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Overwhelming bass lines and reverberant drum patterns, clipped with violin strings of Lindsey Stirling sounded throughout the whole hotel room, as the young woman stood before the mirror, figuring out what to wear for her friend's birthday party. She had brought along three evening outfits. You know, just in case. Still not being satisfied though, she opened her suitcase once again. Her hips were occasionally swinging in tact to the music, as she surveyed her clothes her gaze suddenly fixed on her cream sleeveless lace dress, she had bought only a week ago and her dark blue slimming blazer. "Perfect", she said smiling. Once she was dressed and her make-up was done, she put on her brown high heels and checked her view in the mirror yet again. Not being quite the fan of make-up, she had chosen a rather natural look and her dark curls hung loosely over her shoulders. A moment later there was a knock on the door and her friend's voice sounded: "Julia are you ready?"
"Just a sec!", the young woman shouted back and quickly stuffed everything she needed into her small handbag. Upon opening the door, she was greeted with a wide beam by her friend. "Wow. Look at you", Hannah exclaimed excited.
Julia however waved her off. "Right. Now you ready to celebrate properly, birthday girl?", she checked, as she laced her arm with Hannah's.
"Oh, you know me", she said, as they started walking down the hall. "I'm always in the mood to party."
"No. Sid", Doug exclaimed as his future father-in law opened the garage, revealing a shining silver Mercedes. "Really?"
"Come on, we're family now", Sid reassured him and gave him a light pat on the shoulder. "You sure? I mean, you love this car", Doug checked again, as he admired the vehicle, his fingers slowly tracing the side of it.
"Doug, it's just a car. Just make sure to put some Armor All on the tires so the sand doesn't seep in."
"Absolutely. That's easy."
"Oh, and, uh, don't let Alan drive…", Sid said, as both their heads turned to look at Alan, who was sitting in the front yard, kissing his dog. "Because there's something wrong with him. Oh, and Phil either. I don't like him", he added, shaking his head. "I will be the only one driving this car. I promise", Doug reassured him, smiling brightly as Sid tossed him the keys. "Remember, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas", Sid joked and both of them chuckled. "Except for herpes. That shit'll come back with you", he then added in a more serious tone. Doug only nodded, before he loaded his and Alan's bags into the boot of the car. After having said goodbye to his future bride, Doug urged Alan that it was time to leave. They still had to pick up the others, before they would drive off into the weekend of their lifetime.
Dark twisted fantasy turned to reality – kissing death and losing my breath – was blasting through the speakers as they entered the first bar. Julia quickly spotted the other girls Hannah had invited to the party and walked over. It had mostly been business women, like themselves. Julia didn't even know if Hannah communicated with women of a different profession as well. A few kisses were exchanged before they ordered the first round and some of them spread out in the room to go dancing. It didn't stay with one round of course and soon they were ordering their third, before they decided to change location. Julia was the only one who wasn't drinking though, as she had renounced alcohol a long time ago. There hadn't been a groundbreaking incident, she just made the decision for herself and had stuck to it ever since. As they reached their next location the dark haired woman immediately hit for the dance floor, but as soon as some guys tried to hit on her, she retreated to the bar. "Oi what's up with you?", Hannah slurred as she joined her at the bar. Her British accent now being more obvious than ever. "Nothing", Julia reassured her. "I'm just not in the mood for those immature guys… yet", she added and nipped on the Red Bull she had ordered. Hannah didn't say anything but only giggled, which caused Julia to laugh as well. "Where do you want to go next?"
"Next?", Hannah asked in wonder. "You want to leave already?"
Julia rolled her eyes, before she said: "This place is boring, I want to go somewhere exciting."
"Like?"
The dark haired thought for a second. "The Hardrock", she then exclaimed and Hannah's eyes lit up immediately. "Oh yes brilliant! Let's go there!"
The cool night of Las Vegas was filled with giggles and laughter as they stumbled towards the Hardrock Café.
"I'm just saying it's clearly marked, okay?", Stu pointed out, worry swinging in his voice. "We are definitely not supposed to be up here."
"Come on, we're paying for a villa. We can do whatever the fuck we want. Just wedge the door open", Phil said and pointed at a huge brick. Using a ladder they climbed further up the roof. "How the hell did you find this place?", Doug wanted to know. Phil didn't answer though as he was already admiring the beautiful view over the city of Las Vegas. "Look at the view up here", Doug exclaimed as he joined him, as did Stu. "Wow. You kidding?"
In the meantime Alan was preparing some drinks and then kind of dancingly walked over to them. "What do you got over there, Alan?", Doug wanted to know. "Uh-oh a little Jägermeister."
"Um, no, this is good. I'd like to make a toast", Stu said, as Phil filled their glasses. "To Doug and Tracy. May tonight be… but a minor speed bump in an otherwise very long and healthy marriage." They toasted and then downed the first shots.
"All right. I wanna talk about something", Phil started, but was cut off by Alan. "I'd like to say something… that I prepared… tonight." He then grabbed a piece of crumbled paper out of his pocket and started to read it. "Hello. How about that ride in? I guess that's why they called it Sin city. 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. 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, and then Doug joined in later. 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. Four of us wolves running around the desert together in Las Vegas looking for strippers and cocaine. So tonight… I make a toast", Alan finished his speech and suddenly held up a pocketknife, as the others backed a way. Without a second thought he cut right across the inside of his hand. "What is that?", Stu asked in shock. "Blood brothers", he simply answered and offered the knife to the others.
"Alan, we're not gonna cut ourselves", Doug said sternly. "Give me the knife. Slowly. Thank you", he added, as Alan handed the knife over. "Okay. Thank you very much."
"You all right? Are you okay? Do you need a doctor?", Phil wanted to know, as Alan held his hand against his mouth, but he simply shook his head no. "He's fine. He's good", Dough reassured him.
"You sure?"
"I'm good", Alan then added as well and Phil calmed again. "Perfect. Alan, come here, buddy", he said, as they formed a circle and hold up their drinks. "All right, to a night the four of us will never forget."