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Once Freddie got out, he definately regretted it. The club looked so big from the outside. Several older people were going inside, most hanging outside, some of them already drunk. What if they got caught? What if they were known as frauds and liars and seventeen year olds? Even though his ID said he was Johnny Benson, and he was twenty two years old, he was wary. Second thoughts, he decided as he took this all in. Why were they in Vegas anyways? He knew he wouldn't have any fun, he'd just watch people become drunk and play the slot machines he was sure they were in there. None of that was Freddie's taste at all. It just sounded so boring, well maybe not boring, but just not his preference.
"Let's go inside," Sam said excitedly, grabbing Carly's hand and pulling her toward the entrance, Carly looked startled. Spencer just shook his head as Freddie followed the girls and Spencer to the front. There stood a big guy, definately bigger than him, and looked like he would kill Freddie with one punch, just like Jackson Colt, from the MMA's, but this guy was probably bigger and tougher. If he caught them lying, well, then, his mother wouldn't be happy to see her son in a wheelchair, all beaten up. Besides, if the guy watched iCarly, they'd get caught for sure.
The four stepped in front of the man. He looked at the four as they brought out their ID's, handing it to the man. Freddie half prayed they wouldn't be let him, because he didn't want to go clubbing (he had a bad feeling about it) but the other part of him hoped he bought their fake ID's and they could go through unharmed.
The man looked at the cards, then at the four for a few seconds before ushering them in. Spencer took the cards, and thanked the man.
"Thanks dude, you're not as scary as you look," Sam said as she walked past him. They were in, Freddie realized as they walked into the loud and noisy club/casino. Inside, it was packed with people. There were casino slots and blackjack tables everywhere, in the middle of the room, there was room for dancing. Off to the side, there was a huge bar, where people were situated.
"You ready to party?!" Carly screamed.
"Yeah!" Spencer and Sam screamed back. Freddie offered a half-winning smile, but he was feeling uncomfortable.
"If we lose each other, then don't worry! Just have fun then go back to the hotel when you feel like it!" Spencer said to the teens. They nodded.
"Sure! I'm going to dance!" Carly said, catching an eye of a boy probably around twenty or so.
"Be careful little sister, I'm going to play some slots," Spencer said. Sam grinned.
"I'm off to the bar. Later," Sam said, grinning as they all disappeared, leaving Freddie to fend for himself. He stood awkwardly for a minute, taking in the scene. Most of the people there were already drunk. Quite a few were on the dance floor, as many older couples were playing the slots. The room was huge, Freddie noted, with more than a thousand people there.
Well, he couldn't stand there like an idiot, he might as well do something. Freddie didn't want to play the slots (he didn't bring a whole lot of money, just about a hundred dollars) and he didn't want to dance, so he followed Sam to the bar. He could get a drink. They most likely wouldn't have a lot of water, mostly alcohol.
Freddie spotted Sam a few feet away, already with a drink in her hand. She was staring at it, like she was confused. Freddie smirked as he walked toward her.
"Unsure if you should drink it?" Freddie asked, startling Sam. She glared at the boy beside her.
"No, I am just savouring the moment, of my first glass of...vodka," Sam said, looking at the drink, smiling.
"Of course," Freddie said rolling his eyes as the bartender came by.
"He'll have vodka, strong," Sam ordered as the bartender nodded.
"Sam! I don't want that," Freddie said. Sam rolled her eyes.
"Why? Too chicken Benson? Come on, live a little, take a risk for once in your measly life. You'll never get the chance to take a risk like this, without your mommy finding out," Sam taunted dangerously. Freddie glared. Of course, she was getting under his skin as usual. But she had a point. He needed to take a risk, have fun for once without his mother worrying. Besides, what was the worst that could happen? He could get addicted to alcohol. That scared him a bit, but his mother scared him more. If she did find out, she'd probably take him to rehab herself.
But still, Freddie never did anything dangerous. And he could possibly have some fun with drinking. Freddie thought a minute more.
"Fine, I'll drink it," Freddie said as the glass was placed in front of him. Sam looked shocked for a second, before smirking.
"Great. On three, we'll both down the glass," Sam said. Freddie nodded, looking at the glass. There was no going back now, no backing out. Plus, it was just one glass. It wouldn't hurt, right?
"One, two, three," Sam called before the two brought the glasses to their mouths. Freddie downed the glass and grimaced as he felt the burning sensation of the strong vodka. He breathed slowly, as the sensation finally stopped. He glanced over at Sam, who grimaced a little bit.
"I don't see how people like this stuff," Sam complained as she placed her empty glass on the bar, as did Freddie.
"I know," Freddie agreed. The two paused for a minute.
"Want another glass?" Sam asked. Freddie nodded.
"Sure," he said. One glass wouldn't be enough to get used to the taste. Besides, he wouldn't mind getting drunk, it was more of a risk then just having one strong drink. So, once their second round of drinks came around, Freddie didn't hesitate to drink it. This time, the taste was better, less burning than the first drink. He actually had a moment of happiness afterwards, a buzz of some sort. He grinned as he looked at Sam, who was already ordering another drink. He smirked.
"Not surprising Sam," he said, causing Sam to look at him and glare.
"What does that mean?" she asked. Freddie rolled his eyes.
"Well, your whole family drinks, so it would be a matter of time before you took after them," Freddie said. A second later, Sam's fist collided with Freddie's arm. He glared as Sam laughed, taking her third drink and downed it. Freddie finished his drink and ordered another one. Freddie took a sip of his third drink, as he looked around. He spotted Carly dancing with the guy she saw earlier. He felt protective all of a sudden. He didn't think Carly should be dancing with guys like this, but he couldn't really do anything about it. It was Carly's life, and her choice. He learned that the hard way, when in tenth grade, he tried to 'protect' her from this guy she was talking to.
Freddie sighed as he finished his third glass, the buzz remaining with him. Freddie did feel a little weird, like he could do anything. Sam looked happy too, and more relaxed, like the old Sam, when they got along.
"I'm so glad we came to Vegas now," Freddie said. Sam nodded.
"Oh yeah, Vegas is so much fun, and we still have a week here," Sam agreed. Freddie ordered another drink, this time, something a little weaker. To be honest, he was getting a little drunk, because he had no clue what he just ordered. He took a sip of it and spotted Spencer flirting with a girl a distance away. He grabbed the girl's arm and started leading her toward the bar. Freddie felt the sudden urge to take another risk, so he did.
"Hey Sam, you wanna dance?" he asked. Sam looked confused, but nodded.
"Sure, I'm in the mood," she said as Freddie drank the rest of the drink before grabbing Sam's hand and pulling her to the dance floor. A good dance song came on as the two pushed through the crowd, then started to dance, and move to the beat. More people began filing on the dance floor but Freddie didn't care. He was strangely having a great time, and with Sam of all people. He also felt elated, like he could do anything in the world. His mind was a little jumbled, and he was pretty sure one more drink would make him totally drunk, but at the moment, Freddie didn't care. He loved this feeling, the risk taking feeling. It felt good, and his mom would never know he went to Vegas. He wouldn't drink often when he got back to Seattle, because he knew drinking was bad, but he was just going to have fun. Besides, he wasn't going to drink in Seattle. He was too young, and his mom could easily catch him, which would be very bad.
Being away from home, away from his mother was great too. He could do whatever he wanted and not get caught. Freddie just grinned as he continued dancing, Sam clearly now drunk. Then again, he was practically drunk too.
After they danced for about half an hour, they stumbled back to the bar and ordered another cheered loudly as he drank his drink quickly, having the most fun ever.
"This is officially the best night ever!" Freddie said happily. Sam nodded as she downed another glass of some alcohol. Sam loosened up, shaking her hair wildly. Freddie just laughed at her attempt, as she stumbled a bit.
The next hour was a blur to Freddie. The two mostly talked, and danced. They didn't have any more alcohol after that, since they were past drunk anyways. The two both danced, and saw Carly a couple of times, with that same loser of a guy earlier in the night. They also sat down at a table and talked mostly, about a lot of things. Freddie just didn't really know what. Mostly about how junior year ended, and they'd go back to school in two months for the last year of high school. They also talked about iCarly and about Seattle. They talked about their college preferences (Sam to NYU and Freddie to Yale or Harvard. Even Brown would suit him), and also about the good old days, when they were young and naive. They also talked about their families, their dislikes and likes about them.
"Hey, do you wanna get outta here? The party's getting boring," Sam asked. Freddie nodded as the two stood up and pushed past many more drunk people, until they reached outside. Freddie breathed in the fresh air, laughing as Sam walked over to the fountain down the road.
Suddenly, it all became a blur to Freddie.
Freddie groaned as he awoke the next morning with the worst headache he had ever had. He moaned a little bit as the sunlight blared in his face. Where the heck am I? I don't remember coming back to the hotel, Freddie thought miserably as he opened his eyes. Something definately wasn't right, he decided. He wasn't in his own room, first of all. He was in some girl's room.
Freddie sat up as he took a look around the room. Wait, he was in Carly and Sam's hotel room, he realized. But how-
Freddie looked at the bed beside him and Carly laid in it, sleeping , if Carly was in that bed, that meant he was in Sam's bed. Then where was-
Freddie gulped as he turned slowly to see a sleeping Sam next to him, looking peaceful and almost innocent. She looked so harmless when she was asleep, Freddie decided silently as he started racking his brain for the answer to what happened after the two went outside last night. He remembered vaguely talking to her, then going outside with her, but after that was a definate blur.
Something on his left hand captured his attention, however, just then.
Freddie cautiously brought his hand up to his face to inspect, and almost screamed at what he saw.
A clearly resemblance of a wedding ring situated on his finger.
No, he couldn't have gotten married! And not to Sam, surely not! He wasn't that idiotic! But judging from the ring on his left ring finger, he knew he had. Maybe he married Carly, or even some random chick. It didn't mean he married Sam, just because he was in bed with her (fully clothed, thank goodness). Freddie glanced at Sam's left hand quickly. It had a wedding ring on it too. Great, just great, Freddie thought. He was married to Sam Puckett.
How could this even happen? Even drunk, he was sure he'd have some common sense to not get married. Apparently not, a little voice whispered in the back of his head.
Suddenly, Sam groaned and shifted a little. Freddie froze for a second, before she just turned on her side. Freddie breathed in relief as he crept out of the bed and started walking back to his own room. This was so not good, he decided as he exited the girls' room quietly. He had to remember what happened last night, and he had to fix it, fast.
So, I think ending it here would be fine. I'm already working on the next chapter, and it will, so far, unless I change my mind, be still in Freddie's perspective, but I might change it to Sam's halfway through. So I hope you enjoyed!
