A Night to Remember

Chapter 4

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We sat at the table near the pool. The sun isn't helping my hangover at all. Thank god I brought my sunglasses with me. Stu went to go look for Doug since I wasn't gonna leave Alan with that baby. That would be like leaving a child with a child.

"Guys look," I turned over, and he's pretending to have the baby give himself a hand job. I roll my eyes. "He's jacking his little weenis." Phil on the other hand is trying to contain his laughter.

"Pull yourself together, man." He said with a chuckle.

"Not at the table, Carlos."

"It is way too early for this," I said, rubbing my temples.

"I've looked everywhere, and I still can't find him." Stu said, coming back to the table. "Gym, casino, front desk, nobody's seen Doug, he's not there."

"He's a grown man," I said. "He should be fine, and since we haven't heard anything for the morgue, we're all good."

"This is not a joking matter, Cassie."

"Stu, Calm down." Phil said in my defense.

"How can we calm down, Phil? We have a missing best friend and a baby!" He blurted.

"Calm down, here." Phil handed Stu a glass of orange juice. "Have some juice." Stu leaned to the side and vomited.

"That's gross,"

"I can't have juice right now." Stu mumbled.

"Okay, all right, let's just track this thing." Phil coughed as he prepared a piece of paper. "All right, what's the last thing we remember doing last night?"

"Well, the first thing was we were on the roof and we were having those shots of Jager." I said.

"Okay, so after that, we ate dinner at 'The Palm', right?" Phil ssaid.

"That's right," Alan added.""And then we played craps at the Hard Rock, and I think Doug was there."

"That sounds right." Phil said looking down as he wrote. "No, no, he definitely was." I look at the guys with confusion.

"Um, I don't remember going to dinner." I said.

"Yeah, Neither do I."

"What the fuck? I don't think I've ever been this hung-over." Phil commented.

"I've had some serious hangovers but not this bad." I said, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Okay, so, after the Hard Rock, I blacked out." Alan started up again. "It was like emptiness."

"Okay, we have until 10 p.m. so that gives us a 12-hour window where we could have lost him." Phil said, reading over his notes.

"What is this?" Alan said, pulling something out of his pocket. Stu grabbed the item, which happened to be a tooth.

"Oh my God. That is my tooth. Why do you have that? What else is in your pockets?"

"No, no, this is a good thing." Phil said. "Check your pockets." The guys emptied their pockets. I looked in my shirt to see if I was wearing a bra, since that's where I usually put things when I'm drunk. I'm wearing one! I reached into my shirt, and I could feel folded paper on both sides; covering my boobs. Alan looked at me.

"What? I tend to put stuff in my bra when I'm drunk." I pulled out the folded papers. Holy shit, it's money! I wonder how many of these I have in here.

"Wait, you have cash in your bra?" Phil asked.

"I guess." I kept pulling folded cash out of my bra. You'd be suprised how much I manage to put in here. After another few minutes of pulling cash out of my boob, there was nothing left. "That's it."

"How did you-"

"Don't ask." I said, looking at the big pile of cash.

"How much is this?" Stu asked. I shrugged.

"I'm suprise I didn't feel the looks of it, it could possibly be over a grand."

"Why would you have a grand hidden in your boob?" Phil asked.

"I don't know! Can we move on to the next person for show and tell please?" I sunk in my seat.

"I have an ATM receipt from the Bellagio. Eleven-oh-five for $800! I am so fucked." Stu said.

"I have a valet ticket from Caesars. Looks like we got in at 5:15 AM." Alan said.

"Oh, shit. We drove last night?" Phil said, finally looking away from the pile of boob money.

"Driving Drunk. Classic." Alan said, as Stu mocked with his laughter."What's on your arm?"

"What the fuck is that?" Phil said, looking at a bracelet around his wrist. As I looked, I noticed a ring on his finger.

"Jesus, Phil. You were in the hospital last night." Stu said.

"You okay?" Alan asked

"Yeah Alan. I'm fine." Phil said; annoyed.

"What the hell is going on?" Stu asked, frantically.

"That's the million dollar question." I said.

"Well guys, guys, this is a good thing. We have a lead now." Phil explained.

"Stu?" Alan said, getting our attention. He's still making the baby's arm move like he's jacking off. "Have you ever seen a baby do that?" I roll my eyes, and get up from the table.

"No more Carlos for you, Alan." I said, picking up the baby. "Put the money in your pocket, and let's go."

"What did I do?" Alan whined.

"That wasn't cool, Alan." Both of us walked away to the car, leaving Alan and Phil to get the money.


We all stood there, minus Phil who went to turn in the valet ticket and to get us coffee, waiting for the valet to bring us our vehicle. Carlos wrapped his hand around my finger, laughing.

"Can I have him back now?" Alan asked.

"Nope, you're in time out Alan. Having a baby blow himself isn't very appropriate behavior, and I want you to think about your behavior."

"What are you? His mom?"

"Alan has the body of a grown man, but the mentality of a child. You have to sometimes treat him like a child when need be." I said, bouncing Carlos. "He'll get the baby back, but he has to learn what he's done wrong."

"What is your job again?" Stu asked.

"I have two jobs, which one do you want?"

"Both."

"I teach sex ed at the high school, and to make extra money I bartend at that club downtown that we went to for Tracey's birthday."

"Why two jobs?"

"A teachers salary isn't shit compared to what I make night at the club. Show some cleavage and guys will give big tips." I responded. Phil returned with our coffee's, and handed me mine.

"Thanks."

"So why don't you just bartend instead of teaching sex ed?" Alan asked.

"Because I love teaching dumbasses about sex." I answered, taking a sip of my coffee. "All I have to really tell them is use a condom, be safe, and if it doesn't look right don't put your mouth on it."

"Anyways," Stu said, trying to change the conversation.

"What? You asked what I did."

"Hey, Phil," Alan spoke up, "I don't think Doug would want us to take the Mercedes."

"Relax guys," Phil assured. "We'll be careful."

"See, my dad is crazy about that car. He left Doug and Cassie in charge—"

"Actually He just left Doug in charge." I said.

"Wait, Didn't you my dad give you the okay to drive his car." I shook my head.

"Nope, I just lied so we can get here faster."

"Guys, we've got bigger problems here," Phil said, "Doug could be in the hospital, he could be hurt. Okay? Let's worry about the car later."

"Uh, guys," Stu pointed up. "Check it out." We all looked up and there was a mattress hanging off the building.

"Holy shit,"

"Is that the mattress from Doug's room?" Alan asked.

"What the fuck?" Phil muttered in disbelief to himself before moving towards a valet parker. "Hey, man, what's going on here?" The man's eyes followed to where Phil was pointing; he shook his head.

"Some asshole threw his bed out the window last night."

"No shit." Phil commented.

"Yeah," He said, looking at the four of us. "Some people just can't handle Vegas." Was he directing that towards us?

A cop car pulled in front of us, and a valet guy got out.

"Here you go officers." He said, handing Phil the keys.

"Oh, God," Stu said, overreacting.

"Dudes, act cool." I said, walking towards the car. I opened the back door, and placed the baby in the middle. "Officer Stu and Officer Alan, you two are in the back." I got into the passenger door. They shrugged and got into the car.