Disclaimer: I don't own Dan or Phil. I also don't own any other YouTubers you may see in this story (such as KickThePj [PJ Liguori],crabstickz (Chris Kendall) sparkleofglitter [Louise Pentland], etc.), any real life references you may see, social media (Primarily YouTube, but also Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, etc.), music/song references, as well as artists/bands (such as Muse, MCR, etc.), and whatever you recognize. I am not creative enough to own that stuff :P I do own my OC, Abigail Elizabeth Woods, who I think is creative...?
Hope you are having a nice day, reader! Thanks for dropping by and literally checking me out :P
P.S- Do you know Dodie Clark? She is literally the cutest person ever. I love her so much. Gahhhh :)
P.P.S- For the sake of fiction, please pretend that there are such strict dress codes at restaurant. I've wanted to do this bit for so long, and I am not prepared to let it be taken down by the hands of realism *shakes fist at the sky*
Chapter 21: What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas (Right?)
Their show continued on, and Abi stood behind the scenes the whole time, watching people with dreams of meeting their internet idols finally being granted the wish of meeting them in real life. She was always happy to see the smiles that her friends make on some people.
Eventually, they were hitting the road again, but this time, their minds were filled with something far more exciting than just another regular show of The Amazing Tour Is Not On Fire. In fact, it was something that was a bit more important to them than their live stage show.
Yes, on June 11th, it was Dan's birthday.
...and he didn't remember much at all.
Before
"Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Abi exclaims, hopping into their bedroom. Dan was half awake under bedsheets, pulling them halfway up his face. His smile peeked out from under the bedsheets. Abi grinned, pulling him out of bed.
"Good morning, birthday boy!" she says happily, literally on the tips of her toes. Dan fought the urge to smile at her appearance.
If Dan didn't know who she was, he would've assumed she was either an angel or a literal ball of sunshine. Her hair flopped on her shoulders, and she was wearing the new glasses they had got her on the way to Washington - the rounded, brown ones with the lighter shade of brown stripes circling the frame. She was wearing a denim jumper over a white t-shirt, and her smile - Dan could throw up rainbows looking at that smile.
She was perfect.
She is perfect.
"Er, Dan?" Abi's voice snaps him out of his daydream, and his eyes dart back to meet hers. "You've been quiet for quite a while now, and I can't tell if you are attempting to sleep with your eyes open, or you are just a total dickhead."
"I am a dickhead," Dan muses, and Abi grins, pulling his arm to get him out of bed and wrapping him in a tight embrace.
"A twenty five year old dickhead!" Abi squeals. "Happy birthday, Dan!"
"Man, if you keep saying that, you'll use up all the happy birthday's a person can say in a year, Jesus Christ," Dan mutters, a smile still etched on his face. Abi grins and just squeezes him tighter. The height difference made Abi's face dig into the crook of his neck, and his cheeks blazed when she nuzzled her nose into his skin.
"I can't believe you're twenty five," Abi says when they pull apart. "I mean, you literally have the facial hair of a prepubescent man-child," Abi then adds, giggling. Dan rolls his eyes, turning around to fix the bed as they continued to talk.
"Well, your giggling reminds me of a six year old girl on the playground who's screaming 'cooties!' to every boy she meets."
"Dan, do you want cake or not?"
Dan's eyes glisten. "Alright, you win; I'll take my cootie shot and get my birthday on!"
"I've already started with the birthday tweet by the way!" A voice rang out from outside their room. "Are you ready to get #HappyBirthdayDan trending on Twitter, and to have the most Dan-tastic birthday in the history of birthdays?!"
Dan groans. "Please, no."
Phil's head pops out of the door frame, and his smile is almost as wide as Abi's. He is holding a stack of pancakes with twenty five burning candles on top of them, and was wearing his infamous 'abs' apron. Dan smirks.
"Nice apron, Mrs. Lester."
Abi grins, looking Phil up and down. "Your mum wishes she had abs like that."
Phil shoots them a mock-hurt look. "Hey! I'm telling my mom you said that."
Abi's eyes widen. "Please don't tell Mrs. Lester I said that! She cooks the best food in the whole entire world, and has the best Christmas sweaters just waiting for me when we go visit in the winter! You can't take her away, please!"
A few seconds of silence and Abi cuts out of her over-dramatic scene and breaks into small giggles. Phil laughs as well, and Dan just takes a big step in Phil's direction, eyeing the stack of pancakes in his hand.
"So I know I was promised a cake, but I do want to know when I can eat these pancakes," Dan says, licking his lips. Phil pulls the plate back
"There are twenty five pancakes on this plate, and you are going to share," Phil says. Dan puts his hands on his hips.
"I bet you twenty pounds I can finish all these by myself," Dan says.
Abi shakes her head. "No way. Plus, shouldn't it be dollars?"
Phil rolls his eyes. "Nice try, Dan. As much as I'd like to see you fail miserably, we are going to share. Plus, you know that I am the only one who can beat you in a pancake eating session. Any day, man. Any day."
"Try me, Lester," Dan says, shoving his nose in Phil's face with a small smile. Abi bites her lip with a smile.
"This is it. The end of Dan and Phil. Who knew it would come down to pancakes," Abi jokes.
"Can we please just go eat pancakes now? You're killing me, guys. You're killing me," Dan says, putting a hand to his heart. Phil nods, blowing out all the candles and ripping them out with a wide grin.
"I wanted to stuff these in my face once I made them. Forget making a wish; let's eat!"
The three share a laugh, and race to the kitchen with smiles on their faces.
Phil takes three pancakes and plops them on his plate, grabbing the cup of maple syrup and pours a bunch on. Abi chuckles and did the same, the thick liquid drizzling down her stack. Dan takes the most, and they all sit down around the small kitchen table.
"Sho," Dan says through a mouth full of food, "what'sh da phlan tho-day?"
"I can't speak mumble talk, you know that," Abi jokes, and Dan rolls his eyes, swallowing the food down and sipping from his orange juice.
"What's the plan today? I mean, we have some time after the show today. I don't mind going out or anything, but if you guys aren't up for it, we can stay home," Dan says, digging his fork into his pancake and ate it, chewing it around before turning to Phil and asking, "And are these Delia Smith pancakes?"
Phil shrugs. "Dan, don't be so humble; we're obviously going out to celebrate. You're a quarter way through your life; it's kind of special, you know? Martyn and Cornelia are going to this casino nearby, and while they are there, we can go to the really fancy dinner place that came with their 'bundle'."
Phil pauses, then smiles and adds, "And of course I made Delia Smith pancakes. Why wouldn't I?"
Abi closes her eyes as she eats.
"Holy crap these are the best pancakes I've ever eaten...," Abi moans, "and I've been to iHOP."
Phil's eyes widen, and he pulls the plate closer to him.
"Don't ever say that about iHOP again, Abigail Woods, or I'll cut off your supply of these babies."
"You wouldn't!" Abi says dramatically, throwing the back of her hand on her forehead. Dan snickers, finishing another pancake and immediately putting more on his plate. Phil looks over at him and laughs.
"You know, Dan, you have to save some room for our big fancy dinner tonight."
Dan looks at Phil, his cheeks filled with pancake crumbs. "Were you being serious about that?"
"I don't see why I wouldn't be," Phil replies. Abi frowns.
"Well, I didn't pack any nice clothes...and this is a restaurant near a fancy casino," Abi points out. "Plus, don't Martyn and Cornelia want to spend their night at the restaurant? I mean, it is their bundle...whatever that means..."
"They told me to go ahead and use it, as they will probably just stay at the casino and then go for room service," Phil explains. "Martyn even said to consider their gift to you, Dan; a fancy dinner."
"The clothes?" Abi repeats again. "This is a fancy place I assume?"
"Five stars," Phil says with a wink, "and do you think I didn't prepare for this moment?"
Dan's eyes widen in realization.
"Did...you planned this all along?!" he exclaims. Phil grins mischeviouly, rubbing his hands together.
"Yup! It was all part of my diabolical plan on making sure your birthday is one you shall never forget for next quarters of your life! How evil am I?" Phil says sarcastically. "I bet you didn't see this coming! The Amazing Phil strikes again! Mwhahahaa!"
Abi laughs. "So you're telling me you packed me a dress?"
"Yup!" Phil says happily.
"...I don't have any dresses other than the one from New Year's," Abi says, looking at Phil suspiciously. He winks.
"Consider that a gift from your good old pal Louise!" he answers.
"Me?" Dan asks. Phil shrugs.
"I just got Martyn to buy one while you were in that shop with the ridiculous hat. "
"Which one?" Abi smirks. "You do know that we are friends with Mr. Gatorland."
Dan looks at her, faking a stab to the heart. "Are you telling me you aren't in love with my snazzy hat? If you keep it up like that, I am planning on buying you one and permanently gluing it to your head."
Abi fakes a horrified look. Phil laughs.
"You know, the one I took a picture of and tweeted it out?"
"Oh, the one that looked like a poor farmer's hat?" Abi asks with a sly grin. Dan glares at her.
"You know that was the runner-up for my snazzy hat?"
"Thank god that you made the right decision," Abi says with a roll of her eyes. Dan chuckles and finishes his last pancake. Phil sits back in his chair, smiling.
"Well back on topic," he says, "I asked Martyn to get Dan to try on some clothes and just choose a nice blazer and dress shirt with some pants in the same size. It was a foolproof plan if I do say so myself."
"Why didn't you just ask me to try out the blazer and stuff?" Dan asks. "I would've not mind, you know, as I need a new blazer anyway."
"Wait, did this blazer happen to be grey with a few pinstripes of black?" Abi asks curiously.
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, I think Martyn wore it to his date with Cornelia."
Phil's eyes widen, and he dashes to his room to dig through his clothes. He then goes to Martyn and Cornelia's room and searches frantically for the blazer, but can't find it. He comes back with a sheepish smile.
"Well, maybe I didn't specify it was for Dan today...," Phil says embarrassingly. Dan groans.
"Great, now I have to show up with a graphic t-shirt and skinny jeans," Dan says. "Typical. I don't even think that's allowed in that kind of restaurant; there has to be some sort of dress code I'm breaking or something..."
"Don't act so glum, Dan," Abi says. "It's the thought that counts, am I right?"
Phil suddenly snaps his fingers.
"You know, Dan, I think I can find you a last minute tux that will certainly make you the...light of the room, if you know what I mean," Phil says, smirking. Dan frowns, and looks at him in confusion.
"What are you on about?" Abi, however, seemed to be getting the idea, and she broke out into a smile.
"You aren't even considering..."
"I will actually kill you, Phil Lester," Dan says, standing in his gold, glittery TATINOF blazer, complete with a plain black shirt rather than the one with a ring on it, black jeans, and dress shoes."It's my birthday, and I can de-friend you if it will make me happy on the day I was conceived once again."
Phil smiles, adjusting his blue blazer as he looked in the mirror.
"Why do you want to kill me?" Phil asks. "To my defence, Martyn was the one who wore your birthday suit."
"...you're going to have to stop saying that," Dan says. "Plus, it's all sweaty." he adds, taking off the top hat and giving it a disgusted shake.
"Come on, you've done the dance thousands of times before. At this rate, you shouldn't even break a sweat. Plus, you seemed a lot more happier wearing it at the Las Vegas show today..."
"That's because it was part of the show, Phil!" Dan exclaims. "I can't go to a five star restaurant looking like this. I look like Willy Wonka who got a new wardrobe change at the Queen's gold mine."
"Dan, you have to wear this," Phil says. "It's literally the only fancy piece of clothing I can find. The people won't let you in if you are wearing a black, leather jacket and skinny jeans. Trust me; Dean said he got kicked out of the place for wearing a graphic t-shirt, despite wearing a bowtie with it."
"...are they that strict?"
"I am pretty sure that's it," Phil says. "This is one of the most high-class restaurants in America. The chef was raised alongside royalty that could probably match up to the Queen. I am certain that they will kick you out if you aren't in the proper attire."
The last words were said through a heavy British accent, which made Dan laugh.
"Okay, Phil, you win, I'll wear the tux." Phil grins, pumping his fist in the air. "I just want to let you know that it's because you are my best friend, and I could never end Dan and Phil over a gold tux - the fans will never forgive me."
"You'd be a hated man," Phil rambles as Dan looks behind his shoulder with wide eyes. "You would probably be wanted for the most dangerous crime; de-friending the rich and famous Phil Lester. Maybe even worse, you'll never get a job again -"
Phil stops halfway through his joke to see Dan's wide eyes. He frowns.
"Why are you staring at me like that - oh." Phil turns around and he realizes what Dan's staring at.
Abi stood there, her hair up in a messy bun with a gold pin in her hair. She wore a scarlet, strapless cocktail dress and it wrapped around her, fitting perfectly around her slim shape. She wore small, black heels, and she wore her brown, thin framed glasses from earlier in the morning. It seemed to go perfectly with the dark red dress, and Dan couldn't stop staring. He knew he had to say something before he made this more awkward.
Dan gulps. "No contacts today?"
Abi grins. "Nope."
"You look...nice," Dan ends ups saying. Abi bows her head shyly.
"You do as well." She masks her embarrassment with a sarcastic comment. "Stay gold, ponyboy."
Dan's nervous smile disappeared. "Actually, shut up. At least it's only the blazer. The rest of my attire is just fine. In fact, without the golden blazer, I'd say I looked pretty good with a gold bow-tie."
"Are you going to keep the top hat?" Abi asks with a pleading tone to her voice. "Please say you'll keep the top hat."
"I am not keeping the top hat!" Dan protests. Phil's shoulders sag, and he throws in puppy eyes to help sway Dan's mind.
"Come on, Dan, it looks so much better with the top hat!" he exclaims.
"I'm not wearing the hat!"
"Would you rather go out in your hobbit hair?" Abi points out. Dan frowns, sneaking a peek at his wavy hair. He frowns, then shrugs.
"To be honest? I'd much rather do that," Dan says, fluffing his hair a bit. "You know, I've actually been starting to appreciate my curly hair. Maybe I'll wear it like this more often..."
Abi's eyes widen. "Did I walk into a world where Dan embraces his curly hair?"
"Catch me now," Phil says, a hand on his forehead. "Forget the frickin' top hat; this is basically my birthday gift for the rest of my life."
"Seriously?" Dan chuckles, trying to shake out the shyness in his voice.
"Uh, obviously," Abi says. "#KillTheStraightners2k16."
Dan smiles. "Remind me to ask for a safe when we get home."
Phil laughs, checking the time before widening his eyes.
"Well, we better start going. We can hail a taxi and scoot our way to Las Vegas' grandest restaurant! We will be so posh, it would be the equivalent of every person in England - including the Queen."
As Phil walks out of the tour bus, Dan shyly smiles at Abi, not making eye contact.
"You do look stunning," Dan mumbles. Abi feels her cheeks her heat up.
"Well so do you, Dan," she says, "I think your golden blazer should be a daily thing."
"Moment over, asshole," Dan laughs, and he jogs out of the tour bus, Abi following him. Before she went out, she looked in the mirror and smiled a little; tonight, she played to win.
"Dan, you need to stop with the anxiety, alright?" Phil pleads, sitting at the table. "Can you please ask for more butter? This bread roll can't be complete without butter being smeared all over it."
The candle flickers with every breath that hits it, and Dan shakes his head vigorously.
"Never in my life will I ask for more butter ever again," Dan says. "You know what happened at the last place! Do you really think I would ask to get butter ever again? I practically watched my self-esteem die that night, in the arms of the waiter that very much wanted to kick me out. The nerve of those people these days. Don't they know how to keep their mouth shut -"
"Dan?" Abi hisses, kicking him from under the table. He yelps, and then turns around to see a rather annoyed waiter standing in front of their table, holding a notepad in his hand. Dan's eyes widen and his blushes intensify.
"U-Uh, hiya," he says nervously, wanting to hide in his menu for the rest of his life. The waiter clears his throat.
"Sorry if I'm being annoying, sir," - Dan scratches the back of his head nervously. "but I just wanted to ask if you are ready to order? Unless you want me to sew my mouth shut for a while..."
Dan visibly winces, but luckily, Phil jumps in with a string of words he didn't even know existed, let alone be the names of food. He ordered quickly, and Abi did the same. The guy was about to leave when Dan shyly pointed out that he needed to order. The man rolled his eyes, huffing and taking his order as well.
When he left, Dan buries his head on the table, groaning.
"Holy shit I am the worst person in the world, the guy must hate me!" Dan says, his words muffled from under his arms. Abi giggle slightly, holding it together and patting his back reassuringly.
"Oh, Dan, don't worry, it'll be alright," she says. "Maybe the waiter from the other restaurant will tell this one that you are a great customer and not a snobby, high-class, A plus twat..."
"I will hurt you so badly, Abi, and you will wish you never said that!" Dan exclaims loudly, saying it as a joke. Abi knew that - even if it did sting a little - but the reaction from other people is what bothered them more.
Dan's eyes widen when he realizes what he did, and he covers his mouth.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Abi, I didn't mean it, I promise I am not an abusive twat like your dad -"
People could be heard gasping in the background. Abi remains silent, and Phil tugs the collar of his shirt. Dan bites his lip.
"I-I mean...u-uh...," Dan stutters. Abi smiles quietly, shaking her head.
"It's fine, Dan," she says reassuringly. "I know what you mean."
Dan scrunches his face up in guilt, sneaking a glance at Phil. The black-haired boy frowns, and his eyes said it all. Dan bit his tongue from saying anything, throwing his glance to Abi and then back at him. Phil then understood, nodding, and launching into an animated conversation about the tour.
"I can't believe we are in Las Vegas again," Phil says after the awkward conversation from before passes and their food arrives. "I mean, I'm surprised we'd ever come back here again. I thought it would've gave Dan a traumatic flashback or something."
Abi laughs. "You guys did over-do it with the whole 'What Really Happened In Las Vegas' thing."
Dan swallows more of his fancy steak down and grins.
"Hey, it was true! Running from the FBI and the mafia was hard work, and it was even harder to tell the story and publish it into a physical book! I kind of hope we aren't going to get arrested again, if you know what I mean -"
"Er, Dan?" Phil says, interrupting Dan's ramble.
"And don't even get me started on Area 51 -"
People around them started to mutter amongst themselves, and Abi kicks Dan from under the seat again. He looks at her but then it clicks, and he turns around to see - to his luck - the same annoyed waiter as before.
Dan heaves a sigh. "Oh boy."
"Care to explain, sir?" the waiter asks, tapping his foot impatiently.
"I-It was a joke, s-sir," Dan tries to explain. "I-I...my friend, Phil, and I wrote a book, and one of the things we did was tell the story of what actually happened in Vegas, as I was supposed to make a video about it, but we kind of twisted the truth a bit, and -"
"Are you telling me you lied to readers and joked about confidential areas such as Area 51 and being hunted down by terrorists?"
"Yes." Abi and Phil's eyes widen. Dan stiffens. "I-I mean n-no. That isn't what it was. I didn't lie. I mean, I did lie, but in a way in which my viewers would understand! You see, I am a pretty well known YouTuber who makes sarcastic jokes..."
"May we just have the bill, please?" Phil manages to say through a smile. The waiter sucks in a breath and nods, putting on a stretched smile, and leaving to get their bill. Dan closes his eyes as he listens to Abi laugh a bit.
"Not funny, Abi," Dan says. Abi shakes her head.
"You can definitely make a video about that. Your viewers will die for that kind of content."
Dan continues to blush. Phil pats his back with a smile.
"Stay gold, ponyboy," Phil jokes.
"You actually have to stop using that sentence before I chop your head off -"
To his unfortunate luck, the words fly out of his mouth as the waiter comes back again with the bill. Dan leans back in his seat, looking at the waiter with a tired and apologetic look on his face.
"You know, I won't even try anymore," Dan says, annoyed. "Enjoy your amazing tip."
When they paid, they quickly left, and Dan smiles when the cool, summer air hits him.
"I hope I never have to go to a fancy place ever again," he says. Phil looks down, a bit guilty.
"Sorry it was such a bust," Phil mutters. Dan grins.
"Are you kidding me?" Dan says, his voice going an octave higher, wrapping Phil into a hug. "Even if you dragged me out to the end of my self esteem in a golden blazer, that was the best fucking steak I've ever had."
Abi laughs. "Well, I think there is one more place I'd like to take you."
"And where is that?" Dan asks. Phil groans, knowing the answer.
"Abi, I told you I'm not going to do it -"
"I can't believe you made me do it," Phil mutters, sipping a bit from his cocktail, loud music blaring in the background. Abi smiles, bobbing her head to the music as people around them danced in flashing lights.
"Well Dan always complains that he never goes out to any clubs, so we are all going to sacrifice a bit for our friend on his wonderful birthday," Abi says happily, sipping a bit of her own beer. Dan grins, tapping his foot to the music.
"I want to get totally hammered!" Dan exclaims over the music. "This is a place where I can be awkward without no one even listening! Plus, we have a free day tomorrow, so I'm gonna use it to suffer a wicked hangover if I have to!"
Phil smiles a bit. "I guess I can put aside my differences to get a bit drunk. Especially after what happened at the most fanciest place in Las Vegas..."
"Don't even mention it, Phil!" Dan yells over the loud music, a smile painted on her face.
Suddenly, the music changes to a familiar Muse song. Abi grins.
"Knights of Cydonia!" she exclaims. Dan hoots.
"Let's party!" he yells, pumping his fist in the air, and taking another swig of his drink. Abi raised her glass.
"To Dan, the best 25 year old out here on the dance floor tonight!" she exclaims. They all clink their glasses.
"To Dan!" they exclaim.
Now
Abi's eyes shoot open, her head pounding. She sits up, and her eyes widen.
She is naked,
in Phil's bed.
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