When we arrived at the craps table, Alan sat down and got to business. I sat down next to him and. I figured it wouldn't hurt to use some of my cash especially if we won. We may need the extra money with the way things have been going after. And that left Phil hovering behind the two of us which was making me nervous. Soon enough Stu and Jade arrived at our table.

"Hey, are these seats taken?" Stu asked.

"No feel free," the dealer told us.

"Let's play some black jack!" Stu said enthusiastically.

"Splitting Five," the dealer announced.

Stu leaned over to say, "I don't even know you but I'm going to tell you that's dumb," to Alan. I had to wonder why he thought it was a good idea to even speak to us.

"Oh come on he can't lose, he can't lose!" Phil yelled. He seriously needed to calm down if he gripped my shoulders any tighter I was going to turn around and punch him in the gut.

I was so into the game that it honestly caught me off guard when Jade fell off her stool. I stood from my stool and stared at Stu leaning over her in concern for a second in disbelief. Meanwhile Phil was grabbing my winnings and then grabbed my ass whispering in my ear, "Let's go!" I slapped his hand away from my butt and laced my fingers into his following after him as fast as my heels would allow.

"I can't believe we just got away with that!" I said as Phil picked me up in a hug and spun me around once we were in our official meeting place aka the lobby of our hotel. I took the opportunity to kiss him because even though I don't know what we are I felt that I could do that anytime I wanted now.

We reluctantly broke apart and I couldn't help but grin. That is until I heard Phil say, "Really Alan you're hugging me while I'm kissing Charlie?"

"I just thought it was a good time," Alan lamely defended himself.

"100, 200, 300, 400 oh with all this that's 82,400 dollars," Stu announced from the back seat.

"God damn it. I don't fucking believe it. Alan you're the man!" Phil said hitting the steering wheel.

"You are too, Phil," Alan said.

"We should come back next week and take the whole city down," Phil suggested.

"Oh I'm free!" Alan said.

I shot Phil an annoyed look. "Or we can focus on getting Doug back right now," Stu suggested.

"What a thought?" I mumbled to myself.

"Oh you know what next week's no good for me the Jonas Brothers are in town but any week after that is totally fine," Alan said.

"I think it's safe to say our luck has officially turned around guys. We are back baby! We are fucking back!" Phil yelled squeezing my knee.

"We are back, ha classic," Stu said before singing, "We are back. We are getting Doug back." and so on.

Then Alan began singing his very own song, "We're the four best friends that anyone could have. We're the four best friends that anyone could have." He didn't stop until we arrived at our designated meeting spot.

We sat in our car directly across from the Asians' black SUV. "Now what?" Phil asked.

"Give them the signal," Alan said.

"What signal?"

"Flash your lights let them know it's on."

"What's on?"

"The deal."

"Well of course we just drove 30 miles into the desert, he knows it's on," Phil yelled.

"Phil, just do something," Stu then yelled.

"Fine," Phil said before flashing the headlights.

"Thank you!" I said throwing my hands up. The Asians began to exit the car.

"Alright let's go." Since the passenger side of the car was smashed in Alan had to climb out the windows. Alan fell on his face so I opted to just slide out the driver's side.

The little Asian man began laughing, "That funny fat guy fall on his face."

"You okay?" Stu asked while Alan dusted himself off.

"Alright we got the money, 80 grand cash," Phil said. I grabbed on to his arm, just because I really didn't trust these guys. I was feeling really nervous about this.

"Throw it over, then I give you Doug," little Asian man said.

"Uh I'm sorry first of all good morning. We didn't catch your name last night," Stu said.

"What are you doing?" I whispered however he ignored me.

"Mr. Chow, Leslie Chow."

"Mr. Chow it's a pleasure."

"Bullshit." I muttered and Phil threw me a shut up look.

"My name is Stu and I would very much appreciate an opportunity to see Doug before we give you the money just to verify he's okay if that's cool."

"Of course Stu that is cool." The scary Asian man pulled a guy out of the backseat with a white bag over his head but I knew it wasn't Doug right away.

"That's..." I tried to voice this but Phil shushed me. I shut my mouth but frowned at Phil.

"See he's fine now give me money or I shoot him and all you motherfuckers and we take it your choice bitches," Chow threatened.

"But..." again I was interrupted by Phil.

"Charlie seriously shut up. Give him the money Stu."

Stu between the two of us, "Just do it. I'm not dying today," I told him with a shrug and an eye roll.

"Okay," Stu said and then threw the bag of money over to Chow.

"Let him go," Chow order. The scary Asians pushed him over to us and the closer they got, the more sure I was that it wasn't Doug. How was nobody else noticing this? This guy was taller and not fat but physically a bigger guy than Doug.

"Alright take it easy," Phil said.

"Ta-da," Chow said when the cover was taken off his head, yeah just what I thought NOT Doug. We were face to face with some black guy I've never seen before..

"Is this some kind of joke? Who the hell is this?" Phil yelled.

"This is not Doug," Stu said.

"That's what I was trying to say but you wouldn't let me," I said pointedly at Phil.

"Sorry Babe," Phil said as he started rubbing my back.

"Don't call me that right now," I said pulling away from him.

"What you talking about Willis, that him," Chow protested.

"No Mr. Chow that is not our friend," Stu said.

"The Doug we're looking for is a white," Alan said.

"I told you, you had the wrong guy little boy. Damn Alan what the fuck you got me into," the black guy said.

"You know him?" Phil and I asked at the same time.

"That's the guy who sold me the bad drugs. Hey how you doing?"

"Un-fucking-believable!" I shouted and began pacing.

"I didn't sell you no fucking bad drugs," the guy replied.

"Wait he sold you the ruffalin?" Stu asked.

"Ruffalin?" the guy asked. That's when I launched myself at this guy, I was going to punch him in the face if it was the last thing I did. If it weren't for him we would be in the big fucking mess.

"Charlie, seriously calm down. Maybe he knows where Doug is," Phil said struggling to hold me around the waist.

"I am Doug" the black guy said.

"Fuck you, that's not funny!" I yelled.

"Your name is Doug?" Alan asked.

"Yeah, Yes I am Doug."

"His name is Doug too. Classic mix up," Alan said shaking his head and chuckling a little. If I knew that Phil wouldn't let me out of his grip I would have launched myself at Alan next.

"Come on," Chow said and his crew began to get back in their SUV.

"Hey Chow you gave us the wrong Doug," Phil yelled handing me off to Stu.

"Not my problem."

"No fuck that shit you give us out 80 grand back and take him with you," Phil said.

"No, no come on man I'll be your Doug," Doug pleaded.

"Oh yeah okay I take him back right after you suck on this little Chinese nuts," Chow said making obscene gestures.

"Oh that's nasty," Doug said.

"How that sound? So long gay boys and girls," Chow said closing the car door.

"He's a nasty mother fucker," Doug commented.

"Hey did you ever get any ecstasy?" Alan asked.

"No I don't have any fucking ecstasy."

"Shut the fuck up already," I hissed. I was beyond pissed now and Stu could tell so he let me go. He probably thought I would hit him if he didn't.

"God damn it!" Phil yelled obviously in the same mood I was.

"Gosh darn it!" Alan mimicked.

"Shit!" Phil then yelled kicking up some sand.

"Shoot!" I would have thought this was funny at another time.

We decided that we had absolutely no choice but to call Tracy. I wanted to be the one to do but Phil insisted he do it saying I was too emotional right now. You don't even want to know how many explicit words were thrown around during that argument. He was standing about 20 feet from the side of the road where were pulled over. Alan was sitting on the hood of the car, while Stu and I leaned against the side of it.

"Thanks for the lift back to town. She's not gonna kill me though right?" Doug said after he finishing peeing behind the car.

"No," I growled. He gave me a scared look as he backed away slowly toward Alan.

"I got a question for you," Stu said.

"What?" Doug asked.

"How did you end up in Chow's car?"

"That crazy ass hole kidnapped me yesterday."

"Okay but why? Why you?"

"Cause he thought I was with you guys 'cause we was all hanging together over at the Palazzo," Doug explained.

"What?"

"We were at the Palazzo?" Alan asked.

"Yeah were shooting craps, you don't remember?" Doug replied.

"No, no we don't remember because some dick drug dealer sold him," Stu said pointing to Alan, "Ruffalin and told him it was ecstasy."

"Ruffalin, there you go with that word ruffalin. What the hell is a ruffalin?" Doug began ranting.

I slapped a hand to my forehead, "Are you seriously that fucking stupid?"

"Wow you are the world's shittest drug dealer. Ruffalin for your information is the date rape drug. You sold Alan roofies," Stu explained.

"Oh shit I must have mixed up the bags, my fault Alan. Damn Marshall going to be pissed off at me about that one," Doug said.

"Trust me he's not the only one who is pissed at you," I said.

"Whatever," Stu said.

"It's funny 'cause just the other day me and my boy was wondering why they even call it roofies. You know what I am talking about?"

"No I don't know what you're talking about," Stu said sarcastically.

"Please enlighten us," I said.

"Why not floories right? 'Cause when you take them you're more likely to end up on the floor than the roof. What about groundies that's a good new name for them."

"Or how about rapeies?" Alan offered.

"Wait what did you just say?" Stu asked.

"Rapeies," Alan said.

"Not you, Doug what did you say before?"

"I said groundies," Doug said looking confused. I have to admit I was a little puzzled too until Stu said the following.

"No before that you said you're more likely to end up on the floor than..." Stu trailed off when he turned and saw my face. He could tell I figured it out too.

"The Roof!" I screamed tearing off my shoes. I didn't want to ruin my heels or break my ankle.
Stu and I ran as fast we could toward Phil.

Stu tackled Phil to the ground and grabbed the phone, "Hey Tracy, it's Stu." I couldn't make out what Tracy saying but I could tell there was a panicked tone in her raised voice. The look on Phil's face as he rolled over to glare at Stu was priceless. "Uh nothing don't listen to Phil he's completely out of his mind probably still drunk from last night." Another pause before Stu said, "He's paying the bill. We just had a delicious brunch and we are in a big hurry to get back so we gotta get going, so see you soon. Bye."

"What the fuck man?" Phil asked once Stu closed the phone.

"We know where Doug is," Stu said. Phil looked up at me and I nodded with a grin.

"Let's get going!" I urged helping them both up.