-Sam's Point Of View-

We had to stop for gas…it would be like Doug to not get gas before we left. Alan was filling the car up while we were getting stuff to eat. I got a bottle of wild berry energy drink, blue raspberry gummies and gummy sharks.
Phil munched on a bag of BBQ Lays while Stu talked to Melissa…THE DEVIL…while looking around for water. Phil was watching Alan yell at an old man.

"What a nice car you've got there." said the man, checking out the car. Alan glared at the old man and shifted his body weight. Moving his hair out of his hair again.

"Don't look at the car. Don't even think about it, you know what? Don't even look at me." he said, shooing the man away. The old man walked away, giving Alan a look of confusion and sighing.

"That's right, walk away. I'm not afraid to hit an old man in public." I shook my head and chuckled at Alan, so confused on how he, a man that looked as if he had ate two frozen turkeys, (A/N: WATCH THE GAG REEL!), could be so threatening to other people.

"He's funny... Is he all there…like mentally?" asked Phil to Doug. Doug gave him a sideways glance.

"Yeah, he is. He's just a little odd. A little weird." replied Doug, throwing something on the counter. I put my energy drink and snacks on the counter.

"Alan can be…interesting at times. I'm just warning you now." I added as I put my stuff down. Phil gave me a look.

"And you would know this?" he asked, scratching his chin. I shrugged.
"Well, after high school I went to college with Tracy, and we became instant friends. I was also in college with that thing Stu calls his girlfriend. And besides, Trace said we have to watch over him." I replied, slipping him a weak smile. Doug nodded.

"Yep, she said we shouldn't let him gamble or drink to much." stated Doug, throwing us the obvious. Phil sighed.

"Jesus, he's like a gremlin. Comes with instructions and shit." he added, running his left hand through his hair. Stu came and placed a water on the counter.

"And one water." he said, throwing his phone back in his pocket. I glared and rolled my eyes.

"So how's the devil?" I asked, poking his side. He shrugged me off and eyed my with annoyance.

"She thinks we're two hours out of wine country…..and she doesn't exactly know you're here. So, Melissa is good." he said, glaring at me. The cashier, who looked very annoyed, rung up our items. The total price was Thirty Three dollars and fifteen cents. I looked at Stu.

"Thirty three dollars and fifteen cents, you got this man?" asked Phil, grabbing his chips and walking outside. I glared at him and slipped in a twenty for good measure.

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After so many hour of unwanted driving, we finally made it to Caeser's Palace in Vegas. We walked in, Alan with his…man purse thing…and me with my suitcases. We headed to the front desk to see a lady named Lisa, she was the front desk person I assumed.

"Can I help you?" she asked, obviously slightly annoyed a Alan messed with a pen on the counter.. Stu looked at her and smiled.

"Yes, we have reservations under Dr. Price." he said, trying to impress. I rolled my eyes and sat on my suitcase.

"Let me just get that for you." she replied, scrolling through the database. Phil gave Stu a weird look.

"Dr. Price? Dude, you're a dentist, don't try and get all fancy." Phil turned towards Lisa. "He's a dentist, so if anyone gets hurt, you should call nine-one-one." he replied, looking at the girl. I rolled my eyes.

"I'll be sure to do that. It says that you guys have a two bed room on the eighth floor." she said, looking back up at us. Doug smiled and nodded.

"That should be fine. Right guys?" he asked. Phil shook his head.

"Well if we're sharing beds, I'm bunking with Phil. You cool with that?" asked Alan, giving Phil a serious look. Now he looked slightly uncomfortable.

"No, I'm not cool with that. What are we, twelve?" he began. He looked at Lisa's name tag. "Look, Lisa, do you have any villas available?"

"We have one that is available for forty-two hundred a night." she replied. Phil smiled.

"Is it awesome?" asked Alan, confused. She gave him a 'damn straight' look.

"It's pretty awesome." she replied. She glanced towards me and said. "Is she with you?"

They all nodded. "Yeah." Or "Yes." They replied.

Lisa nodded. "Does it have toilets?" Alan asked (A/N: Also see the gag reel and out-takes to see that, Ed's inability to stop laughing is so funny.), still serious. I face-palmed.

"Yes, it does." she replied, giving him a 'Are You Kidding Me?' glance.

"We'll take it." replied Phil, glancing at Alan to see if he would be anymore random.

"No, you don't have-" began Doug, but I cut in, finally.

"Yes we do. Now come on! This is like, your last night with your buddies. Come, on! Live it up!" I said, putting my hands on his shoulders and shaking him roughly. Laughing as he shook his head to straighten out.

"Fine then." he replied while sighing. I smiled a smile of victory. And I looked at Stu, evilly.

"You're the doctor, give her your card." I said, smirking. Stu looked at me and began to freak out.

"What? N-No. Melissa checks my statements." he replied, still freaking out. I laughed.

"Another reason why she's a bitch." I mumbled. Phil heard me and chuckled.

"That's okay. We won't charge you until you check out." said Lisa, obviously done with us. Stu nodded and gave her the credit card. She set it in a little tray and set it aside. Then gave us two key-cards. I took one, Phil the other, and we headed up to our villa.

"Holy Shit! Look at this place!" said Phil, walking in. I came in, last, and looked around.

"Jesus! This place is amazing." I agreed. We looked at each other.

"Alright, pick a room and get ready ladies. Meet out here in thirty minutes, you hear that Samie? Thirty minutes." said Phil. I rolled my eyes and went to the room far off to the right. I set my suitcase on the bed and unzipped it.

In it were: My wonderful Maid Of Honor dress and matching shoes, a few t-shirts, a few pairs of jeans, two pairs of short shorts, a pair of Toms, black heels, biker boots, and mountain boots. Two flannel over-shirts and a black dress that went to my knees. It had two straps. I smiled and pulled it out.

Quickly doing my hair, by just brushing it out and keeping it natural. I put on my dress and stomped my foot at the zipper. I put on my shoes and quickly did my make-up and put on some jewellery.

I heard Phil yell. "Two minutes!" I looked at my zipper and growled.

"Philip!" I shouted.

He walked in and looked at me. "Samantha."

"Can you please zip me up?" I asked.

He nodded, moving my hair out of the way and zipped it up. "There." He started to walk out and turned to me. "You look gorgeous." Then he smiled and walked out.

I blushed and walked out, joining the others.I noticed how hot I looked in it. Feeling everything was good, I walked to Stu's room and leaned against the open door frame.

Stu was talking to the it on the phone in his boxer briefs, while Phil was lounged on his bed and Doug was standing near the door. When I came into view, Phil smirked towards me.

Still leaned against the wall. He smirked even more then turned his attention to Stu who asked for it. Doug grinned. "You look amazing." He said.

I smiled. "Thanks Dougie. Uh...Where's Alan?" I asked, looking around to look for the weirdo.

"He's out to get some things." replied Doug, putting emphasis on the word 'things'. I laughed and shook my head. Ah, that weirdo.

"Good, because I have to show you something." he replied, doing a few awkward poses with each word. He pulled out something I recognized to be a ring box. Oh please, no.

"What is that?" growled. Phil looked like he was about to hit Stu, who gave him a 'duh' look.

"What do you think it is?" asked Stu, waiting for his reply. I rolled my eyes.

"It's a fucking mistake." replied Phil. I nodded in agreement.

"You're gonna marry that thing?"