High Stakes Matrimony

By: Alpha29King


Chapter 2: Welcome To Fabulous Las Vegas


Following Blake

"We'll be landing at North Las Vegas Airport in about ten minutes," Frank mentioned, looking up from the book he was reading.

"About fucking time," Jason groaned. "My ass and tail are becoming sore."

Everybody started to laugh.

"Did you have a car ready for us as wel?" Nicholas wondered.

"I got us a limo to take us to the hotel," Frank proudly admitted.

"With the way you spend money, I'm surprised you haven't gone broke," Alex said, scratching his chin.

"What do you mean?" the Mightyena paused from his book again.

"You bought Blake that ranch and all that land," Lucian reminded Frank. "And then, when we mentioned what cars we wanted, you went and bought them for us."

"You even bought the tools I needed at my shop," Jonathan added. "And those aren't the cheap."

"Oh, don't forget the jewelry he got for our wives," Jason remembered.

"The company had a sales boom two years ago," Frank explained. "We made more money than we were expecting."

"You didn't ship out jobs over to China just to make more money, did you?" Jason asked.

"Oh hell no!" Frank snapped his book closed. "I wouldn't dare put my employees out of work. Everything my company makes is made in the good old U.S. of A. I even made sure that this plane was completely built in the U.S."

Everyone quieted down to think about it. Then Alex remembered something.

"You've been awful quiet, Blake," the Gallade turned to face the Flareon.

"Hmmm?" Blake turned away from the window. "Sorry, I was just thinking."

The group knew what he was thinking about, so they decided to change the subject. They talked about other things, as the plane got closer to Las Vegas. About two minutes before landing, they buckled up. After they landed and put the plane in a small hangar, they climbed down and were led to a waiting limousine by the limo driver, a Scizor, himself.

The ride in the limo was loud and rowdy. The men talked about what they wanted to do on their own. Frank was planning to hit the driving range at one of the many golf courses in Vegas. It would most likely be the Wynn. Jason planned to visit the Guiness World Record Museum. Lucian and Alex wanted to go see the aviation museum. Jonathan was planning to go hit the nearest gym if the hotel didn't have one. Nicholas planned to hit an arcade instead of a casino and maybe buy something for his wife. Blake was just going to buy a few souvenirs for his mother.

When they reached the hotel, they climbed out of the limo and headed inside. A bellhop took their bags inside. Frank led them to the counter.

"Welcome to Caesars Palace," the receptionist, an Emolga, greeted them. The name pin read "Sarah".

"Thank you," Frank nodded. "I have a few rooms reserved."

"May I have your name?" the Emolga asked.

"Frank MacAllister," the Mightyena gave his name.

"Alright," Sarah said and started to type into the computer. It took her a minute to find the information. "Seven singles, right?"

"That's correct," Frank replied with a nod.

"Here are your keys," she handed everyone a key. "Someone will escort you to your suites."

They said their thanks and walked to the elevator. Their rooms all ended up being on different floors. Everyone was taken to their assigned rooms. Blake was the last one to his room. The Flareon entered his suite and the bellhop left his bags near the couch. After thanking the bellhop and the guide, they left and Blake fell into the comfortable couch. For a while, he sat there thinking of what to do, then he remembered to set his watch one hour back, because he was now in a different time zone.

"Hmmm," Blake sighed as he but his suitcase on the bed and opened it. "What to do? What to do?"

He decided to browse the internet through his laptop. He pulled it out of his bag and opened it while sitting on the bed. Blake kept browsing for a few hours. It was almost six when Frank called him to say it was time for dinner and that the gang should meet up downstairs in the dining area. He shut off the computer and put back in its bag. He got off the bed and put his hat back on his head, then walked out. The Flareon was the first one in the elevator and his friends got on as they went down.

"I wonder what's on the menu and what's the special?" Jason asked as his stomach growled. "I'm hungry."

"You're always hungry," Blake said sternly.

"I can't help it," the Umbreon whined, rubbing his belly. "You guys know I have a fast metabolism."

"Yeah, we know," Lucian sighed. "You keep reminding us once every fucking week."

"Is it really that often?" Jason asked with bewildered eyes.

"Mmhmm," Alex nodded with closed eyes and crossed arms.

"Wow!" O'Connor was surprised. "I didn't know that."

"Well you do now," Frank said, standing in the corner of the elevator.

"Sorry," Jason apologized.

"Don't worry about it," Kincaid standing at the other corner with the rim of his hat concealing his eyes.

They laughed until the elevator reached the first floor and the doors opened.

"Finally," Jason grunted. "Let's go eat."


The next morning… Still with Blake

Blake woke up and sat up on the bed. He was confused about where he was, but it quickly came to him.

'Oh yeah, I forgot,' he thought, rubbing his face to fully wake him self. 'I'm in Vegas.'

He reached for his cellphone that was on the nightstand and checked the time. It was almost 8:30. While climbing out of bed, he stretched. Letting himself drop into the couch, Blake picked up the suite's phone and dialed for room service. He just ordered pancakes and coffee. Once his breakfast arrived, he tipped the Electivire and ate. Afterward, the Flareon decided to take a shower. It was about fifteen minutes later that Blake walked out of the in just his boxers, while using the towel to dry his tail.

"Not bad," he complimented the shower. "But it doesn't beat my home shower."

Blake then proceeded to pick out his clothes from his suitcase. He retrieved a fresh pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. After slipping into a clean pair of socks and his boots, he sat on the couch and jumped into the internet. He was looking for a map of Las Vegas with the locations of every shopping area in the city. He found five malls. Three of which were located along the strip. Once he decided on which one to go to, Blake shut off the laptop and got up. Heading for the door, he grabbed his denim jacket and cowboy hat.

In the elevator on his way down, his friends also got in when the elevator stopped on their floors. They kept quiet until they reached the first floor and walked into the lobby.

"So where are you guys going?" Blake started.

"I going to go see that world records museum," Jason said grinning.

"Seriously Jason, you got to stop reading those books," Alex shook his head. "Lucian and I are going to the aviation museum."

"Mmhmm," the Lucario nodded. "We told you guys yesterday."

"I'm hitting some arcades and maybe some slots," Nicholas replied. "Maybe I get a large case of poker chips and a poker table so we can play at home, and a snow globe for LeAnn's collection."

"I am gonna work out, then I'm going swimming," Jonathan laughed.

"I'm getting myself a set of golf clubs and hitting the Wynn," Frank answered while stretching his arms. "What about you Blake?"

"I'm going shopping to get something for my mom," the Flareon muttered. "Jonathan, you better not buy yourself your birthday present."

"Oh well let's go and do our thing," Lucian said

They decided to walk, since their destinations weren't that far and split up. While on his way, something popped into Blake's head.

"I should get Jonathan a present for his birthday tomorrow…"


That same morning… With Fiona

The plane landed at McCarran Int'l Airport. After grabbing her bags, Fiona walked out and climbed into the first cab she saw. Once the cab pulled up in front of New York-New York, she paid the cabby, a Sawk, and went inside. Luckily, her boss, Mr. Michaels the Raichu, had reserved a suite for her in advance. The Glaceon didn't have to do a thing.

"Thank you," Fiona said once she got her key from the Nidoqueen at the counter.

A Blaziken escorted her to her suite. Once the escorting Pokemon was gone, she let herself drop onto the bed. Fiona pulled her cellphone from her pocket and checked the time. It was 10:00. She called up some room service, then called her friend, Gwen the Mawile.

"Hello?" Gwen answered after four rings.

"Afternoon Gwen," Fiona responded.

"Oh, Fiona!" the Mawile squeaked. "You finally made it to Vegas?"

"Yeah," the Glaceon sighed in response.

"So, watcha doin' right now?" Gwen asked.

"Nothing right now. I'm just about to have breakfast before taking a nap," Fiona said, rubbing her eyes with her free hand.

"What!? Didn't you get any sleep on the plane?" Gwen asked.

"Nah. Some fat Raticate sitting next to me was snoring all night," Fiona explained, then yawn. Something then caught her ear. On Gwen's side of the line, there was a creaking noise and she also noticed that the Mawile was breathing hard. "Um… Gwen?"

"Yes… AH! Fiona?" the Mawile replied with a gasp.

"Are you having sex right now?" Fiona asked, hoping that she wasn't.

"Ye-AH!" Gwen gasped loudly. "Say hi, Damien."

"Hello," a masculine voice said through the phone, with a groan.

"O-kay," Fiona said with a sweat drop. "You and your lawyer boyfriend have fun."

"Defense Attorney," Gwen corrected. "SWEET dreams."

Fiona hung up. It was then that she realized that her free hand was up her skirt and down her panties. She quickly pulled it out and headed to the bathroom. After washing her hands, there was a knock at the door. The Glaceon greeted the Swampert that brought her breakfast and tipped him. Once her food was gone, she collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep immediately.

Fiona woke up at around seven o'clock, still in the same position as when she collapsed on the bed. She dialed up her roommate again. It was ten at night in New York at the time.

"Hello?" a male voice asked when the phone was answered.

"Who's this?" Fiona asked. "And where's Gwen?"

"I'm her boyfriend, Damien Montague," the man answered with a chuckle. "And she's taking a bubble bath right now."

"Oh! You're the Jolteon lawyer," the ice-type Eevee-lution remembered.

"Defense Attorney," Damien growled in annoyance. Then he remembered something Gwen had told him. "So you're in Las Vegas, huh?"

"Yeah, so? What's it to you?" Fiona asked as she sat herself up on the bed.

"You should stop by the PBR," the electric-type Eevee-lution advised.

"PBR?" Fiona tilted her head in confusion.

"Yeah! It's this country bar on the strip," Damien told her.

"You like country music? You've been to Vegas?" Fiona was confused again.

"Yeah and yeah," the Jolteon said. "I go there every year for my parents' anniversary, since they live there now."

"Oh, okay," the Glaceon muttered, then a thought popped into her head. "Now that I think about it, how long were you and Gwen at it?"

"Hmmmm…" Damien tried to remember. "I think it was three or four hours. Oh, Gwen's out now. Let me pass you to her."

Fiona heard some talking before Gwen answered the line.

"Wassup Fiona?" the Mawile asked after receiving the phone from the Jolteon.

"Not much, just about to go have dinner," Fiona explained then added more. "Plus I decided to call you up since I just woke up."

"What are you planning on having?" Gwen asked with raised interest.

"I'm planning on heading out for some dinner," Fiona yawned.

"Cool! Cool!" Gwen said with a sarcastic tone. "Get me a few souvenirs before you return to New York, okay! Bye!"

"Alright! Bye!" Fiona laughed lightly. "And take a pregnancy test in the morning."

"Ah fuck," was the last thing Fiona heard Gwen say before she hung up. She knew that her roommate and her boyfriend had forgotten to use condoms.

Seeing that her clothes were still in a presentable condition, the Glaceon decided not to change. Fiona grabbed her purse and walked out of her suite.

"I need some food… and a drink…"

With Blake


Blake sat on a bar stool at the PBR with a beer in his hand. He had finished his shopping at around four. He managed to find the perfect gift for Jonathan the Arcanine. He had also bought a few too many souvenirs for his family that he had to purchase two more suitcases just to fit them. After wrapping Jonathan's present, he decided to play some poker at the casino.

An hour, and $32,000 worth of winnings, later, Blake left the table and exchanged his chips for some cash. The Flareon had somehow enjoyed seeing the faces of his opponents when he kept on winning. He went back to his suite to pick up his phone and then headed out for a walk. He was just that good. He doesn't need to cheat because he doesn't care if he wins of loses.

Along his walk, he came across a group of three homeless men, a Persian, a Wobbuffet and a Bibarel, and bought them some food from a nearby fast-food joint. Blake also gave them each two hundred dollars form his winning. They thanked him before he continued on his stroll. Eventually he found himself at this bar. After ordering some Chicken and Waffles, and a beer, he stared at the TV. There was a hockey game on, LA Kings at Phoenix Coyotes. And the Kings were winning. But he really wasn't paying any attention to it.

It was halfway through the game, that he noticed a Glaceon sitting next to him. Apparently, she just got there. Plus, his food was gone and he was still hungry, so he ordered something else and some more beer. He decided to order a cheeseburger with French fries. Blake didn't know why he did, but he heard her order a BBQ burger with a side of tater tots and a beer.

Her burger arrived a little after his. When her napkin was all used up, she was going to ask for another one, but Blake gave her, his.

"Here," Blake offered, holding his napkin up. "You can have mine."

"You don't need it?" the Glaceon asked, accepting it.

"Nah," Blake shook his head, almost dislodging his hat. "All I've got on me are crumbs."

"Well, thank you," she nodded once.

"You're welcome," the Flareon said before returning his attention to the hockey game.

He was starting to enjoy the game. Blake made a mental note to start following hockey. It was during his fourth beer that he was starting to notice how beautiful the Glaceon sitting at his side was. A few minutes later, while he raising his beer to his lips, the Glaceon asked him something surprising.

"You're not gonna hit on me?"

Blake put his beer back down and turned to her with a raised eyebrow.

"No," Blake replied while slowly shaking his head. "You want me to?"

"No, but I expected it, since you gave me your napkin," she said.

"I was only being polite," he explained. "I was raised that way."

"Oh." Blake thought he heard relief and disappointment in her voice. "Anyway, the name's Fiona Weston. Nice to meet you."

She stretched out her hand.

"Blake Kincaid. Pleasure," Blake took her hand and shook it politely.

For the next few hours or so, they made small talk. The Eevee-lutions got to know each other. They also shared a dessert and had little too many beers.

"Sho you're not m-m-married, but jour fwends are…?" Fiona asked, completely hammered.

"Nah-hu," Blake shook his head wildly.

"A-a-are… are… are you…hic… afraid?" The Glaceon was having trouble with her speech.

"Nope!" The Flareon was having a hard time staying balanced on the stool.

"Then I dare you to k-kiss me,"

He did the dare and gently pulled in for a kiss. When he stopped, he took off his hat and put it on her head.

"You're pretty," Blake complimented

Fiona blushed. "Why t-thank you."

"G-give me another d-dare. Oh fuck, I t-think we had too much to drink."

"Let m-me think of one and I think y-you're right." Fiona said as she place a hand on her chin and started to think. "Alright, I g-g-got one."

"Gibe it to me!"

"I d-dare you to…"

AN: I hate cliffhangers,


so I decided to leave you guys off with one. You might have to wait a little longer for chapter 3. I'll be working on some of my other fics for a while. And for those who are waiting for a LEMON, don't worry. There will be some before this fic is over.

PS: While you're waiting for the next installment, why not read some of my other fics.

Review and comment please.