This is my sister's favourite chapter, so I hope you enjoy it the same way she did :)
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Interview with the POTO Characters
~Las Vegas~
"Where are we?" Daroga asked while looking around the building all of them were inside.
"I told you already, you're in Las Vegas," Era answered.
"Why?" Erik asked, obviously not knowing why Vegas was so special.
"Because it will be entertaining and I thought you might enjoy it…but we'll find that out tomorrow morning. For now, we can do whatever we want," the girl replied.
"What is this place," Christine asked while looking around the themed room.
"It's the Venetian hotel, it's modelled after Venice. There's a gondola if you want to hijack it for your house, Erik,"
"Why would I want a gondola?" Erik inquired with a raised brow.
"So that you look cooler," Era replied.
"So we just…walk around?" Raoul asked.
"You can do whatever you want," Era emphasized.
"There's no harm in taking a look around and filling our curiosity…as long as we don't do anything we'll regret," the Persian reasoned.
"Exactly! So go with your instincts and have fun!"
~oOo~
"I said go with your instincts! I didn't say 'Do the most stupidest thing you can think of'!" Era exclaimed the next morning as all the characters sat at the breakfast table with massive hangovers. A chorus of groans answered her.
"Alright, I know you all have massive hangovers because you refused to stop drinking hard liquor and a lot of your bodies aren't used to it, but you guys have got to focus!" Era snapped annoyed.
"How come you aren't…you know," Daroga mumbled.
"I was too busy chasing all of you around to drink a lot," Era replied.
"What happened last night?" Erik asked.
"You mean before, after, or between all of you vomiting in the bathroom in turns?" Era questioned sarcastically with a raised brow.
"Don't be so overdramatic," Erik grumbled while resting his head on the table.
"It was my room," Era growled.
"Answer his question!" Raoul exclaimed before holding his head. Era sighed.
"What can you all remember?"
"…I remember…lights," Christine answered slowly.
"Yes, Christine, there are lights in Vegas," Era said sarcastically.
"I think we traveled around a bit," Meg piped in.
"A bit? You guys wouldn't slow down! You went from hotel to hotel laughing away as Erik asked every single person he saw if they knew the function of the drink that can be lit on fire,"
"…I remember that," Erik said in recognition.
"Well…we didn't do anything we would regret…right?" Christine asked hopefully.
"Well…that depends on how you take the news. I'm pretty sure Raoul's going to regret what he did the moment he finds out," Era answered slowly.
"What? What did I do?" Raoul asked in horror.
"You got a tattoo," Era started.
"…A what?"
"Just go to the bathroom and look at your butt," Raoul frowned for a moment before shakily standing and leaving the table.
"…What is a tattoo?" Meg asked.
"Basically ink being put into your skin in a design that stays there forever," Era replied.
"…What did he put on his butt?" Daroga questioned slowly.
"He wrote-" Era was cut off by Raoul's scream as the man came dashing back to their table, doing his pants back up as he did.
"'Erik, spank me'?" he yelled in horror.
"Excuse me?" Erik replied.
"Yeah…" Era trailed off.
"Merde," Daroga said in shock.
"Well, you were all drunk, and in your drunk state you kind of forgave each other for your differences, and told each other that you loved each other, in a bromance kind of way, and then in a fit of laughter got a tattoo on your butt in a sigh of friendship," Era explained with an awkward laugh.
"But-but-but-" Raoul's knees began to buckle before he collapsed to the floor unconscious.
"Raoul!" Christine cried.
"He'll be fine," Era assured.
"I can't believe that happened," Erik whispered in disbelief.
"I tried to stop you two, but you insisted," Era reasoned.
"I can't believe he did that," Meg giggled.
"Wait till you hear the rest,"
"Why? Who else got a tattoo on their derrière with my name on it?" Erik asked in alarm.
"No one," Era sighed, "But after that little…incident, we went to a strip joint because Erik, Raoul and Daroga were curious as to why all the men were heading in that direction. And when we got there, Meg thought it would be funny to…try it,"
"What!" Meg gasped.
"Don't worry; you laughed so hard you couldn't take off your clothes, even when that drunk offered to help. Instead you pole danced and got a few one dollar bills, mostly from Daroga and Raoul, since Erik was too busy kissing a whore who found him attractive," Era continued.
"That's where all that money you gave me went!" Daroga exclaimed while looking at the girl.
"This can't be happening," Meg whispered to herself.
"…What whore?" Erik questioned out loud.
"Then Raoul and Christine though that their relationship was moving too fast and got divorced," Era continued.
"What!" Raoul exclaimed as he suddenly bolted upright from his fainting spell.
"No!" Christine gasped.
"You guys insisted,"
"Why didn't you stop us?" Raoul asked bewildered.
"I honestly tried, but you guys ran so fast to the damn place that by the time I got there it was too late. Then you went back to the strip joint and Raoul got his lap dance and Christine became so curious as to why all the whores kept kissing Erik that she tried kissing him too," Era answered. Erik smiled brightly.
"Really?"
"Yeah, but then she thought the bus boy kissed better,"
"Merde," Erik grumbled while crossing his arms angrily.
"Yes…it's starting to come back to me…he was a good kisser," Christine smiled as she thought about it.
"Wait, I remember a white place…like a wedding ceremony…did we go to a wedding? Or is that where they got divorced?" Meg asked.
"Both, actually," Era answered. "Raoul and Christine got divorced, we left, and then we went back for…now this is my favourite part, though you might not like it…just remember that I tried to stop you, but you ran too fast for me to keep up…but-"
"Hey, where did I get this silver ring?" Erik asked while looking at the silver ring on his left hand over the golden ring Christine gave back to him when he died. Everyone looked at him for a moment as it came to him.
"…Oh…"
"Oh no, Christine married Erik!" Raoul cried out while immediately hugging his wife in despair.
"No, Raoul, look! No new wedding band," Christine said while holding up her left hand. Everyone immediately looked down at their left hand.
"…WHAT!" everyone turned to the Persian, who also had a silver band on his left hand.
"…Erik and Daroga got married," Era continued.
"What!" everyone exclaimed in unison. Erik and Daroga looked at each other, realizing they were sitting together, before quickly scooting their chairs as far away as possible from each other.
"This is impossible! We're not gay! And there is no such thing as gay marriages," the Persian defended.
"Actually, there are nowadays. Besides, Erik paid them a lot of unnecessary money for it to happen," Era answered.
"Why?" Erik asked horrified.
"I don't know,"
"…Impossible," Daroga mumbled again.
"Don't worry, it's just marriage," Era said with a dismissive wave.
"Don't act like it's a simple thing that happens every day!" Erik exclaimed angrily.
"It does in Las Vegas," Era corrected.
"Wait a minute," Christine cut in, "You planned this, didn't you!"
"Of course I did, but I was aiming more towards getting drunk and doing something stupid, but you guys hit a whole different layer of stupid," Era replied.
"What do we do now?" Meg asked. Era shrugged.
"We should probably head back to my office, whether or not Raoul and Christine decide to get married again before we leave," she answered.
"Of course we will," Raoul said determined. There was a pause.
"…I don't think Christine's agreeing with you," Era pointed out.
"Christine!" Raoul whined.
"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention," Christine said honestly.
"Well, I think we should head back then, since we did everything we needed to do here, including seeing the Phantom Spectacular," Era said.
"What 'Phantom Spectacular'?" Meg questioned.
"Remember the Phantom movie we watched? It's that but on stage here in Vegas, we saw it last night while you were all drunk," Era explained.
"We did?" Christine asked with a frown.
"Yeah, Raoul bought tickets for half of the room,"
"What!" Raoul exclaimed.
"And used the rest of your money for gambling…and lost…a lot,"
"No!" Raoul cried.
"It's alright, Erik won a few jack pots, and then won every game he went to after that. He then used the money to pay for his wedding…and the rest to buy a red Ferrari and a Porsche…which you guys thought it would be funny to completely trash the car before rolling it off a cliff near the outskirts of town," Era continued.
"I don't even know what a car is," Erik mumbled.
"Apparently you destroyed two of them," Christine pointed out.
"Why did we do that?" Meg asked.
"You guys just pushed the Ferrari off the cliff. You then donated the other car to a monster truck jam. There's a video of the monster trucks destroying the car on the internet," Era explained.
"I don't even want to bother asking what an 'Internet' is," Raoul sighed.
"Oh, by the way, if you see any people looking at you strangely or start laughing at you, it's because Erik somehow figured out how to hijack a TV system and video tapped Meg doing another pole dance live with a few clips of Christine and the bus boy," Era said with an awkward laugh. Christine and Meg both groaned.
A/N-I don't know about all of you, but I think Erik actually gets smarter when he's drunk. Well, I hope you enjoyed it! Please review!