"She did screw a waiter." Phil stated. Doug hit him playfully on the foot, grabbing his attention.
"It wasn't a waiter, it was a bartender. You know that." Doug added halfheartedly.
"I'm going to propose at your wedding." said Stu, talking to Doug and completely ignoring Phil and I. We glanced at each other.
"Well, congrats man!" said Doug, smiling at Stu. He nodded and looked at me and Phil.
"Isn't that your grandma's holocaust ring?" I asked, glancing at piece of jewelry. He nodded.
"She's not worth it." Phil nodded.
"Hey guys, are you ready to let the dogs out?" asked Alan, completely out of nowhere. He made me jump slightly and I looked back at him to see his hand on his hip as he blew his hair out of his face. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"What?" asked Phil, confused. Alan gave him another serious look. I glanced at him.
"You know, who let the dogs out, hoo, hoo hoo, hoo." sang Alan, dancing a little. He looked like he had to go to the restroom. I gave Doug an amused look.
"Yes Alan, we're ready to let the dogs out."
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We were waiting for the elevator to come, and when it dinged I saw an interesting sight. A man, who looked like a pimp, or a very bad gym wear model, was starring down at his girlfriends crotch, who had a hooker like look to her. I mentally puked.
"We're going up." said the pimp in a fake sounding but real accented voice. Phil smiled.
"Perfect, so are we." he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the elevator. Everyone else walked in.
The pimp dude was staring at me, I noticed and obviously so did Phil, because he slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his side. I rolled my eyes and rested my head near his shoulder like I used to when we watched movies together as teenagers.
When we finally got up to where we needed to be, which I would say is on the roof, we admired the view. Vegas looks beautiful from up here. Alan was fiddling with something, and turned around with a bottle of Jaegermeister. I smiled.
"Oh, a little Jagermeister action." said Doug, grabbing one of the shot glasses Alan had. We all grabbed one too.
"I would like to make a toast to Tracy and Doug. May this night be a small bump on the way of a long healthy marriage." said Stu, bring his glass to the middle. I followed and brought my glass to his, as did everyone else. We downed the drinks, and I coughed.
"Holy shit." I mumbled.
"Let's go get-" began Phil, but was cut off by Alan.
"I would-I'd like to say some words I've prepared for this night." interrupted Alan, looking at all of us. We nodded.
"How bout that ride in. I guess that's why they call it sin city. Ha ha ha. You guys might not know this but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one man wolfpack.
Then Tracy introduced to me her buddy in college, Sam, Doug's twin, and she joined my wolfpack, being a wolf...A wolfette. But when my sister brought Doug home I knew he was one of my own. And my wolfpack, it grew by one. So there were three of us in the wolfpack. I was alone first in the pack and then Doug and Sam, the twins, joined in later.
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 that I just added two guys to my wolfpack. Five of us wolves, running around the desert together in Las Vegas looking for strippers and drugs. So tonight, I make a toast." he said, pulling out a knife. My eyes went wide as he cut himself. Stu had a freak attack.
"What is he doing?" asked the freaked dentist. I tried to piece together everything in my mind. I covered my mouth.
"Jesus Alan!" I shouted
"Blood brothers...and sister." said Alan simply, giving us another of his serious glances. I widened my eyes.
"Here." He tried handing the knife to Stu.
"I am not doing that." he replied. "Make him stop."
Doug sighed, "Alright, hand the knife over. Slowly. Thank you." He took the knife from Alan and chucked it away from us and we heard it scarp the rooftop.
"Is he okay?" asked Phil. Doug nodded.
"He's fine." Doug replied.
"Are you alright?" asked Phil to Alan, he nodded his head. "Alright then. Come here buddy." he said motioning for him to come into our little group huddle.
"Come here crazy." added Stu, no longer having an episode but still eyeing Alan.
"To a night we will never remember, but never forget." said Phil, toasting again. We refilled and downed the drinks, ready to get on our crazy night. I slowly felt myself slipping away as we downed more shots.
"To Vegas!" I toasted and the others cheered, downing their shots before I completely slipped away.
