We all followed after Phil and Alan who were taking us to the elevator. We supposed we were going to go down a level and go out. Whilst waiting for the elevator, Alan heroically flipped his hair and struck a pose. Phil looked him up and down.
"You're not really wearing that, are you?"
"Wearing what"
Phil pointed to the bag Alan was wearing across his shoulders. "The man-purse. You're actually gonna wear that or are you guys just fucking with me?"
Surprisingly, Alan looked offended. "It's where I keep all my things. I get a lot of compliments on this. Plus, it's not a man-purse. It's called a satchel.
Indiana Jones wears one"
"Yeah well so does Joy Behar".
When we stepped into the elevator joining another couple which God only knows what that guy was doing under the girls dress before we entered, Phil said we were going up. Since when?
Phil was leading us to some unknown area that seemed dangerous. I'm the adventurous type so I was totally up for a challenge. Stu, not so much. Gosh that guy worries so much it's so annoying. I wish he would liven up a little.
"I'm just saying, it's clearly marked, okay? We are definitely not supposed to be up here" Stu cried, yet reluctantly still following along.
"Come on, we're paying for a villa. We can do whatever the fuck we want"
Phil's care free attitude is so fun to witness. It's a nice change of pace from Stu's complaining. The four boys started climbing a steep ladder.
"Ahem, how am I supposed to climb that thing with a purse and stilettos? I'm not an acrobat" I said like they should know exactly what I'm talking about.
"Well whatever, I'll give you a boost-" Phil offered
"Haha no, you just want an excuse to look up my dress" I wasn't that dumb.
"Actually, I never thought of that but now that you mentioned it..."
"Phil just go up the ladder and pull her up, I'll take her purse" Stu volunteered.
"Oh what a gentleman you are, Stu"
I could tell that my words made his cheeks flush red. I have no sexual attraction towards him but I find it amusing to tease him. I feel mean for that but it's so darn fun.
As I made a final step on the ladder, Phil reached his hand out to me.
"You alright?"
"Yep I've almost got it, a little extra help?"
"Oh sure" Phil winked as he violently yanked my arms, leading me to fall on top of him which he thought would be so hilarious, but now I'm the one with the last laugh because I totally just kicked him in the nuts with the edge of my stilettos.
"Oh my gosh Phil! I'm so sorry!" I honestly felt bad but I couldn't help giggling. I helped him up anyway.
When we got up, I finally registered the view. "This place is amazing, Phil!" I couldn't stop smiling. We both realised we were holding hands which made everything awkward so we quickly let go and walked to the center of the roof with the other guys.
How did Phil find this place anyway? Either way, it was amazing and we all were in bliss up here soaking up the lights of Las Vegas.
Alan danced over to us with a bottle of Jägermeister and five shot glasses.
"Good call, Alan" Doug smiled, clearly happy to spending his bachelor party with us.
"Um, no, this is good. I'd like to make a toast." Stu offered. "To Doug and Tracy, May tonight be but a minor speed bump in an otherwise very long and healthy marriage."
I'll drink to that.
"Cheers!"
Phil began "All right, I wanna talk about something I-"
"I'd like to...-" Alan called, interrupting Phil midsentence. Everyone turned to face Alan.
"I'd like to say something that I prepared"
We all exchanged curious glances.
"All right, Alan" Doug said, pressing his lips together.
"Hello. How about that ride in? I guess that's why they call it Sin City. 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 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 joined in later. And six months ago when Doug introduced me to you three, I thought: 'Wait a second. Could it be?' And now, I know for sure. I just added two more guys and one girl to my wolf pack. Five of us wolves running around the desert together in Las Vegas looking for strippers and cocaine."
"By the generalised term 'strippers', male strippers are included too, right?" I added until Doug silenced me.
"So tonight I make a toast!" Alan yelled. We all rose our glasses until Alan revealed a sharp knife. He chanted 'blood brothers' as he slit his palm.
"Whoa!"
"What the fuck man!"
Was this guy out of his fucking mind!
"Make him stop!" whined Stu, repulsed.
"Alan, we're not gonna cut ourselves. Give me the knife. Slowly. Thank you" Eased Doug, carefully taking the knife from Alan.
We asked him if he needed a doctor and he refused. He resorted to sucking the blood from the wound. Did he think he was Edward Cullen or something?
"I need everyone to focus. I wanna talk about something. I wanna talk about memory" Phil called in his teacher tonality. "Better yet, I want to talk about selective memory" Where was he going with this? "You see, whatever happens here tonight, may as well have never happened at all. This circle is about as far as it's ever going to go. In other words, forget everything."
Doug burst out laughing, taking Phil the complete opposite of serious.
"Doug, I'm fucking serious"
The smile from Doug's face vanished faster than it arrived.
"Okay, good or bad, we don't remember, so we've got nothing to talk about. Nothing, guys. Nothing! Deal?"
We whole-heartedly agreed with Phil. I mean, we're in Sin City, anything could happen so we needed to be prepared.
Phil began pouring his drink and remarked "To a night we'll never remember, but the five of us will never forget"
"Cheers!" We sang as our shot glasses clanked together, which was the last sound I remember hearing until the next morning.