Yay! My first SetoxJoey fic ever!

I was watching a video on YouTube featuring Seto and Joey with this song when I thought, "I could totally see this happening (under the right circumstances)." For anyone who has heard the song "Last Name" by Carrie Underwood, you can probably guess where this one is going. Also, I'm going to apologize right now for not being very good at writing Joey's accent. I've tried my best with it but it's not very good. But don't worry. I'm sure I'll get better with it in the future.

Read and enjoy!

(Prologue)

Morning light flowed in, making the blonde occupying the bed turn over; away from the light. He snuggled in, breathing in the scent of the room and relaxed even more. He wanted to sleep a bit longer, but the thought of breakfast was becoming very tempting. Joey rolled over again, still not opening his eyes. He felt so warm and comfy, lying there in bed. It was hard to find the will to even get up. He didn't remember the motel beds being this soft, but he didn't care because it felt so good right now. The door opened, and someone walked in. It was probably Yami, seeing if Joey or Yugi were awake yet. Yugi probably wasn't up yet either, depending on what time it was. They had had quite a lot to drink last night and Yugi had never been able to hold his alcohol every well, so Yami probably wouldn't be waking him up anytime soon anyway.

Not wanting to get up yet, he laid perfectly still and breathed in slowly, pretending to still be asleep in hope Yami would decide to leave him be too. After shuffling around a bit, whoever it was walked past again and opened the door to leave. Joey didn't think to confirm the person's identity untill they actually spoke.

"See you in a couple of hours, pup."

Joey froze. The door closed and footsteps faded down the hall. "That," he thought, "was definitely not Yami."

An hour later, Joey was scrambling to find all his stuff. After that person had left and Joey felt sure he wasn't coming back, he'd got up and saw he wasn't in his motel room that he shared with Yugi and Yami. What's more, he was completely naked and very, very sore. He had already guessed what had happened last night but he was going to deny it, because even he wasn't so irresponsible as to sleep with some random stranger he'd met at the bar; was he? He was going to pretend he wasn't.

The room he had been sleeping in turned out to be a five-star suite! He could tell by all the fancy, polished wood furniture in the room and the giant water fountains he could see from his 13 story window. And where was he? Well, he wasn't sure but he had a good idea. The bar he'd had managed to drag Yugi and Yami to had been located on the outskirts of Vegas so chances where good that was where he was. Joey had already gotten on most of his clothes, but his phone was still missing.

He didn't want to have to ask some stranger where he was. That would be too embarrassing. No, he would find his phone and call Yugi; see if he or Yami couldn't tell him where he was. Or maybe if they could just come get him.

"O'kay, phone? Phone?" The blonde lifted the bed sheets, looking under them and then under the bed for a second time. He had already search the connecting rooms. Bottles of fancy alcohol and game chips littered a table in a room to his right; his clothes had been lying on the floor next to the bed, along with a white coat he had never seen before and brochures for entertainment centers were thrown all over the floor. Just what the hell had he been doing? And more importantly, who with? Joey shook his head. But he didn't have time for that, he needed to find his phone. The bathroom looked mostly untouched so he didn't bother with there for too long. "Damn it. Where the hell is it?"

Joey looked around the room once more. Bed, clothing drawers, closet, bathroom. Was it possible that his mystery partner had taken it by accident? Joey shook his head, highly doubted whoever he was would have taken his phone. Or at least not on purpose. Next to the bed, on a small table, sat a telephone provided by the hotel. Joey smiled, getting an idea. He picked up the receiver and dialed in his cell phone number. A few seconds later, a ringing rung out from the bed. Setting the receiver down and following the noise, Joey found his phone; stuck between the headboard and the mattress. "It must have fallen there sometime last night." He thought. With his phone in hand, Joey grabbed his coat and took one last look around, just to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything, before he left. Stepping into an elevator down the hall and hitting the button for the lobby, Joey tried to think back to last night. He knew they had gone to the bar for drinks but he was having a hard time remember what happened after that.