, and headed toward the door.

"Right. Thanks, Floyd" Doug said. "Thank you very much." He thanked the man before he could exit the room. "All right, buddy," he said, as they started to get undressed, "we should get a move on." Doug had never been to Vegas either.

"You know, Doug, I was thinking . . ." Alan started to take off his suit jacket. "If you wanna go to Vegas without me, that is totally cool, you know?" Alan knew that Doug felt a little awkward around him, and didn't want Doug to invite him to his big bachelor party because he felt like he had to.

"What are you talking about?" Doug asked, undoing the cuff of his dress shirt.

"Well, you know, Phil and Stu, they're your buddies, and it's your bachelor party." He un-tucked his dress shirt from his pants.

"Come on, Alan." Doug tried to reason, "Those two love you."

Alan turned his back to Doug, unzipping his pants, "And, and also, I don't want you to feel like you have to hold back . . ." He toed of his dress shoes and started to pull down his pants. "Because your wife's brother is there. I just—"

Doug was untying his shoes head down, and when he heard this he sat up, "It's no like that." He said, coming face-to-face with Alan's pail white ass. This was one of those odd Alan things; he wore jockstraps instead of normal underwear like normal people. Alan turned to him, in only a white t-shirt and jockstrap. "It's not like that." He repeated again, staring Alan in the face. He shut his eyes for a second; nope, the image was burned into his mind. "I already told you, Alan." He stood up already wearing a different shirt. "Okay? we're just spending the night in Vegas. It's not a big deal." He started to button up his shirt. "Besides, you're not just my wife's brother, you're my brother now." he gave a quick glance at the jock strap.

Alan stood with his hands on his hips, and gave a nod. "I want you to know, Doug," Alan said seriously, and when he had the face he had on now, he meant it, "I'm a steel trap. Whatever happens tonight, I will never, ever, ever, speak a word of it." Alan felt that Doug, his now brother, not sister's husband, should know this. That he could trust Alan with anything.

"Okay." Doug just wished that Alan would put some pants on. "Yeah, I got it. Thank you. I don't think that—"

"Seriously." Alan interrupted, walking up to Doug. "I don't care what happens." Alan was know face to face with Doug, and still in a t-shirt and jockstrap, hands on his hips. His serious face plastered on. "I don't care if we kill someone."

"What?" Did Alan really just say that?

"You heard me. It's Sin City." He adjusted his jock strap; Doug tried to subtly shift away. "I won't tell a soul." Alan whispered, as if someone would hear. And with Alan, who knew, he had gotten into some pretty weird shit. That was not his fault; he was just the kind of odd person who attracted weird things.

"Okay." Doug nodded; he really just wanted Alan to put on some pants. "I got it." That was the only way; agree and the awkward moment would be over soon. Alan gave a little laugh of relief; he had thought for sure that Doug wouldn't want him after what he just said; he just sometimes got a little carried away. "Thank you." Doug said, thinking it finally over.

"No," Alan said his voice back to normal, "thank you." He pulled Doug into a hug; he knew his sister had chosen right. "I love you so much." He said, his head on Doug's shoulder, eyes closed. Doug just wanted this to be over a soon as possible, as he patted Alan's back.

"I knew it!" Tracey said teasingly as she and Sid walked in on them. Alan jerked away from Doug, even though his sister knew that Doug wasn't gay, and that he never thought of Doug in that kind of way.

"Come on, Alan! Put some pants on, you have weird legs." His dad said, looking at Alan's legs. Alan's face became red in embarrassment; he glanced down at his legs. Why did hid father have to always do that? Was it really necessary to always bring up his legs?

"Dad!" Tracey said. "His legs are fine."

"Are you kidding me?" Sid said, "He has his mothers legs, it's freaky."

Alan couldn't take it, was it his fault that he had his mother's legs? He rushed towards the door, squeezing between his father and sister, and out the door, shutting behind him. His pale ass retreating down the hall, his pants a meaningless thing right now.

His dad followed behind him. "Alan! I'm just teasing, you have wonderful legs." He called after him. "They're better than your mother's! Seriously."

Half an hour later they were packed and ready, Alan was in the parking lot waiting on Doug; they were going to take Doug's Prius to Vegas. He sat on the ground at the rear bumper with Carlos, the family's Golden Retriever. The dog was Alan's best-friend, and even though he was only going to be gone for the weekend, he would miss the dog.

His dad and Doug walked out…

"So, Doug, what are you driving to Vegas." Sid asked his near son in-law.

"Oh. I thought we were just going to take my car." Doug answered.

"The Prius, right?" his tone was snubbing.

"Yeah, the Prius."

" You can't take that to Vegas." Sid said.

"Why not?"

"Because, to be in Vegas, you have to look the part." He took Doug to the garage and opened it. There sat his precious baby; his Mercedes Bends. "You'll take this car."

"No, Sid," Doug gasped, dropping the duffle he was carrying. "Really?"

"Come on, we're family now." Sid told him.

"Are you sure?" Doug questioned. "You love this car."

"Doug," said Sid, "It's just a car." Alan looked over at that. It was not 'just a car' to his dad. If it was just a car, he would let Alan drive it. But his dad liked the car more than he liked his own son. "Just make sure that when you get there to put Armour All on the wheels so sand doesn't seep in." Yep, more than his own son.

"Absolutely," Doug agreed eagerly. "That's easy."

"Oh, and, uh, don't let Alan drive," Sid said looking over at Alan; Carlos was giving him his goodbye kisses before he left. Alan could hear his father loud and clear, but didn't think his father knew that as he kept talking about him. "Because there's something wrong with him." That really hurt Alan; most people thought that because he had a beard that he was tough, but in actuality he was really sensitive; he didn't even say the big bad words.

"Understood." Doug said quietly.

"Oh, and don't let Phil drive either." Sid continued. "I don't like him."

What? How could his father think of Him that way? Alan ground his teeth together to stop from yelling at him. If he did that he would get into trouble and not be able to get to Vegas. And that would make it so he wouldn't be able to see Phil. So instead he hugged Carlos closely.

"I will be the only one driving this car." Doug told Sid. "I promise."

"Good." Sid tossed the keys to Doug, who caught them smoothly. "Remember, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Doug chuckled at the old saying. "Except for herpes." Sid told him seriously. "That shit'll come back with you." He shook his head.

Finally the end off the school day bell rang, and the students packed their bags and headed towards the door. Phil Wenneck stood, yelling over the noise to his students before they could evacuate. "All right. Hold on. I still need some of your permission slips. . ." He said before any left the room. "And $90 for the field trip to Griffith Observatory next weekend. Pay now, or forever miss out on an experience of a life time, guys. You're good, you got it." Phil told the students as they pasted his desk.

"Here, Mr. Wenneck." Russ said, handing Phil his form and sheet.

"Thank you, Russ." Phil said in turn. "Thanks Bobitt, way to go."

As all of the students left the classroom, Phil pulled open his desk drawer and pulled out an envelope. On the front of the envelope, in capital letters was written: VEGAS. This was going to be the best bachelor party in the life time. Probably the only time they would get to do this. After Doug got married to Tracey, Phil believed that he would die a little bit every day; as he hand when he was married but no more, and he was going to make this the best trip in such a short time the best. With booze and naked woman, gambling and more naked woman. And maybe with Doug marrying Tracey he might be able to see Alan again. No, he thought, never think about him. When they met six months ago, it felt like something clicked into place. It was a feeling he had never felt before, not even with his ex. He didn't like men, he was a ladies man; had a smile that drew them in like moths to a flame. No men, just Alan. Every time they met, he acted mean towards the man because he didn't know how else to act. He was knee deep in denial.

He opened the VEGAS envelope and counted the money inside: $700. He took all the envelopes that contained the money the students had given to pay for the trip. Taking out their money, he added it to the VEGAS envelope, making it add up to about: $2700. He would give the money back after he doubled it in Vegas and if he failed at that, it would come out of his own pocket. Grabbing the extra envelopes, he stuffed them in a drawer. Grabbing his beg, Phil headed out to meet Doug who was picking him up, then Stu and drive to the Sin City.

They were waiting for Him outside the school in his father's car, the car that only Doug was allowed to drive. To spend a whole weekend with Phil was like a dream to Alan, but a dream he would try staying in as long as was humanly possible. As the school bell rang, Alan pushed his sun glasses higher and tried to not-so noticeably hide his face with his hand.

"Ahem," Alan cleared his throat quietly, grabbing Doug's attention, "do you have to park so close?"

"Yeah." he said, looking for Phil and not really paying attention to Alan. "What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't be here." Alan shook his head; if he were to get caught things could get pretty bad.

"Why's that, Alan?"

"I'm not supposed to be with in 200 feet of a school." He didn't ever, in his whole life want go into detail; it's to horrible.

That got Doug's attention. "What?"

"Or a Chucky E. Cheese." And he definitely didn't want to go into details about that one.

Doug was only sure he didn't want to know. With Alan, that could mean anything.

Phil rushed out of the school, which was actually very hard with all those damn kids crowding the hall. And he kept on getting stopped by students asking about the trip. Fuck, couldn't they just leave him alone for a second? He put his sun glasses on as he went down the outside steps, only to be stopped by Budnick.

"Mr. Wenneck, I was—"

But Phil brushed him off with: "It's the weekend. I don't know you. You do not exist." He looked for Doug, and saw him as he honked the horn. His eyes landed first on the car; a silver blue Mercedes Bends, with its roof down, he so couldn't wait do drive that car. This weekend was going to be fucking awesome! The second thing his eyes landed on was Alan fucking Garner. Phil's heart stopped for a second, then started to beat again at a rapid pace.

What the hell was the man he was in love with doing sitting beside Doug? Was he coming to Vegas with them? Why hadn't Doug told him? Phil had no idea if he could survive a whole weekend with Alan and not do something stupid. Okay, okay, he told himself, just play it cool.

"Shit." He breathed out at the car. That's right, play it cool.

That was apparently the right thing to do as Doug laughed and Alan waved enthusiastically. Phil is here! Alan's head supplied needlessly. He was already slightly nervous.

"Nice car." Phil said, trying hard to ignore Alan's smile.

"Yeah." Doug agreed.

"I'm driving." Phil continued as he threw his bag to the backseat, before reaching it. It would have flown across to the other side of the car had Doug not caught it.

"Whoa, no chance buddy—" Doug cut himself off as Phil stepped on the top of the door, jumping in, "Don't step—" landing with feet on blue leather, "God. Watch the leather—" he plucked his ass down behind Alan.

"Would you shut up and drive before these nerds ask me another question?" Phil told Doug slapping his arm. If a nerd really did ask him one more question, he really thought that he might actually fucking hit one.

"You animal." Doug called him.

Phil leaned forward and played dumb. "Who's this?" He asked Doug, looking at Alan. As Alan looked at Phil, his face fell; how could Phil not remember him? He thought he had made an impression the few times they had met.

"It's Alan." Doug told him, starting the car. "Tracey's brother."

"I met you, like, four times." Alan told him sadly, before turning around, his sunglasses hiding his glossy eyes.

"Oh, yeah." Phil pretended to remember, though those four times were crystal clear in his mind. His gut twisted when he saw Alan's face fall, and voice sadden, God he was such a dick. "How are you?" he asked, as they drove to Stu's. Of what Phil saw, he could tell Alan had worked out, lost some weight. Probably had a girlfriend. His heart squeezed at the thought; that would mean that he would never be able to have Alan to himself.

As they pulled in front of Stu's house, none of them wanted to go get him. Melissa might answer, and she was a total bitch. Doug wouldn't go because if he went than Phil would steal the driver's seat, and Alan would definitely let him.

So they opted for this; Phil cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled loudly, "Paging Dr. Faggot. Dr. Faggot!" They laughed.

That's how Alan found out that Stu was a dentist and not a medical doctor.

They took the freeway, the wind blowing their hair as the roof was down. Alan stood up, using the top of the wind shield for support as he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Wahoo! Road trip!" Phil laughed in the backseat; it was good to see Alan all excited again, hopefully he wouldn't say something stupid again. He was a like a little boy on the playground pulling the girl's he liked piggy-tails.

Alan turned to face the car on the right side of them, screaming incoherently, as he drummed the side of the door. "Vegas! Vegas, baby!" A car with a blonde girl of about 10 drove beside them. "Vegas!" Alan pointed at her. He laughed drumming the door again. "You're nuts!" he yelled at her as she gave him the finger, he sat back down.

"Come on, just to Barstow." Phil complained, as he and Stu took a drag off of their beers. "Everybody's passing us." And that was true, as he glanced around them, this was supposed to be a fun weekend, even driving there was supposed to be fun. How could they have fun if Doug was driving like an old person?

"Absolutely not." Doug said his full attention on the road ahead. "I promised Sid. I will be the only one driving this car. Besides," he said with reason, "you're drinking."

"Oh, what are you, a cop now?" Phil questioned, none to politely. "You know I drive great when I'm drunk."

"That's true." Stu agreed, giving his support. "Phil was always our designated drunk driver." And it was very true, though they found out the hard way; Phil smiled at the memory, all of those crashes. God, he missed the old days. There was no falling for your best friend's wife's brother. No, it was always: booze, woman, then homework.

"Yeah." Doug agreed, but then continued with: "You wanna explain it to them, Alan?"

Why did Doug have to prove his point by taking him down a notch? Alan said it anyway. He turned his head back to them, "Guys," he said matter of fact, because it was actually a matter of fact, "My dad loves this car more than he loves me, so, yeah." There, said and done, he turned back to face the front.

"Aw, whatever." Phil dismissed it with the flick of the wrist. Though that didn't bother Alan at all, most fathers loved one thing or another more than their kids. "I left my job and kid at home so I could go with you guys." He didn't really have to work that weekend so that was fine, but it was his weekend with his kid. "Do you know how difficult that was?" At least it would be made up by bringing Eli to the wedding.

"That's really sweet." Alan told him. It was nice that he blew of his kid so he could spend time with them. But, Alan was sure that Phil didn't know that he was coming; but that was just a small detail.

"Yeah." Doug said sarcastically.

"Dude, I was being sarcastic." Phil told him. Did Alan really think that was sweet? "I fucking hate my life." He told everyone in the car. "I may never go back. I might stay in Vegas."

"Here we go." Doug muttered at the old complaints.

"You know, Doug, enjoy yourself, because come Sunday . . . Your going to start dying just a little bit everyday." He had already been there.

"Yeah." Alan lied. "That's why I've managed to stay single this whole time, you know?" God, how he longed to be married to Him, to Phil. A tightness in Phil loosened inside of him at this news; this meant that he still might have a chance.

"Oh, really?" Stu asked. "That's why you're single?" Phil wanted to sock him one for treating Alan that way.

"Yeah." Alan lied again. He was just waiting for something that would never happen to a guy like him.

"Cool. Good to know" Stu said, Phil chuckled.

"Am I alright over there, Alan?" Doug asked.

Alan didn't even look in the mirror to see if the lane was clear; he wanted to have some fun, that's what this whole trip was about, right? "Yeah, your good." He told Doug.

Doug flicked on the blinker before turning the wheel, he was almost in the lane when he heard a loud horn as a transport truck was right there—

"Aw, Jesus Christ!" Doug yelled.

As Stu shrieked, "Oh, my God!"

This caused Doug to swerve almost crashing into a car two lanes over, before settling back in the lane he'd come from. And Phil just laughed; he could not believe Alan had just done that. Who knew he was this fucking fun?

"That was awesome!" Alan laughed; he couldn't wait to do that again.

"That was so not awesome." Doug told him. "What's wrong with you?" Phil had to laugh at that.

"That was insane." Stu said incredulous. "We almost just died."

"You should have seen your face." Was all Alan said. It was well worth it to just see Phil laugh like that. "Ha! Classic."

"That's funny. Ha-ha." Phil had to laugh at that. Alan's smile widened.

"It's not funny." was all Doug said in return, his knuckles a white grip on the steering wheel. This time, he checked for himself that the lane was clear before changing. He wanted to get married at the end of the weekend, not buried.

They had to stop for gas and Phil, Doug and Stu were in the store getting snacks and stuff. While Alan was leaning against the car reading: The Worlds Greatest Blackjack Book, as he waited for the tank to fill.

There was a low whistle followed by, "Boy, you've got a sweet ride there." An old man with glasses walked up to him. God, why couldn't these old men just leave him alone for once? Did he look like a little kid that wanted candy and a ride in a van? Actually…

"Don't touch it." Alan told the old guy, not even looking up from his book. The old man shook his head as Alan finally looked up from his book. "Don't even look at it." He said. "Go on, get out." The old guy somewhat confused, started to walk away. "Yeah, you heard me." His eyes watched the man distance himself from behind his tinted glasses. "Don't look at me, either." he stepped forward, "Yeah you better walk on. I will hit an old man in public."

"He's actually kind of funny." Phil told Doug truthfully. As they waited in line at the counter, Phil had opened the bag of chips he was going to purchase, popping then in his mouth on by one.

"Yeah, he means well." Doug said.

"I'll hit an old man in public." They heard Alan say through the glass window, he was still after the old guy. A smile tugged at Phil's lips as he watched Alan.

"God, he really doesn't like old people." The engaged man shook his head.

"Is he all there?" Phil wondered out loud, as he ate another chip. "Like, mentally?" it didn't matter to Phil if Alan was or not, he thought he would love Alan no matter what.

"I think so." Doug told him. "He's just an odd guy. You know, he's kinda weird."

"I mean, should we be worried?" He asked. He wouldn't want the man that he loves to come to any harm or some shit like that; he was a nice guy like that.

"No."

"All right." Phil was happy with that answer, as he munched on another chip.

"No." Doug said. "But Tracey did mention that we shouldn't let him gamble." They set their items on the counter as their turn came. "Or drink to much."

"Jesus, he's like a gremlin; comes with instructions and shit." Phil said as he cleaned chips from his teeth. Instructions were very good though at times like these.

"And one water." Stu said as he walked up and placed the bottle with the other items.

"All good with Melissa?" Doug asked conversationally to Stu as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Oh, yeah." Stu agreed. "Told her we're two hours outside wine country, and she bought it."

Phil shook his head, "Don't you think it's strange you've been in a relationship for three years . . ." he leaned against the counter, " and you still have to lie about Vegas?" he questioned Stu. God, he hated that bitch!

"Yeah, I do." Stu agreed. "But trust me," he told Phil, "it's not worth the fight."

"Oh," Phil said slightly angry for his friend, "So you can't go to Vegas but she can fuck a bellhop on a Carnival Cruise Line?" how in the hell is that even fair?!

"Hey." Doug scolded. Phil just gave him a glace that said: did you really just 'hey' me, really?

"Okay, first of all," Stu said, to Phil's utter disbelief, defending the bitch, "he was a bartender. And she was wasted. And," he continued, "if you must know, she didn't even didn't even let him cum inside her."

"And you believe that?" how could Stu believe a bullshit lie like that? Phil and Doug turned back towards the counter.

"Uh, yeah, I believe that, because she's grossed out by semen." Stu told them matter of fact-ly.

Phil opened his mouth his mouth, but what the fuck could someone say to something like that?

"That'll be $32.50." The cashier told them.

Phil turned to Stu, "It's $32.50, you gotta pay for it."

With the gas tank full, they were once again on the freeway. Doug was still the driver, and Phil and Stu were in the back seat quietly drinking their beers. All was calm as Alan continued to read his book: The Worlds Greatest Blackjack Book.

Alan looked up, addressing the group. "It says here we should work in teams." He told them. "Who wants to be my spotter?" with his whole heart he wished that Phil would say yes, that would make this trip perfect. Booze, blackjack and Phil Wenneck.

"I don't think you should do to much gambling tonight, Alan." Doug said instead, remembering Tracey's warning.

"Gambling? Who said anything about gambling?" Alan asked. Don't they know anything? "It's not gambling when you know your going to win." He told. And anyway, why couldn't he gamble? What was the point of coming to Vegas if he couldn't play some blackjack? "Counting cards is a fool proof system."

"It's also illegal." Stu said from the back.

"It's not illegal, it's frowned upon," Alan was telling them fact-ly, "Like masturbating on an airplane." He turned back to his book; he was still going to play and hope. Doug chuckled at the comparison.

"I'm pretty sure that's illegal to." Phil said, boy did Alan's mind work in the weirdest ways. It was endearing.

"Yeah, maybe after 9/11, where everybody got so sensitive." He was met with silence and weird looks, people just didn't understand things the way he did. "Thanks a lot, bin Laden." He said to a man who would never hear him.

"Either way," Doug told him, "You gotta be super smart to count cards, buddy, okay?" was Doug implying that he was to stupid to do some math?

"Oh, really?" Alan would prove it to them when the got to Vegas.

"It's not easy." Doug tried to persist.

"Okay, well maybe you should tell that to Rain Man. . ." Alan told them, if he could do it, so could Alan. "Because he practically bankrupted a casino, and he was a ruh-tard."

"A what?" Stu asked.

"He was a ruh-tard." Alan repeated, jeez, no one ever listened to him. And why had they not watched that movie?

Silence filled the car, "Retard." Doug said.

51 miles to go!

Finally after many hours they pulled up to the entrance of Caesars Palace. A valet took the car, as they carried their bags inside. This was the most awesome looking Hotel, and they had a room booked here. Sweet!

"Here we go." Phil said as they walked up the stairs, this bachelor party was going to be off the hook!

The inside was even more beautiful; floors of shiny smooth marble, a fountain in the middle with stone statues…

"Hi, welcome to Caesars." A woman named Lisa greeted them from behind the registration counter.

"Hello." Stu returned.

"Checking in?" she asked.

"Yeah. We have a reservation under Dr. Price." Stu told her.

Phil could not believe Stu put their reservation on Dr. Price; trying to be all special and important.

"Okay, let me look that up for you." Lisa started to type.

"Dr. Price?" Phil asked as they waited, this was going to be fun. "Stu, you're a Dentist, okay?" Stu was in total denial. "Don't try and get fancy."

Stu glanced at Lisa, who had looked up at this. "It's not fancy if it's true." Stu told Phil.

"He's a Dentist." Phil told Lisa, just trying to spread the truth. "Don't get too excited. And if, uh, someone has a heart attack, you should still call 911."

"We'll be sure to do that." Lisa said with humour. Phil set down his bag.

"Can I ask you a question?" Alan said to Lisa, holding up his pager. "Do you know if the Hotel's pager-friendly?" the three friends looked at him.

"What do you mean?" Lisa asked.

"I'm not getting a sig. on my beeper." Alan told her, bad for business.

"I'm not sure…" Lisa said.

"Is there a payphone bank?" he questioned, "Bunch of payphones?" the group stared at him. "Business." He told them. Phil briefly wondered what kind of business. Alan raised his eye brows at her questioningly.

"Um, there's a phone in your room." Lisa told him.

Alan nodded, "That'll work."

"So," Lisa addressed the group, "I have you in a two-bedroom suite on the 12th floor, is that okay?"

"It sounds perfect." Doug told her.

"Actually," Phil said, why couldn't they have something better since they were in Vegas? "I was wondering if you had any villas available."

"We're no even going to be in the room." Stu argued.

"Its unnecessary." Doug agreed.

"It's no big deal." Stu went on. "We can share beds. It's one night."

This would be a good as chance as any, though Alan, he better say something before the chance goes away. "Well if we're sharing beds," Alan said conversationally, "I'm bunking with Phil."

A slight blush creped up Phil's checks; did he hear Alan properly? That Alan wanted to share a bed with Phil? He couldn't believe his ears. If Alan just asked him to sleep with him, did that mean that Alan returned his feelings? And if Alan returned his feeling, they must have been beating around the bush for about 6 months.

"You good with that?" Alan asked Phil hopefully. Please God, he begged, if you make Phil say yes I will do anything you want, just make me a happy man.

"No, I'm not good with that." Phil said, he would only make his move if he was at least 90% sure that Alan returned his feelings… and maybe a little less sober. "Guys, we are not sharing beds." He told his friends, turning from Alan's disappointment. "What are we, 12 years old?" he turned to Lisa, "Lisa, I apologize. How much is the villa?"

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

"Is it awesome?" Alan asked, somewhat subdued. Because at least if it was awesome they should definitely take. Even if it meant losing his chance to sleep in the same bed as Phil.

"It's pretty awesome." Lisa said.

"We'll take it." Phil told her. He looked at Stu, "Give her your credit card."

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

"We'll split it." Doug told them, reaching into his pants pocket.

"Are you crazy?" Phil said stopping him, it was his party, they should pay for it. "No, this is on us." Well, not us, Phil thought, just Stu. He was the 'rich' Dentist after all.

"You don't get it." Stu shook his head. "Melissa checks my statements."

God that stupid bitch, Phil thought, what was her problem anyway?

"Well we just need a credit card on file." Lisa told him. "We won't charge you until checkout, so you can figure it out then."

"Perfect. That's perfect." Phil said. "Thank you Lisa. We'll deal tomorrow. Come on." He urged Stu, the faster they do this, the faster they can start to party.

"Fine." Stu said, none to happily getting out his wallet.

"Can I ask you another question?" Alan asked Lisa, he had been wanting to know since they got here.

"Sure." She said.

"You probably get this a lot," he started. "This isn't the real Caesars' palace, is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"Did, uh . . . ." Alan glanced at Phil, who in turn was watching him. "Did Caesar live here?" now he felt really stupid for some reason, but there was no going back.

"Um, no." Lisa answered.

"I didn't think so." Alan said, trying to recover. He avoided eye contact with Phil. He was more opportunities would arise to get the man of his dreams.

Stu slipped the key card into the slot and pushed the double doors open. Walking inside, he was followed closely by the other men.

"Holy shit." Was all Stu could say.

"Now this is Vegas!" Phil clapped Stu on the shoulder. He knew he had made the right chose, even if it meant that he couldn't sleep with Alan.

"Oh, my—" Doug didn't know what to think. "This place is enormous."

"Now we're talkin'." Stu walked into the living area.

"Is this all one suite?" Doug questioned. "Thank you guys." He walked over to Stu, "Or should I say, thank you, Stu?' "

"You're welcome." Stu told him. "It's only because I love you."

"Okay, ladies, pick a room, get dressed." Phil ordered his friends as he took in the view outside the window and the City of Lights and Sin. "Let's be ready in 30 minutes."

Phil made a questioning gesture at Stu, as he and Doug walked into his room dressed and ready, yet Stu was not. He was in his underwear talking to that bitch again. Doug sat in an arm chair, as Phil flopped on to the comfy bed.

"What else? Um . . . . We met the, uh proprietor. What's his name? Um, Caesar. Palacey. Yeah, like the salad. "Stu gestured in question at Phil, he in turn tapped his watch impatiently; they should have been gone already! "Okay. Well, listen, I gotta go, because we're gonna hit this wine tasting. Wait, wait. I love you. Okay, bye."

"I'm not even going to say anything," Phil told Stu, "it's so embarrassing."

"Where's Alan?" Stu asked, putting on his watch.

"He, uh, he went downstairs." Doug told him, shifting nervously in the chair. "He said he had to grab a few things." He was sure it wasn't anything good.

"Good," Stu said, "Because I have something to show you guys." He grabbed a small black box from the table behind him, opening it as he turned back to his friends.

"Uh-oh." Doug said as he reached out and took the box from Stu.

"What the hell is that?" Phil asked, he had to be seeing things. There was no way Stu was going the give THAT to that bitch, Melissa.

"What do you think it is?" Stu asked.

"If it is what I think it is, than it's a big fucking mistake." There was no way Phil was going to keep his opinion about the bitch to himself. No, ever since he met Melissa he knew that she was all wrong for Stu, and he never held back trying to convince his friends of this.

"I'm going to purpose to Melissa at your wedding." Stu said to Doug, as he ignored Phil. "After the ceremony." He started to pull on a pair of paints.

"Stewie, congratulations!" Doug said, looking at the ring.

"Thank you, Doug." Stu replied.

"This is a beautiful ring." Doug told Stu.

"Yeah." Stu agreed." It's my grandmother's. She made it all the way through the Holocaust with that thing—it's legit."

"I don't get it." Phil said, had these two not been listening for the last 3 years? "Wait, have you not listened to anything I have ever said?"

"Phil, we've been together for three years." Stu reasoned. "It's time. That's how it works."

"A) that's bull shit." Phil said, telling his friend straight out. "And B) she's a complete bitch."

"Hey," Doug said hitting Phil's foot, "That's his fiancée."

"What?" Phil's argued, getting up from the bed. "It's true. It's true. You know it's true." He continued, "She beats him." And if that wasn't enough to leave someone, Phil had no idea what was.

"That was only twice," Stu defended as he put on his belt. "And I was out of line. She's strong willed. And I respect that."

"Wow." Phil said, she must be really scary for him not to be able to break away. "Wow." Stu put on some spray deodorant. "He's in denial." Phil continued, "Not to mention, she fucked a sailor."

"Hey." Doug interrupted, "He wasn't a sailor." Phil could not believe that Doug was defending the bitch, if someone cheated on him, she would be gone. "He was a bartender on a cruise ship. You know that."

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

"Could have fooled me," Phil muttered, shaking his head and running his fingers through his hair.

"Hey, guys." Alan walked in carrying a bag. He looked at the three men, eye's lingering on Phil; God, his ass looked snug in those pants! "You ready to let the dogs out?" he asked excitedly.

"What?" Doug asked at the same time Stu asked: "Do what?"

"Let the dogs out." Alan repeated, looking to Phil for some help. "You know. WHO LET THE DOGS OUT WHOWHO." Alan sang quietly as he dance a little.

"Who brought this guy along?" Phil said, trying to cover up his smile. He had caught Alan checking out his ass, and figured he was one step closer to the truth.

"Yes, Alan, we are ready to let the 'dogs out'." Doug told him, he turned to Stu once more, "Hey, congrats."

"Thank you." Stu put on his shirt.

"I love this fucking town." Phil said as he hit the elevator button. They could finally start this party, but he wanted to do this right.

Alan sighed as he stopped at the elevator, hand on his hip as he shook the loose bangs from his eyes. The night was about to begin, and hopefully he would be too drunk to remember if he played some not too subtle moves on Phil.

Phil glanced out of the corner of his eye at Alan. Then turned fully to face him as something hanging at Alan's hip.

"You're not really wearing that are you?" Phil questioned Alan. It wasn't that it didn't suit him, it was just that Phil thought that it would get in the way. And if it held important stuff it could be easily lost as it was a carrier.

"Wearing what?" Alan asked. He thought what he was wearing was perfectly suited for tonight's events. He had his magic satchel.

"The man-purse." Phil pointed, "you're actually going to wear that or are you guys just fucking with me?" yes, sometimes he was just plain mean, and that he couldn't help.

"Its where I keep all my things." Alan told Phil. "I get a lot of compliments on this." He felt indignant, but he knew that Phil was the kind of person to tell you things straight out. "Plus, it's not a man-purse. It's called a satchel." Alan glanced up as the elevator dinged. "Indiana Jones wears one." He pointed out quietly.

"So does Joy Behar." See sometimes he can't control it.

They crowed into the elevator that also had a man and woman in it.

"We're going up." The man told them.

"Yeah, that's perfect." Phil told him, hitting the top button—he had a surprise for the guys.

"Really?" Stu questioned.

"We're going up?" Doug asked as the doors slid closed.

"Going down is more fun." Alan agreed, feeling Phil's eyes flicker to him at the subtle comment. Just the man wait until he was lit!

"I'm just saying, it's clearly marked, okay?" Stu complained to Phil as they exited onto the roof. "We are definitely not supposed to be up here." He held the door for Doug and Alan though.

Phil turned, "Come on, we're paying for a villa. We can do whatever we want."

"Yeah, but—" Stu started again, but Phil cut him off.

"Just wedge the door open." He told Stu. He stepped over to the ladder on the wall, leading a little higher up. "Guys, come up here." He told them as he started to climb the ladder; Stu wedged the door open with a cement block.

"How the hell did you find this place?" Doug asked as he climbed the ladder after Phil.

"Don't worry about it." Phil told Doug as he stepped on to the landing. In all truth he scouted the place.

"Oh!" was all Doug could say as he made it to the top to see the view. "You alright?" he asked Alan as he also reached the top.

"Yeah." Was his shaky answer, he hated ladders but he would go anywhere Phil told him to, as long as it wasn't away.

"Look at the view up here." Doug smiled at the gorgeous site.

"You happy?" Phil asked as he shook Doug's hand; it was all lights.

"This is great." Doug told him.

"Whoa!" Stu breathed as he stepped from the ladder, Phil chuckled at his reaction. "Are you kidding?"

"Alan," Phil called, "how we doing over there, buddy?"

"Good." Alan answered; as he took a few things out of the plastic beg he was carrying. Phil had actually pulled him to the side and asked Alan if he could grab a few things for him, but to keep it on the down-low. Alan had agreed eagerly, wanting to stay in his secret love's good graces. He walked over to the others with four shot glasses and a bottle.

"What do you got over there, Alan?" Doug asked as his newly found brother danced over. "Uh-oh" was all Doug could think as he saw the bottle in Alan's hand.

"Right?" Phil asked, he was glad he thought of this, and grateful that Alan had agreed to go for him. His heart pumped a little faster as he had secretly pulled the man aside; even though Phil had just pulled him aside to ask a favour, his head filled with the other things that he could have done to the shorter man. And maybe his hand had lingered on his shoulder just a bit.

"A little Jaegermicter." Doug laughed. "Good call, on the roof."

Alan handed out the shot glasses. First Stu, then Doug, and lastly Phil. As Alan handed the bottle to Phil, their fingers brushed, they both looked at each other, their eyes meeting if only for a second. But that second was enough to confirm each suspicions, dash away the lingering doubt.

"I'd like to make a toast." Stu said as Phil filled their glasses with Jaeger. "To Doug and Tracey." He held up his shot. "May tonight be . . . but a minor speed bump in an otherwise very long and healthy marriage. Cheers."

"Cheers!" they coursed as they tapped each others glasses and took a mouth full Jaeger, the liquid burning down their throats.

"Just like College." Doug smiled at the memories that old taste brought back.

"I'd like to—I'd like to say something..." Alan said, handing his glass to Phil; if he didn't say this now he would never get another chance. "That I prepared for..." he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, "Tonight."

"Alright, Alan." Stu nodded encouragingly.

Alan unfolded the paper and took a breath. "Hello." He read, "How about that ride in? I guess that's why they call it Sin City." He chuckled awkwardly at his own joke, Phil smiled. "You guys 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." Alan glanced up at the guys. "But when my sister brought Doug home, I knew he was one of my own." He nodded to Doug, "And my wolf pack, it grew by one. So were there two—" he stumbled slightly over his words, "So there were two of us in the wolf pack. I was alone first in the pack, and then Doug joined in later." Phil was slightly confused as he looked at the others. "And six months ago. . . " that caught Phil's interest; that was when they met. "When Doug introduced me to you guys," Alan looked at Phil as he said this, catching his eye, "I thought: 'Wait a second, could it be?' And now, I know for sure. I just added two more guys to my wolf pack." He took a breath. "Four of us wolves . . . running around the desert together in Las Vegas . . Looking for strippers and cocaine." Alan finished his speech, tucking it under his arm.

"So, tonight," he pulled out a pocketknife from his pocket, "...I make a toast—" he flipped the blade out.

"Whoa!" came from Doug.

"What—?" from Stu.

And "What do you got there, buddy?" from Phil, what the hell was Alan gonna do with that?

They jumped back as Alan brought the knife down against the flesh of his left palm. When he was a kid, he never had any close friends, not like he saw in movies where they always did blood pacts in their secret tree forts to stay friends forever. Well, this rooftop of Caesars Palace and these three men were going to be his blood pact, his wolf pack. And Phil—

"Dude, what the fuck?" was yelled from Phil, the same time as: "What the hell are you doing?" was yelled from Doug.

Alan groaned, biting his bearded lip as the sharp blade sliced through his flesh, blood welling gently in his hand.

"What is that?" Stu asked incredulously, jumping back.

"Blood brothers." Alan answered simply; he wanted to be close with these guys. He wanted to be close like they three were close. He didn't want to be the outsider. He wanted Phil—

"Don't… Why did you…?" Stu was so confused right now, his chest heaving.

"Damn it." Doug said, looking at Alan's hand, trying to see how bad the cut was.

"Here." Alan said, gesturing with the knife to Doug; it was his turn.

"Alan—" Doug started, dropping his hand and stepping back beside Stu.

"No." Stu breathed out nervous, grasping his shorter friend's arm.

"No, I'm not doing that." Doug told him seriously.

"Go ahead, Stuart." Alan said, holding out the knife to the Dentist.

"Make him stop." Stu begged Doug.

Doug squeezed his eyes shut for a second before stepping back towards Alan. "Alan, we're not gonna cut ourselves." He reached attentively for the knife, "Give me the knife…" After a moments hesitation, Alan handed the knife over to Doug. "Slowly, thank you."

"But the wolf pack…" Alan whispered.

"Okay. Thank you very much." Doug set the knife on the roof ledge, well out of the other man's reach. "We don't need blood poisoning."

Alan brought his palm to his pouting lips and sucked on his stinging hand. He guess he understood why they didn't want to do it; it hurt like hell.

"You all right?" Phil asked his voice full of concern. "Are you okay?" God, Alan scared the shit out of him; bringing that knife, than cutting his hand. Shit!

"Mm-hm." Alan answered, still sucking on the cut.

"Do you need a doctor?" Phil asked as he lay a hand on the man's shoulder.

"He's good." Doug said.

"You sure?" Phil was still worried about the guy; it looked like it hurt.

"I'm good." Alan said to Phil. And he was, the cut didn't hurt as much. He was just happy to know that Phil was that concerned. With his free hand, he reached into his satchel without problem and pulled out a small baggie easily.

"What's this?" Phil took it with curiosity and found himself staring at a miniature travel-travel sized first aid set. He blinked at the ruddy-haired man in surprise; he wondered what other surprises were hidden in that satchel. The Garner son definitely planned ahead. Phil found himself easily slipping the mask of doctor on over his teacher's tie and set to wrapping the man's warm palm. "Perfect." Phil said when he finished and Alan grinned at him.

"Alan, come here, buddy." He waved Alan over to the other two watching men.

"Get in here, Crazy." Stu said awkwardly.

Phil gave Alan his renewed shot of Jaeger along with everyone else as he made his own toast, "All right, to a night we'll never forget but to a night that the four of us will never forget."

They held their glasses in the middle, a silent cheers.

[tbc]

Chapter endnote: Please review!

So, I do realize that there isn't much originality for most all (99.999%) conversation was taken from the movie and everything else, but for a little tidbit here and there that I just added recently after rereading this chapter, and then reposted it. But I can promise that when I do eventually/finally add part 2 to this, that there will be way more original bits. :)

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