Author's Note: Here you go everyone, thank you for reading and I'm glad you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hangover.
It was night by the time they got to the hotel. Doug gave the car keys to the valet and he and Alan each begged the man to be very careful on the ten foot drive to the parking garage. Once inside of the hotel they all leaned onto the counter, hands in front of them, with the exception of Alan.
A pretty brunette spun to face them with a smile, "Hi, checking in?"
"Yes," Stu beamed, "We have a reservation under Dr. Price."
Evelyn noted how Phil rolled his eyes and she giggled slightly, nudging him from her spot between him and Stu. The woman began to type into the hotel computer to find their reservation and Alan finally put an arm up onto the counter, leaning casually.
"Dr. Price?" Phil finally commented. Evelyn kicked him in the ankle, but it did nothing to stop the mockery that was coming. "Stu, you're a dentist, don't try to get fancy."
"It's not fancy, it's true."
"He's a dentist," Phil repeated to the woman who was shuffling things around, "Don't get too excited. If someone has a heart attack you should probably still call 911."
"We'll be sure to do that," she smiled. Evelyn could tell the woman felt awkward as well as amused.
"I have a question," Alan spoke up. He was holding a pager. Evelyn's eyes bugged out of her head, they still made those? "Do you know if the hotel's pager friendly?"
"What do you mean?" The desk clerk was confused.
"I'm just asking cause I'm not getting a sig on my beeper."
"I'm not sure," she locked eyes with Evelyn for a moment who just shrugged.
"Is there a payphone bank? You know… a bunch of payphones? Business."
"There's a phone in your room," she suggested.
"That'll work," he finally put the little beeper away.
"So," she turned back to the rest of them, "I have you in a two bedroom suite, is that okay?"
"Sounds perfect," Doug reached for the packet. Phil leaned forward, causing the woman to look towards him, "Actually, I was wondering if you had any villas available?"
"Phil, we're not even going to be in the room, it's no big deal we can share beds for one night," Stu chuckled. Evelyn raised an eyebrow, share beds with these guys?
"I'm bunking with Phil," Alan spoke up. "You good with that?"
Doug and Evie each exchanged glances, giggling to themselves.
"No," Phil turned away from him, "I'm not good with that. Guys, we're not sharing beds! What are we, twelve years old? And what about Evelyn? Hm? You think she wants to sleep with one of us?"
Evelyn looked over at Phil, eyes a little wide due to the wording of that. He winked at her and she made a little face, "I could always just share the bed with Doug. We used to sleep in the same room when we were younger, anyways."
"No!" Phil rolled his eyes. She could tell he really didn't want to sleep with Alan. "I'm sorry," he looked for the name tag, "Lisa. How much is the villa?"
"We have one villa available and it's forty-two hundred for the night."
"Is it awesome?" Alan spoke up. Evelyn laughed as the clerk responded that it was pretty awesome.
"Great, we'll take it!" Phil spoke up. "Stu give them your card."
Stu looked up, "What? I can't give her my credit card."
"We'll split it," Doug suggested.
"What?" Evie looked at him as if he'd sprouted another head at the same time Phil cried out, "Are you crazy? This is on us. This is your bachelor party! It's on us. Stu, give her your card."
"You don't get it, Melissa checks my statements."
Evelyn rolled her eyes before pulling her card out and placing it down on the counter. The clerk slid it off towards herself before typing in the number.
"Evelyn!" Doug looked at his sister, eyes wide.
"What? I know there was going to be a fight between the two of them if I hadn't had done it and I can afford it," she shrugged, "So why not?"
"This isn't the real Caesar's palace, is it?" Alan spoke up again.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean, Caesar didn't actually live here, did he?"
Evelyn slammed her head down onto the counter, mumbling under her breath.
As she turned the knob to the hotel room, Phil was nearly right on top of her, trying to get in as quickly as possible. She yanked the door open and her eyes widened as she ran in, "Oh my God!"
"Holy shit!"
"This is awesome!"
The boys entered and stared around, "Wow! This place is enormous, is this all one suite?" Doug was walking around, almost in circles, "Thank you, Evie!" He picked his younger sister up and twirled her around, "I love you!"
She giggled, "I love you, too! Now, put me down!"
Phil was staring out of the window, "Alright ladies, pick a room and get dressed!"
Evelyn dashed to a room and slammed the door shut, giggling happily as she flung herself down onto the bed. Closing her eyes, she didn't notice the door open so when a weight dropped down onto the bed her eyes opened wide with shock.
Phil smiled at her, "There are only four rooms," he mumbled. "Can I stay with you so I don't have to stay with Alan?"
She giggled, staring up at him. He was laying on his side next to her on the bed and was angled so that he was looking down at her. She nodded, "I guess so, Phil. But no funny business," she raised both eyebrows up, "Not like prom house."
Phil chuckled. When they had all gone to prom together, Phil had drunkenly stumbled into the bed that Evie was supposed to be sharing with Stu. However Stu had passed out on the floor somewhere and never made it into the bed. Phil had gotten a little touchy feely that night and no one had known what had happened to his prom date.
"I promise," he pushed some of her hair out of her face, "Not like prom house."
She slid out from under his arm and went into the bathroom to change.
When she exited the bathroom she was dressed in a very short red dress. It came to about her mid thigh and was somewhat snug on her. It showed off her cleavage very nicely and it had red lace sleeves to her elbows and just above her bra, the back was lace. She had high, shiny black heels on that made her legs look thinner and longer.
She had smoothed her hair so that it fell in loose curls around her shoulders and she had also redone her makeup. She pouted jokingly at Phil as she leaned in the doorway and fluffed her hair. "Well?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Wow, Evie," Phil breathed out. "You look gorgeous."
"Aw, thank you dah-ling," she giggled, "I'm really fond of your look. Although, I'm pretty certain that there's a policy about wearing shirts in the casino, sweetheart."
He chucked, "Oh, yeah?" he tackled her onto the bed and began tickling her. "A policy, huh?"
"Phil, stop!" she giggled, trying to smack him away from her.
"Ehh," he paused for a moment and acted as if he were truly considering it. Evie's eyes lit up with hope before he grinned, "Nah," and continued the assault. She began shrieking, "Stop, stop, stop, Phil, stop!" She whined out at the end.
"Why?" he mocked her, smiling as he whined, "It's so much fun!"
"Please," she begged, out of breath. He could see tears in corners of her eyes from laughing so hard. "Okay," he paused, "I'll strike a deal with you."
"Okay, what?" she looked up, taking short little breaths. He chuckled.
"I don't know, make me an offer."
She rolled her eyes, "What kind of offer do you want me to make?"
"Make an offer," he repeated, eyes twinkling.
She moved her face upwards towards his own. He moved back an inch or so, "What are you doing?" he asked confused. "Making an offer," she mumbled her reply before shoving her head upwards so that her lips met his , closing her eyes. She didn't dare breathe as she was too nervous. She hoped Phil didn't laugh at her or freak out. There was just something about the way he looked tonight in his black shirt with his black jacket and the way his hair was slicked back.
She felt him begin to press his lips back against hers as well and his hands began to grip onto her waist. They broke apart for a moment and each opened their eyes. They were somewhat dazed and Evie took a little breath and began to explain herself, but before she could his mouth was back upon hers, red hot.
She let out a little moan at the force of his lips on hers and pushed her body up into his. A knock on the door caused the two to break apart, literally causing Phil to jump away and land in a heap onto the floor.
"Are you guys ready yet?" Doug's voice entered the room. They each looked down guiltily. Phil because he had kissed his best friend's sister and Evie because she had kissed her brother's best friend.
"Yeah," she called back, scooting to the edge of the bed. She stood up and fixed the skirt of her dress.
"Okay, meet me in Stu's room," she heard her brother's footsteps fade away.
Phil was still somewhat in shock and as he stood up, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked over at Evelyn who was in the mirror, fixing her hair. "Nice bargain," he winked with a chuckle.
She laughed and touched up her lipstick before motioning to him and then her mouth. He looked in the mirror and saw he had acquired some lipstick. Laughing, he began to wipe it off as she left the room.
She ran, quickly in tiny steps, to Stu's room in her heels before leaping onto the bed. Doug was in a chair already, laughing at his sister.
Stu was parading around in just his underwear, a towel over his shoulder, as he spoke to Melissa.
"Yeah, we even met the owner. His name? Um, Caesar."
"Palache," Evie giggled. He repeated it.
"Well, I gotta go," he told her, "We're gonna go hit this wine tasting." Evie kept her eyes fixed on Stu and didn't flinch as Phil plopped down onto the bed as well. "Okay, love you. Bye."
"I'm not even going to say anything, it's so embarrassing," Phil rolled his eyes.
Stu didn't pay his comment any mind as he put his watch on, "Where's Alan?"
"He went downstairs," Doug sounded confused, "He said he had to get some things?"
"Good!" Stu beamed, "Cause I," he flexed a muscle, "Have something," another flex, "To show you," and another flex. Evie giggled, covering her mouth. Stu then held out a box and her smile dropped as Doug smiled, taking it, "Uh, oh," he grinned.
"What the Hell is that?"
"I hope it's for me," Evie glared at Stu.
He shrugged, "What do you think it is?"
"I think it's a big fucking mistake is what I think it is."
"I agree with Phillip," Evie nodded.
"I'm going to propose to Melissa at your wedding. After the ceremony of course," he grinned as Doug congratulated him. Evie was still glaring at him. "It's a nice ring," Doug added on.
"Thanks, it was my grand mother's. She made it all the way through the Holocaust with that baby, it's legit."
"And you want to give that ring to a bitch like Melissa," Evie sighed.
"Have you not listened to anything Evelyn and I have ever said to you? Ever?" Phil looked over at Stu, insulted.
"We've been dating for three years. This is how it works."
"A, that is bullshit," Phil was growing increasingly more agitated the more Stu defended Melissa. "And B, she is a complete bitch."
"Hey!" Doug mocked, "That is his fiancée you're talking about."
Evie glared even more, "Are you kidding me? You're kidding me right? You know it's true, she's a raging psychopath!"
"She beats him!" Phil cried out. Evie looked at him in shock, "What?" Phil just nodded.
"That was only twice," Stu rolled his eyes, "And I was out of line!"
"You're fucking with me right?" Evie jumped off the bed, "Please tell me you're fucking joking and that she did not beat you, because I swear to God I will rip her ugly fucking hair right out of her head."
Phil raised his eyebrows at Evie's threat as Stu continued to defend her. "She's strong willed and I like that."
Phil was the one to jump up this time and Doug got out of his chair in case he needed to stop anyone from throwing a fit. "Wow, you're just in denial aren't you? And not to mention that she fucked a sailor!"
"Hey!" Doug cried out, "He was a bartender!"
Evie chuckled a bit at her brother mocking all of them to calm them down.
"Guys," Stu finished putting his deodorant on. "I'm standing right here so I can hear everything you're saying. You know."
"Hey guys," a voice caused them all to turn to the doorway. Evie smiled at Alan who was holding a plastic bag. "You ready to let the dogs out?"
"What?" Phil cried out. Evie began laughing.
"You know, like Who let the dogs out, who, who, who, who, who," he did a little dance and Evelyn smiled at him.
"Who brought this guy?" Phil looked around.
Doug nodded, "Yes, Alan, we are ready to let the dogs out."
They all left the room and as they were walking down the hallway, Evelyn noticed Alan shake his hair. She giggled, muffling the noise with her hands once more. Phil pressed the button on the elevator and waited. He turned to Alan, "You're not really wearing that are you? Or are you guys just fucking with me?"
"What?" Alan looked confused.
"The man purse."
"This is where I keep all my things. I get a lot of compliments on this. And plus, it's a satchel and Indiana Jones wears one." Evie patted Alan's back, proud of him, "And Dr. Jones is pretty hot," she nodded.
"So does Joy Beyhart," Phil rolled his eyes.
As the doors opened a man with a mustache jumped away from a girl who was smiling blissfully. Evelyn scrunched her nose up.
"We're going up," the guy said quickly.
"That's okay, so are we," Phil stepped onto the elevator.
"It is?" Evie looked to Doug who just shrugged and followed Phil.
Once the creep and his female companion got off the elevator, it was a nice calm ride up. They followed Phil all the way to the roof.
"It says no trespassing," Stu was whining.
"Oh shut up," Phil opened the door.
"I'm just saying, it's clearly marked," Stu yelled, "We are definitely not supposed to be up here."
"We're paying for a villa we can do whatever the fuck we want," Phil turned to him, "Okay? Now just wedge the door open."
He found a ladder on the side of the wall and began to climb up it. Evelyn let everyone go in front of her and she followed all of them up.
"How the Hell did you find this place?" Doug asked. Phil just grinned. "Look at the view up here!"
Evie grinned as she finally made it to the same level as everyone else. "Oh, wow, it's gorgeous!"
Alan was standing off in the corner and Phil was the first to notice, "You okay over there Alan?" He muttered a yeah, and Doug noticed that he was up to something. "What do you got over there, Alan?"
Alan made his way over with some shot glasses and a bottle. Evie cringed.
"Uh, oh," Doug smiled, "A little Jagermeister. Good idea, on the roof."
"No, this is a good idea," Stu smiled, holding out his glass. "I'd actually like to make a little toast. To Doug and Tracey, may tonight be, but a minor speed bump in a otherwise very happy and healthy relationship."
They all downed their shots and Evie nearly threw up at the taste as Alan refilled their glasses. She recovered and held her glass out, "To my brother who, at least I think, is marrying one of the most amazing women alive. Good job on Tracey, Doug. I'm really glad you picked someone I'll be proud to call my sister."
Again, they all downed their shots and as Alan refilled them, Phil tried to make a speech, but Alan interrupted with a speech of his own. "I'd like to say something that I prepared for tonight."
Doug rubbed Phil's shoulder to tell him that it was okay and to leave Alan alone.
"Hello, how about that ride in? Guess that's why they call it sin city, hahaha," Evie and Phil looked at each other, eyebrows raised, "You guys may not know this, but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one man wolf pack. So when my sister brought Doug home, I knew he was one of my own. And then I met Evelyn, and she was one of my own, too. And my wolf pack grew by two. So there were three of us in the wolf pack now. I was alone and now there were three. 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, I just added two more guys to my wolf pack. Five of us wolves, running around the desert together, in Las Vegas, looking for strippers and cocaine. So tonight, I make a toast!"
He yanked out a knife and cut his own hand. Evelyn screamed shrilly, "What are you doing, Al!"
"Blood brothers," he spoke scarily.
"Make him stop!" Stu cried.
"Alan," Doug spoke calmly as Phil looked at Alan as if he were a maniac, "We're not going to cut ourselves, okay? Give me the knife, thank you. Are you okay?" Alan was sucking on the cut on his hand and he just nodded.
"Get in here crazy," Phil spoke up, making the final toast. "To a night the five of us will never forget," everyone raised their glasses up before downing the liquid inside.
