First off, Thank you all for the reviews, fav's, alerts and all that. It's amazing that I got so many messages, it really moves my heart. I thought it wasn't going to be something special but apparently people really like it :D I'm going to The Hangover Part 2 in about an half hour so I decided, why not post another chapter? I hope you enjoy!
I do not own anyone expect for Marlena and Jamie!
We all drove on the highway on our way to Vegas for my brother's bachelor party. Doug was driving the old convertible mercedes, Alan sat on the passenger's seat, Phil sat behind Alan on the backseat, Jamie in the middle and I sat on Jamie's lap, and Stu sat next to us behind Doug.
From the six of us me and Phil already had a drink in our hands. I took another sip and suddenly Alan stood up. He started cheering and screaming.
"Whoo!" Alan cheered loudly. "Road trip!"
Stu turned to Phil and the two started chuckling. Me and Jamie just stared at Alan with big smiles on our faces. A black car drove up next to us and Alan spotted it. He sat down and fully turned to the little girl in the back. He started banging on his door and cheered again.
"Whoo! Vegas!" He cheered and pointed at her. "Vegas! Vegas baby!" The little girl turned to Alan and did nothing at first. "We're going to Vegas! You're not!" Alan continued with his screams but was soon shut up when the little girl flipped him off. His mouth shut and he quietly turned away from her, paying attention to the road. The black car drove off again. I saw it all happen and couldn't contain my laughter when I saw Alan's face.
"Come on, just till Barstow. Everybody's passing us." Phil continued to complain that he wanted to drive because Doug drove so slow. Stu also grabbed a beer and took a sip. I gave Jamie my bottle and she also started to drink.
"Absolutely not. I promised Sid I would be the only one driving this car. Besides you're drinking." Doug said as he looked at Phil through his mirror.
"Oh, what are you a cop now? You know I drive great when i'm drunk." Phil pointed out.
"That's true. Don't forget, Phil was always our designated drunk driver." I joined the conversation.
Doug chuckled, "Yeah. You wanna explain it to them, Alan?"
Alan turned to us, "Guys, my dad loves this car more than he loves me, so, yeah."
"Aw, look whatever. I left my wife and kid at home so I could come with you to Vegas." Phil said. He turned to Alan. "Do you know how difficult that was?"
"Ex wife, Phil." I reminded him.
Phil was once married to a beautiful woman and they had a son together but after some years they ended up fighting all the time. She complained that he gave me more attention than her and Phil didn't want to hear any of that crap. Phil himself always thought it just didn't click between him and her and that's why they divorced but almost everyone knew that the real reason was because he liked me and that I liked Phil. At least, they thought it was because of that kind of reason but I didn't like Phil! Come on. Ofcourse he had those beautiful baby blue eyes in which you could drown, he had a gorgeous smile, an incredible body, he had sense of humor, his personality was just like mine and everytime I looked at him my heart skipped a beat and-
I furrowed my eyebrows and thought about that. No, no, no, I didn't like Phil. I rolled my eyes, okay maybe I did feel something for him deep inside but still, I didn't want anything with him. Fine alright, I did but I didn't want to ruin our friendship with this kind of crap. Perhaps it wasn't love, it was probably just lust.
My thought were suddenly interrupted by Alan.
"That's really sweet, Phil." Alan smiled happily. Stu furrowed his eyebrows. Was he not getting it?
"Dude, I was being sarcastic. I fucking hate my life." Phil started to complain again. "I may never go back. I might stay in Vegas."
"Here we go..." Doug muttered as he knew what was coming up.
"You know what Doug, you should enjoy yourself, because come sunday you're gonna start dying just a little bit every day." Phil said.
"Phil, stop complaining all the time! You're single again. So just shut the fuck up." I said. I placed my hand on Phil's leg and suddenly I could just see him calming down again.
"That's why I've managed to stay single all these years, you know?" Alan spoke happily, thinking he understood the conversation.
Stu looked at him and spoke sarcastically, "Oh really? That's why you're single?"
"Yeah." Alan said, not knowing Stu was being sarcastic.
"Cool. Good to know." Stu said. Phil chuckled softly.
"Am I alright over there, Alan?" Doug asked, not getting a clear sight in his mirror.
"Yeah you're good." Alan lied. Doug turned right and just when we passed an inch over the stripes a big truck horned. Doug immidiatly yanked the steering wheel back to the left so we wouldn't get run over. Alan was laughing hysterically, Phil was laughing, Stu looked around with big eyes, I didn't even realize that I was hiding against Phil's arm, Jamie had her face burried in my back and Doug looked like he was going to have a heart attack.
"Oh my god!" Stu panted of fright.
"That was awesome!" Alan laughed.
While trying to keep attention on the road Doug replied angrily, "That was not awesome! What's wrong with you?"
Alan's laugh echoed trough the car and sometimes you could hear Phil's laugh through it. I realized I was holding onto Phil's arm and let go. I pretended like nothing happened but I couldn't help but look at Phil. Phil stared at me. My blue eyes met his. It felt like hours but it were only some seconds before we looked away. I glared at Alan.
"That was insane! We almost just died." Stu told Alan, hoping he would get the point and stop being such a fool. But ofcourse he didn't stop.
"You should've seen your face!" Alan laughed at Doug. "Ha, classic."
"That's funny." Phil continued chuckling.
"It's not funny." Doug said with signs of irritation.
"It wasn't fucking funny." I hissed.
After about an hour we pulled over at a gasstation. While Doug, Phil, Stu and me were going to get something to eat we left Alan and Jamie in charge of the car. Alan was busy reading his blackjack manual and Jamie looked at her nails while they waited for the others. I looked at the two.
An old man who looked about 70 came up to him and looked at the car. I saw him saying something but since they were outside and I was inside I couldn't hear anything. I saw Jamie looking up and smiling. The old man quickly shook his head. Suddenly he looked at the ground and walked away. Jamie glared at Alan. Suddenly Alan closed his book and followed the old man.
Me, Phil and Doug were watching Alan as if he was some kind of interesting movie. Phil ate some lays chips as he looked back and forth between the old man and Alan.
"He's actually kind of funny." He mumbled.
"Yeah he is, you never get bored at Tracy's place if he's there." I commented as I chuckled at the sight of Jamie trying to get Alan back.
"Yeah, he means well." Doug said, not knowing what to think about it.
"I'll hit an old man in public."
Phil chuckled, "Is he all there? Like mentally?"
"I think so, he's just an odd guy. You know, he's kind of weird." Doug replied.
"I mean should we be worried?" Phil continued questioning.
Doug shook his head, "No."
"Alright." Phil muttered.
"No." Doug repeated. "Tracy did mention that we shouldn't let him gamble or drink too much."
Me, Phil and Doug took a step further since we were next in line. The woman in front of us paid for her stuff and left. Doug placed our food and drinks on the counter.
"Jesus, he's like a gremlin." Phil spoke. I looked at Phil and Doug did aswell. "Comes with instructions and shit."
Stu came up behind us and stretched his arm over us so he could place his bottle of water on the counter too. Doug turned to him and eyed him up and down for a second.
"All good with Melissa?" He asked and crossed his arms.
Stu nodded, "Oh, yeah. Told her we were two hours outside a wine country and she bought it."
Phil heard that and suddenly turned around, not wanting to miss this oppertunity. I also turned around and smirked.
"Don't you think it's strange that you've been in a relationship for three years and you still have to lie about going to Vegas and that two of your female friends are coming?" Phil asked with a smirk on his face.
Stu nodded and spoke honestly, "Yeah, I do. But trust me, it's not worth the fight."
Phil shook his head and decided to go on a little more, "Oh, so you can't go to Vegas but she can fuck a bellhop on a carnival cruise line?" The lady behind the cashregister looked oddly at Phil.
Doug poked Phil and warned him, "Hey." Phil just rolled his eyes and turned back to Stu.
"Okay, first of all, he was a bartender. And she was wasted." Stu tried to defend his girlfriend in an poorly way. Phil just stared at him with his mouth slightly open of disbelief. I shook my head slowly. How could he defend his slut of a girlfriend? She totally controled his whole life and I knew for sure Stu was not happy with that. "And if you must know, he didn't even come inside her."
Phil and I both raised one eyebrow and spoke simultaneously, "And you believe that?" We turned back to the woman behind the cashregister.
"Uh, yeah, I do believe that because she's grossed out by semen." Stu explained. Phil opened his mouth to say something but decided to keep quiet. Doug leaned on the counter and placed his thumb and index finger on the bridge of his nose while closing his eyes out of embarrasment. I took this oppertunity.
"Oh so that's why you're still a virgin?" I smiled and patted his back. "Now I finally get it." Phil laughed and clapped in his hands.
"That'll be 32,50." The lady behind the cashregister said, not wanting to hear the conversation anymore.
Phil turned back to Stu before he could yell at me and demanded, "It's 32,50, you gonna be for it?"
Finally we were on our way to Vegas again. It was just a couple more hours driving and we were sitting in the casinos. Alan was reading his blackjack book again. The six of us were surrounded by a long silence until Alan eventually broke it.
"It says here we've gotta work in team. Who wants to be my spotter?" Alan asked and he looked at the us. No one spoke up at first.
"I don't think you should be doing too much gambling tonight, Alan." Doug said.
"Gambling? Who said anything about gambling?" Alan said confused. "It's not gambling when you know you're gonna win. Counting cards is a fool proof system."
"It's also illigal." Stu said.
Alan looked through the mirror to meet Stu's eyes, "It's not illigal, it's frowned upon, like masturbating in an airplane." Doug started chuckling.
Phil furrowed his eyebrows, "Uh...I'm pretty sure that's illigal too."
"Yeah maybe after 9/11, where everybody got so sensitive. Thanks a lot Bin Laden." Alan spoke angrily. We all made a weird face as we thought about what he just said. I was actually quite pissed at him for saying that. When I heard about 9/11 I died a little inside because I felt awfull about that whole situation and I was indeed sensitive about that subject.
"Alan what the fuck-"
"Marley." Phil interrupted me. He grabbed my hand and I looked at him. Phil just shook his head. Jamie rubbed my arm and I decided to let it go.
"Either way, you've gotta be super smart to count cards, okay?" Doug said and he looked at the road again.
"Oh really?" Alan challanged him.
"It's not easy." Jamie said.
Alan turned to her, "Well okay, maybe we should tell that to rain man because he practically bankrupted a casino and he was a ruh-tard."
Phil and I looked at each other, trying to hold our laughs, Doug started chuckling again, Jamie giggled and Stu squinted his eyes out of confusion.
"What?" He asked puzzled.
"He was a ruh-tard." Alan repeated, still pernouncing retard wrong.
"Re-tard." Jamie corrected him. Alan looked at Jamie in the mirror and she just smiled. Phil had a glorious smle on his face because of Alan's stupidness.
Finally after hours of driving we arrived at Las Vegas. Doug drove to the caesar palace, the hotel where we were staying. As we all got out of the car we grabbed our bags and made our way to the entrance. Phil turned around as two women passed him by.
"There we go." He smirked. I looked at Phil and my mouth opened from disbelief. Jamie just pulled at my arm. I looked at her and she just gave me a look telling me that it was Phil. I closed my mouth and narrowed my eyes at phil. I smacked his head and he turned around again.
When we entered the huge building our jaws almost dropped. Inside everything looked like it was made out of marble. Everything was gold, beige and a light blue colour. In the middle there was a huge fountain with a statue of two women in togas. A man was dressed in old roman clothes and he was talking to another man. The five of them quickly snapped back to reality and walked to the desk.
"Hi, welcome to caesars." A brown haired girl smiled politely. "Checking in?"
"Yeah, we have a reservation under Dr. Price." Stu said. Phil rubbed his hands together, completely excited about this. I looked at the lady's name tag and noticed her name was Lisa. Jamie muttered something and I turned around. We both saw a pretty buffed guy walking around in a toga. Suddenly Jamie dropped her bags and ran after him.
"Jamie!" I yelled. I laughed as Jamie started talking to him. "Sucker."
"You like that?" Phil asked. I turned around and saw him looking at th guy.
"Like what?" I asked puzzled.
"That." He replied, pointing at the man. "I thought that you liked this kind of stuff." Phil pulled his sleeves and showed my his muscles. I placed my hands on his biceps and felt them.
"Hmm..." I sighed thoughtfully. Phil smirked. I shook my head. "No, this is nothing compared to that."
"Okay give me one month and i'll look like that." Phil replied confidentally. I laughed. Phil turned back to Stu.
"By the way Stu, Dr. Price? You're a dentist, don't try and get fancy." He mocked him.
Stu looked back at Lisa and smiled, "It's not fancy if it's true." Lisa just replied with a smile. Phil noticed the smile exchange of the two and pushed Stu's limit even further.
"He's a dentist. Don't get too excited." Phil smirked, enjoying this. "And if uh, someone has a heart attack you should still call 911."
"We'll be sure to do that." Lisa chuckled. Stu looked away, giving a sign he was giving up.
"Can I ask you a question?" Suddenly Alan came back in the picture again with this random stupid question. "Do you know if the hotel's pager-friendly?"
"What do you mean?" Lisa asked puzzled.
"I'm not getting a sig on my beeper." Alan explained and showed his black beeper to Lisa.
"I'm not sure." Lisa replied, still confused of what he meant.
"Oh my god, Marley." Jamie sighed happily. I turned around and she stood behind me. "We've been here for only like three minutes and I already got a number." She showed me a little paper and I looked at it. She indeed had the guys number. I just chuckled.
"Wow, that was quick." I said in suprise. Jamie smiled confidentally.
"Ofcourse, when you're looking like this it's easy." She smirked. I nodded sarcastically.
"And when you're looking like this it's even more easy!" Phil joined the conversation, talking in a girlie voice. Jamie rolled her eyes and I started laughing again.
"So I have you in a two-bedroom suite on the 12th floor, is that okay?" She asked.
"It sounds perfect." Doug accepted it.
Before Lisa could type further Phil stopped her, "Actually, I was wondering if you had any villa's available."
"Phil, we're not even gonna be in the room." Stu pointed out. Lisa just waited for an answer.
"It's unnecessary." Doug agreed.
Stu turned back to Lisa, "It's no big deal, we can share beds. It's one night."
"If we share beds, i'm bunking with Phil." Alan said. Phil turned to him, looking at him as if he was crazy. "You good with that?"
"No, i'm not good with that. If I am going to share a bed with someone it's gonna be Marlena." Phil shook his head, not wanting to share a bed with that creep. I furrowed my eyebrows and before I could even speak Phil continued, "Guys, we're not sharing beds! What're we? twelve years old?" Phil turned back to Lisa. "Lisa, I apologize, how much is the villa?"
"Well, we have one villa availabe and it's 4200,- for the night." Lisa read on her computer.
"Is it awesome?" Alan asked to be sure.
Lisa nodded briefly, "It's pretty awesome."
"We'll take it." Phil decided for himself. He turned to Stu. "Give her your credit card Stu."
"I can't give her my credit card." Stu said and he nervously grabbed his pocket where his wallet was in, just in case Phil was going to force him.
"We'll split it." Doug spoke up and he grabbed his wallet.
Phil pushed Stu out of the way and looked at Doug, "Are you crazy? No this is on us."
Stu walked back to his friends again and stood in front of Phil, "You don't get it. Melissa checks my statements."
"Well, we just need a credit card on file. We won't charge you until you check out, so you can figure it out then." Lisa explained, avoiding a fight between the two. I sighed and walked to the fountain, getting pretty tired of the discussion between Lisa and Phil. I moved my hand through the water and waited until we finally had a room. I was okay with the first option. Maybe sharing a bed with Phil wasn't that bad.
The six of us entered our villa and again our jaws almost dropped. In the bathroom was a jacuzzi, there was a black piano in the livingroom, there was a huge flat screen TV, statues everywhere, you could control the curtains via a remote control and much more.
"Holy shit." Stu said in amasement.
"Fucking hell." I whispered as I looked around the room.
"Now this is Vegas." Phil spoke satisfied by the room.
Doug was also pretty impressed, "Oh my - this place is huge."
I walked to the bathroom and my eyes almost popped out. There was a huge tub, a TV hang next to the toilet, everything was from marble and expensive paintings hang all over the wall. I walked out of the bathroom and to the window where Phil was standing. I stood next to Phil and smiled.
"What a view, eh?" I asked, not looking away from the city that I could see.
"Yeah." Phil spoke. He walked away from the window.
"Okay ladies, pick a room, get dressed. Let's be ready in thirty minutes." Phil said. I noticed Phil was looking at me since I saw his relfection but he had no clue that I looked at him. For some reason Phil began to smile.
I stood in my closet and looked around for a nice dress. The only thing I was wearing now was a black bra with a black thong. I was in here for more than fifteen minutes but that wasn't my fault! I wanted something sexy but not too skanky. I wanted to look beautiful.
I pushed some dresses aside and walked even further in my closet. I saw a red dress, a dark green one, a dark blue one, a pink one, a yellow one and a black one. When I was about to grab the black one I suddenly felt someone wrapping his arms around my waist. I gasped out of fright and spun around. Phil stood in front of me with a big grin on his face.
"Jesus Phil." I breathed. "You scared me."
"Well i'm sorry." Phil grinned.
"It's okay." I replied a little emotionless. I turned back to the dresses. While I was busy with the dresses, Phil got comfortable on my bed. I bend a little further so I could grab my black shoes.
"Could you bend even more, please?" Phil asked. I turned around and saw him staring at my butt. I threw my shoes on him and smirked.
"Hey! Watch it!" Phil said as the heels landed on his stomach. I chuckled. Phil got off the bed and walked towards me. I placed my hands on my hips and raised one eyebrow.
"You think that's funny?" He asked playfully. I just smirked. "I'll show you funny."
Suddenly Phil grabbed me and spun us around. I started screaming and squealing of delight. Phil pulled me out of the closet and I felt us moving. I looked at where we were going and I noticed the bed. Ofcourse. Phil threw me on the bed. I let out a yelp of suprise as Phil crashed onto me. Our bodies touching.
"Phil get off of me!" I laughed.
"Why should I? I have a beautiful view and you are pretty comfortable." Phil smirked. My eyes met his and immediatly all the jokes went away. I got this warm feeling inside my stomach and my cheeks were feeling warmer too. What did that mean?
Phil suddenly smiled a little and somehow I felt the corner of my lips turning into a smile aswell. Phil tilted his hand to my face and brushed a brown pluck of hair away. Somewhere deep inside...this felt right. My smile faded away and Phil's too. He leaned a little closer to me and closed his eyes. I closed my eyes too and when our lips were just inches away from each other...
"Hey Phil! Come over here!"
We both opened our eyes and I turned my head to the door. Phil slowly got off of me and walked out of my room, leaving me lying on my bed full with questions.
After a few moments I finally regain my strength to move again. I slowly sat up and placed my fingers against my lips. I stared at the ground and thought about what all just happened. It confused me. Why the hell did I feel all these things. I couldn't get a good grip on one emotion. I felt sad but happy, I felt happy but angry, I felt angry but confused, I felt confused but needy. My head started to hurt from all the emotions rushing through me.
My fingers left my lips and I ran my hand through my brown hair. I took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. I stood up and walked back to my closet. I grabbed the first dress I saw, not caring anymore if I looked beautiful or not. I couldn't even think normally anymore.
I pulled on my dress, grabbed my make up. The door opened and I looked in the mirror so I could see who entered my room. It was Jamie. She was wearing a tight red dress that showed all her curves, a natural shade of make up that matched her brown eyes with red lips, her blonde hair was up with a couple of plucks hanging beside her face, and she wore silver high heels. She walked to me and sat down.
"Do I look nice?" She asked playfully. I just nodded thoughtfully. Her smile faded as she saw my face. Jamie furrowed her eyebrows and she grasped the eyeshadow out of my hands.
"Light green?" She asked as she showed me the colour. "Are you even thinking? You're wearing a black dress and don't get me wrong, it will look nice but not for this kind of night and dress."
Jamie stood up and searched through my make up bag. She grabbed some colours and gave them to me. It was a grey shade of eyeshadow, natural coloured lipstick, and normal black mascara. I started doing my make up and kept my mouth shut.
"No 'thank you Jamie, you're my hero for saving me from an awfull look'?" Jamie chuckled.
"I was fine with picking out my own make up." I almost hissed at her.
"What's wrong?" Jamie asked and she started getting serious. I met her gaze in my mirror and shook my head.
Jamie sighed, "I know there is something wrong."
"I'm fine." I replied with irritation. Jamie kept looking at me. I turned sharply around. "I said i'm fine!"
"Okay, Okay, i'm sorry." Jamie replied softly.
She turned around and left my room while I glared at her. When my door shut I turned back to the mirror and looked at my reflection. My brown hair was wild and messy, the make up matched my face and dress, my blue eyes showed as always not much emotion. Now I understood why people always knew I was serious. It was because I always looked serious. I was a person who enjoyed life but from a serious side and sometimes from a funny side. When ever I was with Jamie I enjoyed it from the funny side. But it was who I was so they had to accept it. I was a tough girl to crack.
"Come on lady, get your fat ass down here!" I heard Phil yell. I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I left my mirror. I pulled on my black high heels and grabbed my purse. As I walked to the door I turned off the light. When I opened the door everyone stared at me. I looked at them and smirked.
"Wow." Stu spoke softly.
"I'll take that as a compliment." I half chuckled.
"You look great." Phil said as he eyed me up and down. I smiled briefly and walked out of the villa with my brother and Jamie. The rest just followed us. I had to admit that Phil looked pretty handsome in that black suit of his. It really showed his baby blue eyes and it made him look a little browner which suited him.
We all walked through the hallway of the hotel and to the elevator. I could tell Phil was getting already really excited about this and Doug too.
"I love this fucking town." Phil mumbled happily. He punched the elevator button with his fist and we all waited. Alan flipped his hair back and placed his hand in his hip. Phil suddenly noticed a brown purse hanging on his shoulder. He looked at Alan, then at Doug, then at Stu and then back at Alan. Jamie and I pressed our lips together so we didn't laugh but a little smile cracked through. Seriously, when Alan was with us Jamie and I just couldn't stop laughing. Alan was just so odd that he was hilarious.
"You're not really wearing that, are you?" Phil asked as he stared at the purse.
Alan turned to Phil and asked confused, "Wearing what?"
Phil pointed at the purse hanging on his shoulder, "The man-purse." Alan looked at the thing as if it was completely normal but Phil didn't think so. "You're actually gonna wear that? or are you guys fucking with me?"
"It's where I keep my things. I get a lot of compliments on it." Alan replied normally. "Plus it's not a man-purse, it's called a satchel. Indiana Jones wears one." A little light went on above the elevator and a little bell rang.
Phil nodded thoughtfully before replying back, "So does Joy Behar." Jamie giggled. I smirked.
We walked in the elevator and Phil pressed the button so we went up.
"We're going up?" Doug asked confused. The door closed and indeed we went up.
"I'm just saying, it's clearly marked, okay?" Stu warned as we arrived on the roof. "We are definitely not supposed to be up here."
"Ah come on Stu, we are paying for a villa. We can do what ever the fuck we want." Phil said, getting tired of Stu's complain's all the time.
"Yeah but-"
"Just wedge the door open." I pointed at a big stone. I was actually used to doing this kind of stuff. Phil grabbed the ladder that was next to him and climbed further up the roof. I followed him and turned back to Doug. Jamie was the first one who climbed after Phil.
"You're going to climb next, I don't want Alan to look up my dress and since you're my brother you don't do that kind of stuff, I assume." I said and I pulled Doug along with me.
"Fine, I'll wedge the door." Stu mumbled. He grabbed the stone and placed it against the door so it couldn't close. Meanwhile me, Phil, Jamie, Doug and Alan all climbed up the ladder and walked on the highest point of the roof. From up here we could see whole Vegas.
"Look at the view up here!" Doug said in awe. Phil turned around and smiled.
"You happy?" He asked. They shook their hands and gave each other a quick hug.
"This is beautiful." Doug spoke softly.
"Wow!" Stu almost yelled at the sight. Phil laughed. "Are you kidding?"
Phil noticed Alan busy with the drinks and asked, "Alan, how we doing buddy?"
Jamie and I walked to the edge of the roof and we hugged happily. This view was so beautiful.
"Good." He replied and grabbed the drinks. Alan walked to us and gave us all a drink.
"Uh-oh. A little jägermeister." Doug chuckled. He grabbed his little glass and looked around. "Good idea."
"That is the call." Phil smirked.
"On the roof." Now Doug was a little nervous. Was it really smart to drink while we were so close to the edge of the roof?
"Uhm, no this is good, I'd like to make a toast." Stu began. We all looked at Stu and waited patiently. Phil wrapped his arm around me again and this time I didn't reject. "To Doug and Tracy, may tonight be...but a minor speed bump in an otherwise very long and healthy marriage. Cheers!"
"Cheers." We al said and clicked our glasses together. I shot my drink back and got the shivers from it.
"Oh, it's like college." Doug remembered and chuckled.
Phil took a deep breath and said, "Alright. I wanna talk about something."
"Alright." Doug smiled. I looked at Phil and in my mind I was smiling but from the outside I wasn't. But I knew my eyes were speaking.
"I want to-"
"I'd like to-" Alan interrupted him. Phil turned to Alan. "I'd like to say something." By the look on Phil's face it looked like he could punch him. "That I've prepared." I noticed Phil looking and rubbed his back to calm him down. Phil just grabbed another drink and shot it back.
"Alright, Alan." Stu mumbled.
Alan pulled out a little piece of paper and started reading it, "Hello. How about that ride in? I guess that's why they call it Sin City. Ha-ha. You guys might not know this but I consider myself a bit as a loner. I tend to think about myself as a one-man wolf pack. But when my sister brought Doug home, I knew he was one of my own. And my wolf pack, it grew by one. So were there two- So there were two of us in the wolf pack. I was alone first in the pack and then Doug came. And six months ago, when Doug introduced me to you guys, I thought: 'Wait a second, could it be?' and now I know for sure. I just added two more guys and two girls to my wolf pack."
"Alright." Me, Stu, Jamie and Phil smiled at each other and Doug was chuckling.
Alan continued, "Four of us wolves and two wolfettes, running around the desert together in Las Vegas, looking for strippers and cocaine. So tonight, I make a toast." Alan suddenly pulled a knife out of his pokcet and showed it to us.
"Whoa!" Phil said with alarm as he noticed the knife. Jamie and I looked nervously at each other. We both took a step back and waited.
"What do you got there?" Doug asked. Suddenly Alan placed the knife against his hand and started cutting himself with it.
"Oh my god!" Jamie yelled in shock and she stumbled back. Phil wrapped his arm tighter around me and also stumbled back with me.
"Dude what the fuck?" Stu said with wide eyes as he looked at what Alan was doing.
"What the hell are you doing?" Doug yelled.
"Holy fuck." I mumbled into my hands as I placed them in front of my mouth. I stared with big eyes at Alan's hand. Alan groaned as the blood dripped from his hand. We all just stood there awkwardly and in disgust, watching our friend.
"What is that?" Stu asked, demanding an answer now.
"Blood brothers." Alan spoke seriously. He looked at Phil but he took another step back. Slowly he turned to me, Jamie, Doug and Stu.
"Here." Alan said and he gave the knife to Stu. Stu didn't touch the thing and I didn't blame him.
"Alan! No!" Doug said.
"What? No! I'm not doing that." Stu said and he looked desperatly at Doug and Phil, hoping one of them would back him up. "Make him stop."
Doug carefully approached Alan, "Alan, we are not going to cut ourselves. Give me the knife." He took the knife away from Alan. Alan placed the wound against his mouth and sucked on it, to make it stop bleeding.
Finally Phil slowly came back again and took my hand to guide me also back, "Are you alright? You okay?"
"Mmhmm." Alan mumbled.
"Do you need a doctor?" I asked concerned.
"He's good." Doug spoke for Alan.
I still wasn't feeling so sure about this, "You sure?"
"I'm good." Alan mumbled.
"Perfect." Phil sighed in relief. "Alan, come here buddy."
"Get in here crazy." Stu muttered. We all formed a circle again and grabbed another shot of jägermeister.
"Alright, to a night, that the six of us will never forget." Phil smirked.
"Cheers!" They all said.
So I'm probably posting another chapter soon enough. I already made chapter four and i'm starting with number 5 probably tomorrow or Saturday. I hope you all enjoyed! Reviews would be much appreciated. ~xXx~
