A/N: I know there are already a couple of stories based of Katy Perry's song Waking Up in Vegas. But when I first heard it my brain was already messing around with it for a fan fic. So here is my version of the story. I won't have many other characters in the story other than Courtney and Duncan but trust me I'll make it as entertaining as possible.

I also want to add that this will be my last fan fic before I take a minor departure from fan fiction writing. College is about to start soon and I need to put all my time and energy in that. But worry not i will eventually return! Now on with the story!


Vegas



Chapter 1: Help Me Out

Courtney moaned and brought a hand to her face tiredly. Her head was killing her and her eyes felt glued shut. Her stomach was a bit queasy but she didn't feel like she would throw any time soon, Thank god.

'What happened last night?' Courtney's eyes snapped open when she realized where she was. Las Vegas!

She had been having a hard time at work when her law firm had been suffering a few lost cases and her boss suggested she take a vacation. She had been contemplating and deciding where to go when she finally decided just to head to Vegas on her own. No friends, no family, no one but herself.

She had reserved a room at one of the finest hotels and had packed all her stuff, all her money, all her clothes and had planned on partying and sleeping alone.

Wait a minute… Courtney vaguely recalled green hair, piercings, alcohol, and… and…

Courtney very slowly started turning her head unaware that her sleeping partner had also just awaken and turning his head towards hers. Onyx eyes met teal ones before they both let out a cry of surprise and stumbled out of bed.

"OH MY GOD! Duncan what are you doing in here!" yelled Courtney pulling the covers over herself.

Duncan backed up against the wall opposite of hers and tried to sooth his aching head. "What am I doing here? This isn't my room?" he asked delirious.

"NO!" screamed Courtney searching for her clothes which were scrambled all over the room. "Oh God please tell me we didn't!"

Duncan rubbed his swollen eyes before asking groggily, "Do what?"

Courtney glared at him disbelievingly as he continued to just stand there in all his naked glory. She stubbornly kept her gaze on his face as to not look at his… um…. lower body parts.

"Sex you idiot!" yelled Courtney finally finding her underwear. "Tell me we didn't have sex!"

Duncan scoffed before rubbing his temples. "Alright first of all: chill princess, my head is already killing me. Secondly, so what if we had sex? It's not like we haven't before."

Courtney, still keeping herself covered, put on her panties and pants while scurrying around the room for her bra and shirt. "First of all, don't call me princess we're not together! Secondly, if we did have sex it was wrong because not only are we not together, but we weren't even sober!" She finally saw her bra hanging off the ceiling light. She groaned before huffing out, "How do we even know if we used protection?"

Duncan looked around before spotting something. "Ta da!" said Duncan holding up an empty condom packet. "I guess we dodged a bullet there," he said locating his boxers and slipping them on.

Courtney shot him a dirty look while trying to reach for her bra. "Oh ha, ha. Do you ever take anything seriously?"

It was now Duncan's turn to cast her a dirty look. "Oh please as if I was the only one getting my rocks off, and I'm pretty sure you're the one who started it last night princess." He continued to watch her jump up and down, still wrapped up in her sheets, trying to reach for her bra.

"How do you even remember last night?" she snapped. "It's all a blur to me."

"Maybe for you, but I've done plenty of partying in my time," he said making his way up to her. "The only reason you don't remember is because you're a light weight."

Courtney scoffed and was going to yell at him until he lifted her up by the waist holding her high in the air. "What are you doing?" she screeched at him.

"Helping you get your damn bra!" He shot back hoisting her higher.

Courtney reached up for it and finally caught one of the straps between her fingers when her sheet slipped off. She screamed while Duncan muttered, "Nice."

She squirmed so much that Duncan lost his balance and fell on his back sending Courtney's naked top on top of him. Unfortunately Courtney feel slightly forward, pressing her boobs into Duncan's face. She felt electricity shoot through her as his warm breath hit her naked chest and his hands found her sides.

She screamed before pushing herself off him and practically crawling into the hallway where he couldn't see her. Meanwhile Duncan just laid there happily. "Wow," he said still in awe of what just happened. "You still have it sweetheart."

"SHUT UP!" yelled Courtney who was wrestling to get her bra on. She remained hidden in the hallway where she found her shirt. She began putting it on while yelling at Duncan, "Can you please get out of here. I would like a moment to myself."

Duncan tried getting up when his entire body protested. He moaned out in pain. "Can you at least call me a taxi. I'm pretty hung over."

As Courtney finally got her very low cut shirt on she realized something. "Shit! I'm broke."

Duncan furrowed his brow at the very uncharacteristic thing of her. She was usually so responsible with her money. But then again last night had been a usual night. "How the hell are you broke?" he asked still baffled by the fact.

Courtney shook her head before burying it in her hands. "I'm starting to remember last night. I think I lost it all when I gambled it away on poker or some stupid card game."

Duncan rolled his eyes before thumping his head against the floor. Courtney finally came out of the hallway. She was now dressed but still looked disheveled with her untamed hair and blood-shot eyes. Duncan was sure he didn't look too hot either. He could feel the strands of his Mohawk falling loose and bags pulling at his eyes. He also felt... sticky? He remembered something about body shots

'Well that explains the salt in my belly button.'

He glanced over at Courtney who was had slumped on the floor and buried her head in her hands. Last night hadn't seemed so bad when he ran into her. Or was it? He still couldn't make out a lot of last night but they obviously must've had a good time to have waken up like this.

He was pretty sure the alcohol was to blame but a strange part of him couldn't help but think that all of this happened for a reason. He finally shook his head foolishly. 'Nah, after 5 years? Who am I kidding?'

He took his eyes off Courtney and just stared at the ceiling. He hadn't even noticed Courtney looking at him curiously. She cleared her throat and started talking. "OK we need to find out how much money we have left, how to get back home, and what the hell happened last night."

Duncan sighed and placed his hands behind his head. "After a good 4 hour nap."

Courtney looked at him pleadingly obviously uncomfortable with the whole situation. Not that he blamed her. It was one thing to run into your ex after five years. It was another when you run into them in Las Vegas, all alone, trying to have some fun, getting drunk, and having sex.

"C'mon Duncan. You gotta help me out," she begged.

Duncan looked at her pleading eyes before sighing again. Why must she be so hard to say no to? He got up and began collecting his clothes. "Alright, alright. Let's get out of here and figure this all out," he said winking at her.


A/N: So what do you think? Huh? Huh? Don't worry the rest of the story get's juicier!Much jucier! Please Review and tell me what you think! NO FLAMES! God help you if I get a flame!