A black Escalade was parked outside in the desert, okay one, if there isn't snow in the desert there shouldn't be a random Escalade. An Asian man with two Italian mobsters was standing right in front of our car, we all screamed and looked at each other, freaking out.

We all got out of the car and stood in front of it. I glared daggers at the Asian dude for the beat up a few hours ago. He looked at us, hand on hip with a pissed look.

"I want my purse back, bitches."

"It's not a purse, it's a satchel!" retorted Alan, staring at his satchel. I laughed at the man's face.

"It's a purse, gay boy." he said, stealing the purse from Alan. My mind was racing, and I realized this was Mr. Chow.

I slowly put the pieces together and looked at me. It said "Little Asian Man" next to "Mr. Chow"

"Mr. Chow?" I asked, waiting for an answer with my eyebrows raised, as he rummaged through the bag. He looked up at me and nodded.

"That's right! We had a sick night, bitchessssssssssssssss!" he screamed, once again, more 's's then necessary. I rolled my eyes, glancing at Phil. Then Mr. Chow threw down the man purse.

"It's not in there!" he said, stomping on the purse. Alan practically screeched, like he was some fake blond in a horror movie.

"Hey! There were Skittles in there!" he screamed, his face stricken with horror. I was so annoyed by that point, so I leaned into Phil slightly. Then one of Chow's body guards punched Alan in the stomach. Mr. Chow laughed.

"It's funny cause he's fat!" said Chow. I quickly pushed myself off Phil.

"Sam..." Phil warned. I ran at Chow, resisting the urge to do a battle cry. "Sam!" Phil shouted. The bodyguards stepped in front of Chow and I clawed at on of them.

"I am sick and tired of that odd, bearded, two turkey stuffed man, getting punched today!" I screamed at them. I felt hands touch my arms and yank me backwards, they lifted me up and I started kicking. "Get off!" I screeched.

"Hey...Hey. Stop. Calm down." Phil murmured in my ear.

"Just what the hell do you want?" I asked, after not calming down, whatsoever. Phil was holding me like he was a human straight jacket. With his arms wrapped around my stomach, then them going back to where he used his hands like a lock, lacing his fingers together, so I glared at him.

"I want my eighty thousand dollars." Chow said, hand on hip. I glared at him and almost flipped again. "Or you no get Doug." He pointed to the window, which rolled down to reveal our Doug covered by a black cloth over the face. Stu, Phil and a starting to regain composure Alan all shouted, I, on the other hand, tried breaking out of my little situation, and failed. Even though violently thrashing around loosens someone's hold, it doesn't break it.

"Give us Doug back!" screamed Stu, but Chow shook his head.

"You give me money, we give you Doug." he said, turning around and getting in his car. He rolled down the window just as he was about to pull away.

"Bring it here at dawn." he stated, rolling up the window. Just as he was about to roll it up, he said, "So long gay boys and girl!" He screeched like a bird or something as he rolled up the window completely. I screamed angrily as his guards drove away.

"How the hell are we going to get all that money by dawn?" Stu asked, as I furiously stomped the ground. Phil looked down at me, shrugging at letting go of me. I pushed him away from me and walked over to the car, quickly checking on Alan.

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We were back in the hotel, thinking of ways to get the money back. I sitting upside on the couch by Stu and Phil was, so sexily, leaning against the wall. Alan quickly got our attention.

"Hey guys! Look!" he said, holding up his stupid Blackjack book from before. We all looked at each other, then back at they all looked to me, probably for confirmation considering Doug is my brother.

I shrugged, sighing and throwing my arms up. "Why not?" They smiled at me and cheered.

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I was getting ready to go to the casino, covering up my bruises and Hickeys. I couldn't find my dress from last night amidst all of the shit and prayed that I had packed another dress, and I did. All the way at the bottom of my bag. The dress wasn't wrinkled, at all, which surprised me. I slipped it on, and then someone knocked.

"Come in!" I said, fiddling with my hair, but still looking at one of my bruises. Phil came into view with the same suit he wore last night. He looked, well, hot.

"Stu's left to go pick up Jade." he said, coming over and wrapping his arms around me. I sighed, pushing him back. I asked, watching the mirror as he shifted on his feet.

"What was that for?" He asked. "And the shove in the desert?" I finished my eye-liner and glanced at him, walking by him to put on my black boots that go with my black dress.

"Listen, I know...I know we've kissed a lot in the past few days but that doesn't tell me what we are to each other." I stated, looking at him and him back at me with those blue eyes.

He nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I'll tell you when I figure that out..." He said quitely, walking out of the room. I walked back to the mirror. Seeing my eyes become tear filled. I quickly wiped it away, without getting my mascara and eye-liner messed up.

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After everyone was ready, we headed towards the casino. Alan, Phil and I, were riding down the escalators all dramatic like, and all I could think about was how Alan was going to win. I could have sworn I heard 'Smooth Criminal" by Michael Jackson, playing while we went towards the tables, Phil drinking something…I don't know what the hell it was…and I was watching the table. Alan was already in the action, and he put down some cash.

"Ten thousand." said the dealer, giving Alan his money in chips. Phil breathed in a heavy breath, rubbing his hands together.

"Hey, are these seats taken?" asked Stu, coming up with Jade. She smiled and winked at us as she and Stu sat down.

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Alan won the first hand he played. Phil and I smiled proudly, but then I stopped when he wasn't looking.

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"Oh Yeah! Shut up bitches!" screamed Phil, smiling as Alan still played. Over the elapsed time of twenty minutes, Alan had won every game. Stu and Jade weren't doing so bad either. During that time, Phil and I managed to do some crazy poses, he even flipped off the camera.

"I don't know you, but I'd say that's crazy!" said Stu, looking at Alan's bet. He put in most of his chips for the one bet. I was leaned forward rubbing Alan's back, while Phil was behind me pacing. The dealer dealt Alan an Ace to his already ten of spades.

"Oh come on! He can't lose!" mocked Phil, chanting loudly as Alan won another round. He ruffled his hair and screamed victoriously.

Wrong time to say that Philip. I thought to myself, as I glanced at two guys talking to each other, all hushed like.

I tugged Phil's sleeve, he glanced at me. I casually nodded my head to the guys. "Pit boss guy over there, is watching Alan." He nodded as I let go of his sleeve.

Jade noticed this too, because she was whispering to Stu and eyeing the man. She looked at me and nodded, beginning to laugh very loudly. She laughed so hard that she fell over in her chair, her legs waving around in the air for everyone to see. Phil and Alan gathered the chips as the guys went to help Jade up and then they quickly raced out of the casino, just as the two guys looked to where they had been.

"Damn...Guys, the total is 84,200!" I screamed happily, quickly rechecking my counting. We all screamed and danced around like little kids, I even kissed Phil then continued to dance around, not paying attention to him standing there.