Author's Note: I would like to state that there are way too few Hangover stories out there. Come on, people, Bradley Cooper is hot. I would also like to state that yes, this is another story about Doug bringing his sister along for the Las Vegas bachelor's trip, however I am hoping that as I write it, it will not mesh together with other stories of the same nature. Also, I am keeping Phil as being in the middle of a divorce. This will take place before, during, and possibly after the movie.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hangover, although sometimes I do have one. Haha! (Yes, that was my bad attempt at humor.)

Five, six, seven, eight, she thought in her mind, counting the beats before she was supposed to start dancing. As she recognized her cue, she and several other dancers began to sway and snap their bodies to the music as they had been trained to do.

Evelyn Billings had loved dancing all of her life. That had been clear since she was young enough to beg to be entered into a dance class. Her main love was ballet. After being heartbroken because she had not been accepted into Julliard, and being even more furious when she had found out that it was because her father had 'accidentally' forgotten to mail her application until after the deadline - he had thought a career of dancing was stupid, she had made her father even more furious by becoming a backup dancer for various celebrities after going to school.

She had always been closer with her elder brother Doug. He was only a year older than her and the two of them had been best friends all of their lives. She looked almost nothing like her brother. She was short in comparison to his tall height, but both of them were thin. Evelyn had a curvaceous body which she kept fit due to dancing and a healthy diet. The only other traits they seemed to have in common were their oval faces, tanned skin, and dark hair. Evelyn's hair cascaded in waves to the middle of her back and was cut stylishly with side bangs and layers. Her oval face had high cheekbones and red, full lips. Her eyes were oval shaped and a bright green with gold flecks in them. Full, long lashes extended from them and her eyebrows were plucked beautifully.
She had minimal makeup on, just eyeliner, mascara, lip gloss and a bit of cover up - there was no need to get all made up during rehearsal because you just sweat it off for no reason.

Her phone was vibrating in her pocket and she ignored it, continuing to dance in her gold sequined shorts and her black bikini top. The choreographer finally told them to take a break and she checked her phone.
She had about a dozen missed calls - two from her mother, about four from Doug, three from her brother's girl friend Tracy, and three from her brother's (and formerly hers) friend Stu. She sipped a bottle of water and pressed send when her brother's call was highlighted. He picked up in the middle of one ring.

"Evie!" he cried out.
"Dougie?" she asked confused. Her brother sounded excited.
"Tracy and I are getting married!"
Evelyn screamed loudly, causing everybody in the rehearsal studio to turn and look at the source.
Doug held the phone away from his ear, the scream far too loud for his ear to handle. "I think my ear is bleeding," he mumbled.
Stu laughed as he handed Phil another beer; he had heard the scream from the doorway, "She still screams like a banshee when she's excited, I see."
Doug laughed, "What are you doing that you haven't answered any of our calls? We've all tried to call you…except Phil." He put the phone on speaker so that they could all hear his sister's response.
"I was dancing," she laughed. "I kind of get paid to do that, Doug. I can't answer my phone in the middle of it"
"You're a stripper?" Phil screamed out loudly. He was joking, of course, but the thought hadn't entered a bad spot in his mind.
"No, Phillip," she was scowling into her phone, "I am not a stripper. I am a backup dancer. And might I say it is just lovely to speak to you again."

He smirked, noting the sarcasm in the girl's voice. The two of them had been close back in high school. However they had a slight falling out when she had fought with her parents and moved out of the house. Seeing as how they still lived in the same area they were on good terms and talked occasionally, as she did with Doug and Stu as well, but they weren't as close as they used to be.
"And it's nice to talk to you, too, Evie," he chuckled. Stu, feeling slightly left out, shouted out, "Evie! Hi!"
"Stuey!" the girl cried out over the phone, "Hello, dear! How are you?"
Phil rolled his eyes at the affection she clearly showed towards Stu. The two of them had been complete nerds together in high school, always studying together. Phil on the other hand, usually copied off of them to slink past.

That was what had always confused the boys about Evelyn. She had done amazingly well in school. She was even offered scholarships to go to other, more accomplished high schools - she had straight A's and a perfect score on her SATs. She had been accepted to Harvard and Princeton (her father had made her apply) but when she still only wanted to go to Julliard. To her father's dismay, she attended a local college with her brother and their friends and gained a teaching degree as opposed to anything her father wanted her to be. The degree meant nothing to her, except that she enjoyed English and kids and it was a good backup plan, and she quickly forgot about it after being paid for her first music video appearance.

Tracy walked into the room and noticed the boys gathered around the phone, "Is that Evie?" Her face lit up at the prospect. Tracy and Evie had become close soon after Doug began dating her. Doug nodded and Tracy snatched the phone from the boys, rushing into another room after pressing the button so speaker phone was off. "Evie? Hi, sweetie, it's Tracy! I saved you from those boys. Listen, I wanted to talk to you," Tracy rambled on as she shuffled out of the living room, absconding with Doug's phone.

"Well," Phil spoke up, "That was expected."
Doug laughed, "Hey, it's good. They get along." He sat on the couch with his friends and smiled at them.
"So when exactly are you two getting married?" Stu asked, smiling back.
"Three months, I think."
Phil whistled, "That fast?"
"Yeah, well, Tracy's had her wedding planned out since she was a kid," Doug smiled, "she just has to get everything that she wants together."
"And with her family's money that should be no problem, huh?" Phil rolled his eyes.
Doug gave the other man a look, "Calm down, Phil."
"Listen, in all seriousness, Dougie, can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, what?"
"I'm going to need somewhere to stay soon, after the divorce clears. Not for long. Just long enough to get a new place and get settled."
Doug nodded, "You can stay with me, but after the wedding you're going to stay somewhere else, bud."
"Not me," Stu raised his hands up in defense. "Melissa would-"
Phil held up a hand to stop him, "I would never stay in a house with Melissa to begin with."
Doug interrupted before Stu could say anything, "Maybe Evie would let you stay with her. I know she has a roommate, but I'm sure there'd be room," he shrugged.

Tracy entered the room, tossing Doug's phone on his lap. She sat on a recliner nearby, "I asked Evie to come and try on her dress with me next week," she smiled, "So I think it'd be nice if we all went out to dinner. You know, us, the boys, her, and Alan."
Doug nodded, "That's a great idea, Trace. Make reservations wherever you want. How's she getting here?"
Tracy wrung her fingers together, "She's going to drive the Camaro, she said."

Doug leaned his head back, groaning. His sister had two cars. One of them was an old, 1996 Chevy that was beat to Hell. It had been Doug's first car in high school, later passed on to Evelyn. The other was the second car she ever got. It was a brand new, green Camaro. And when she drove that, she drove like a maniac. The boys didn't know that yet - Hell, Doug forgot if they even knew she had one. His question was answered shortly.
"Evie has a Camaro, now? No more chunk mobile?" Phil looked ecstatic.
"Yeah," Doug nodded, "Brand new. Well, she still has that piece of crap, too."
"Wow!" Stu grinned. "That's great! Good for her. She always wanted one of those."
"Can she pick me up for the dinner next week? I want to see this bad boy!"
Tracy looked away, eyes wide, to Phil's comment. She'd been in both of Evie's cars and she knew that Evie liked to go fast in the newer one.

One Week Later.

A car screeched to a stop outside of Doug's apartment. Phil lifted his head up off of the couch that he'd fallen asleep on. It was a Saturday, he noted, as the alarm on the phone had not gone off to tell him to get to school and do his job. He swung his legs around so he was now in a sitting position on the couch and stretched his arms over his head before moving to the window. He peered out of the window, pushing the curtain to the side, and saw a bright green Camaro that was newly washed and waxed from the shine of it. It had two white stripes over the hood and the trunk of it. A petite brunette was bent over inside, getting her purse.

Phil's eyebrows raised. The last time he had seen Evie had been at her grandmother's funeral about a year ago. She had been head to toe in loose black clothing and a mess. This Evie was something brand new to him. She was tanned and her body seemed toned - he could tell from the back view. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders in a wave of dark brown curls. He pulled himself away from the window and made his way to Doug's room.

"Doug, Evie's here," he called in. Doug groaned before moving and Phil raced for the door when he heard the doorbell ring. He opened it and saw Evie standing there, balancing her phone in one hand as she texted with her thumb and her coffee, purse, and sunglasses in the other. She looked up, eyes wide. "Hey… Oh, Phil, hi!" She cried out the last part and threw her arms around him, "How are you?"
"I'm good. Wow, Evie, you look great!"

She did a little twirl for him and he noticed the toned arms and the gorgeous legs she was flaunting. She had on a pair of what looked like short black dress shorts and the black heels on her feet gave her legs even more appeal. She had on a white loose fitting shirt and a grey blazer atop that. Her makeup was done almost professionally and she was beaming at him.
"So do you, Phil. You look a lot more mature," she nodded as they separated.
He gave her his signature smirk and nodded, "I know, I know, I try," he chuckled. "Come in, Doug's waking up now."

He shut the door behind his friend's younger sister and tilted his head, admiring the view as she walked past him. Smirking, he followed her to the couch and sat next to her. She sat her phone and her coffee on the table before putting her sunglasses in her bag and setting that on the ground in front of her. She pulled off her blazer and let it rest behind her as she leaned back, yawning, "I'm never up this early," she smiled as Phil looked over at her. Her shirt was a bit loose, being buttoned just enough so that it showed her collarbone and a bit of cleavage, but not much.

Doug walked into the room, yawning much like his sister had. "Hey, Evie!" he greeted his sister warmly by leaning down and giving her a kiss on the cheek, before moving towards the kitchen to get coffee.
"Phil, what are you doing today?" Doug called out from the kitchen.
"Um, nothing, why?"
"Do you want to come today to try on your tux? Stu and Alan are coming."
Phil groaned, rolling his eyes, "Alan? Seriously? Come on, man!"
"He's Tracy's brother!" Doug yelled back.
"Have you met him yet?" Phil whispered towards Evie.
She shrugged, "I think I've seen him once."
Phil laughed, "Well, you're in for a surprise."

"Evie!" There was a cry of excitement from the doorway when Tracy arrived. She hugged her future sister in law tightly and kissed her on both cheeks. "Oh, I'm so happy you were free today! The other bridesmaids aren't coming, but that's okay because I wanted to ask you to be my maid of honor!"
Evie squealed happily, "Are you sure, Trace?"
"Uh-huh! I mean, who better than my future sister?" Evie pulled her new sister back in for a longer hug, "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"So, I thought you could drive Phil to go get Stu and meet us there and we'll go pick up Alan?"
Evie nodded, "That's fine, no problem. Are we still going out to eat afterwards? Should I go home and change for dinner or is it casual?"
Tracy looked Evie up and down for a moment before giggling, "I'd at least wear a skirt, Eve."
Evie nodded, "Got it! Okay, well, we'll go get Stu and meet you guys there!" she grabbed onto Phil's sleeve and tugged him out of the apartment.

"Since when did you drive like that?" Phil screamed out. His hair was wild due to the wind coming in through the windows. Evie smiled over at him, eyes lit up behind her designer sunglasses, and could tell that Phil's were lit up behind his.
She let out a soft giggle as she turned the key to turn her engine off and shrugged, "I guess when I got the car…Usher told me-"
"Wait, Usher? Like the Usher?"
She nodded, "I went on tour with him for awhile, I was a backup dancer."
"Shut the fuck up," he rolled his eyes. Evie laughed lightly, "I'm serious!"
They both turned their heads to the doorway of Stu's house, "So," he began, "You going to go get him or am I?"
She smirked dangerously, "I'll Ro Sham Bo you for it."
He groaned, "No! That's not fair, you don't have the right parts, you'll win!"
She rolled her eyes and opened the car door, "You're such a baby, Phil. I'll go."

Author's Note: In case any of you fine readers are unfamiliar with the term, Ro Sham Bo can either be rock paper scissors, or it can be a game where you kick each other in the…manly private area until one of you falls down or gives up.