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"Hello?" The voice on the other line of the phone was female. It sounded desperate, rushed, and frustrated. It was more of a 'what the fuck's going on? hello' than a regular one. The rough male voice on the other end coughed.
"Tracy, its Phil," the man answered almost casually.
"Phil. Where the hell are you guys? I'm freaking out," the woman replied frantically. He sighed lightly before continuing.
"Yeah, listen…" He sniffed. "Uh…" He sighed again, more harshly, his voice changing to a more worried, distressed tone. "We fucked up."
"What are you talking about?" She kept her voice low and tried to sound calm, but her anger and confusion shined through clearly.
"The bachelor party; the whole night." He sighed again. "Things got out of control and, uh…" he paused and tried to think of a more delicate way to put this. "We lost Doug."
"What." It was more of a demand than a question.
"We can't find Doug," He sounded defeated.
"What are you saying Phil?" She growled. "We're getting married in five hours!" Her anger was rising and the edge in her voice was growing.
"Yeah…" He nodded lightly. "That's not gonna happen."
You confused? I bet. Hold your horses! I'll go back to the beginning in a minute. My name is Katy Galloway. I work down at the Pep Boys auto repair shop. Shut up, I know it's not the best job in the world, but I surprisingly make my fair share of money. At least I'm not a school teacher. Ha. Anyway, I've been friends with Tracy since elementary school. When I met Doug I knew he was the perfect match for her. How we became friends you ask?
One day his car needed tune ups and a break check. Tracy recommended me and I fixed up his car nice. I do know my way around a vehicle. He also recommended me to a couple people and boosted my job credentials.
Along the way I met Stu and Phil. Stu now happens to my dentist now! As for Phil… I had always thought that Phil was "attractive" from the beginning, but he was such a player so stayed away from that field. He was also married and had a kid so I backed off more. After I while my feelings left and the only thing I felt for him was a friendship.
Now that Tracy and Doug are getting married we all decided to go to Vegas! I was unsure if I should go, but Tracy insisted. Also Phil's wife filed for divorce and got it done quickly. I relaxed more and finally felt like I could joke around with him, but I still stay alert just in case. The trip came faster than I thought.
This all began about three days ago…
I just got done doing a standard tune up on an ancient orange Jeep CJ7 when I heard an additional car pull up behind me.
"Kat! Time to go!" I twisted around, frustrated, ready to snap at Phil. I stopped dead with my mouth hung open and eyes wide when I turned around. I forgot what witty comment I was about to make and hurried over.
"Jesus tap-dancing Christmas! Nice fucking car!" I practically died when I laid eyes upon that silver 1969 Mercedes-Benz Cabriolet! I was circling it, taking it all in. An exasperated sigh escaped the lips of tan school teacher.
"Just fuckin' hurry up. We gotta pick up Stu." I waved him away and pranced over to my boss' office, a wide grin smacked upon my features.
"Frank? I'm leavin for Vegas now." He nodded as I took off my greasy gloves and threw them on a random counter.
"Alright." He glanced up. "Bye, Katy. See you in a couple days." He smiled, his old features softening. "Have fun!" He called when I was almost out the door.
"Won't have to worry about that!" I called back and raced over to the car. I placed my hands on the edge and hopped over it, landing on Phil's lap. He grunted loudly in pain. I laughed and looked at Doug. "These seats are really comfortable too!" He laughed at Phil's pained expression. "Oh, yeah! Doug! Would you mind dropping me off at a friend's house when we get to Vegas? She's out of town and I've gotta take care of her dogs. Also, my stuff is there. I'll catch up with you guys later; just tell me what room you'll be in."
"You've got it." Doug said and started the car.
I moved to the other side of the car, off of Phil, and glanced at the bearded man in the passenger side. "How's it goin Alan?" I smiled, putting my feet on Phil's lap now, noting how he flinched.
"Oh, it's goin, alright!" He claimed, trying to sound cool. I laughed as we drove away to pick up Stu.
We pulled up in front of Stu's house and waited for a minute.
"So…Anyone gonna go up there and ring the door bell?" I inquired quietly. Phil heaved a long sigh.
"Do I have to do everything around here?" In my mind I half expected him to stroll up and ring the doorbell, but obviously that was too much to ask for, knowing him. He placed his hands around his mouth. "Paging Dr. Faggot! …Dr. Faggot!" He called from the car. Stu rushed out with his rolly suitcase and put it in the trunk. He greeted us all and scooted me into the middle between him and Phil. I must say, it was pretty uncomfortable. He nodded and we drove off.
We were driving down the freeway, heading to Sin City when Alan stood up in the car.
"WOOOO! Road trip!" He turned to the side, smacking the side of the car repeatedly. "Heeyy!" He pointed to a car with a little blonde girl in it. "Vegasss! Vegas, baby! Woo-hahah! Gett'er done!" He shouted waving and pointing to her. She flipped him off and he sat back down, obviously offended. All three of us in the back laughed as they drove away. Phil suddenly piped up.
"Come on, just until Barstow. Everybody's pass'n us!" He said to Doug who was driving the speed limit for some unknown reason. Who drives to Vegas legally?
"Absolutely not. I promised Sid: I will be the only one driving this car." He paused. "Sides' you're drinking." Doug said, sucking the fun out of the moment.
"Oh, what are you a cop now?" Phil asked in disbelief, leaning back and putting his arm around my shoulders. "C'mon you know I drive great when I'm drunk," Phil pleaded.
"That's true, don't forget, Phil was always our designated drunk driver." Stu butted in.
"Pssh, unless he was too tanked to move. Then I had to haul his sorry ass home." I remarked looking at him. He gave me a look.
Doug laughed lightly. "You wanna explain it to em' Alan?" He questioned looking his way. Alan turned around.
"Guys, my dad loves this car more than he loves me, so yeah." He explained.
"Well, it is a nice car," I said looking it over. Alan's face looked like a puppy's who just got kicked. "But it's nothing compared to you, Alan!" I quickly covered. He brightened instantly.
"Oh, whatever. Look, I left my wife and kid at home so I could go with you guys to Vegas; you know how difficult that was?" Phil asked leaning forward a bit.
"Bullshit." I coughed. Phil shot a glare my way.
"That's really sweet, Phil." Alan said, feeling heart-warmed.
"Yeah." Doug laughed, knowing he was lying.
"Dude, I was being sarcastic. I just got a fucking divorce and she won't let me see my kid. I fucking hate my life. I may never go back!" He voiced turning to Stu and I. "I might just stay in Vegas." He turned back to Alan.
"Here we go." Doug sighed.
"Ya know what Doug? You should enjoy yourself, cuz come Sunday, you're gonna start dyin. Just a little bit." He held up his hand in a pinch form to represent 'little'. "Everyday."
"Yeah!" Alan laughed. "That's why I managed to stay single this whole time, ya know?"
"Oh, really?" Stu asked. "That's why you're single?"
"Yeah," Alan nodded.
"Cool." He nodded. "Good ta know." I laughed silently.
"Am I alright over there Alan?" Doug asked.
"Yeah, you're good." He replied, not even looking over. Doug began to turn when a huge Truck came up behind us and honked. Startled, he swerved back with a string of comments coming from all of us. Phil's arm tightened around my shoulders and that when I really noticed that it was there.
"Hahah! That was awesome!" Alan yelled excitedly, laughing like a manic.
"No, that was NOT awesome! What is wrong with you!" Doug yelled angrily, keeping his eyes on the road.
"That was insane! We almost just died!" Stu yelled over the noise.
"You should've seen your face! Ha! Classic!" Alan laughed again.
"Ha-ha!" I put my hand over my heart, feeling how hard it was beating.
"Hahaa, that's funny, man!" Phil laughed leaning back and squeezing my shoulder.
"That was not funny." Doug said angrily.
We arrived at a gas station. Doug, Stu, Phil and I were all inside while Alan leaned up against the car, reading a gambling book. We all, save for Stu, watched Alan drive an old man away from the car with his rude comments.
"He's actually kinda funny." Phil commented, eating out of a Lay's chip bag, watching Alan from the window in the gas station store. We were in line to pay for our items.
"Yeah, he means well." Doug agreed.
"Is he all there? Like mennaly?" Phil asked saying the work 'mentally' wrong. He gestured by moving his hand in circles by the side of his head.
"I think so. He's just an odd guy. Kinda weird." Doug replied. I snorted.
"Odd? He almost killed us." I laughed, smiling. Doug shot a look my way.
Phil took note of my comment and asked, "I mean should we be worried?" He inquired.
"No," Doug reassured. "No."
"I suppose you're right…" I said, still watching Alan.
"I am right." He said. "Tracy did mention that we shouldn't let him gamble…or drink too much." The woman in front of us left with her food and we moved forward.
"Jesus, he's like a Gremlin, with all these instructions and shit," Phil said with a mouthful of chips.
"I love that movie!" I commented. Doug laughed a bit.
"And one water." Stu intruded, placing his water on the counter. Doug folded his arms and turned to Stu.
"All good with Melissa?" He asked casually.
"Ohh, yeah. Told her we're two hours out of wine country…" He held up his cell phone for a second. "And she bought it," he explained, somewhat pleased. Phil hung his head, but quickly looked back up at Stu and leant up against the counter.
"Don't you think it's weird that you've been in a relationship for three years and you still have to lie about going to Vegas?" He asked.
"Yeah, I do," Stu replied "But trust me: it is not worth the fight." He laughed.
"Oh! So," Phil stood upright and fixed him with an odd look. "You can't go to Vegas, but she can fuck a bellhop on a carnival cruise line?" The cashier lady gave us a funny look as I snickered. Stu looked down angrily, then looked up and began to clarify.
"Okay. First of all: It was bartender and she was wasted. Annnnd if you must know, he didn't even cum inside her." Phil raised his eyebrows at Stu.
"And you believe that?" He turned back to the cashier smiling and laughing slightly.
"Uh, yeah, I do believe that, cuz she's grossed out by semen!" Stu argued frustrated. Phil opened his mouth, about to speak, but quickly closed it.
"Ha, looks like you're not getting any kids!" I laughed, receiving a disapproving look from Doug.
"That'll be $32.50." The woman said. Phil moved off the counter and looked at Stu.
"It's $32.50, ya gotta pay for it," he said as Stu reached into his pockets.
We were once again on the freeway. I watched the cars go by as Doug drove, Phil drank, Stu thought, and Alan read. Alan looked up and glanced at us.
"It says we should work in teams." Doug looked at him for a second. "Who wants to be my spotter?"
"I don't think you should be doing too much gambling tonight Alan," He said, trying to fulfill his wife's wishes.
"Gambling? Who said anything about gambling?" Alan asked. "It's not gambling if you know you're gonna win. Counting cards is a foolproof system."
"It's also illegal," Stu tilted his head slightly while answering.
"It's not illegal, it's just frowned upon, like…" Alan paused to think. "…masturbating on an airplane." Doug laughed at his comment.
"I'm pretty sure that illegal too," Phil piped up.
"Yeah, maybe after 9/11 where everybody gets so sensitive," We all gave him an awkward look. "Thanks a lot Bin Laden." Stu shook his head and touched his forehead.
"Either way… You gotta be super smart to count cards, buddy, okay?" Doug tried to reason with him.
"Oh really? Okay, well, maybe we should tell that to Rain Man who practically bankrupt a casino and he was a rutard."
"What?" Stu asked.
"He was a what?" I questioned.
"He was a rutard." Alan answered.
"Retard." Doug corrected, laughing as we drove on.
AN: The first chapter! :) Hope you liked it! Reveiw please! :) I'll love you foreverrrr!