Emily's P.O.V. ~
"I think it's a big fucking mistake." Phil says, gently moving me.
I move and he stands up.
"I'm going to propose to Melissa at your wedding. After the ceremony." Stu informs Doug.
"Dude! You can't do that!" I say, loudly.
"Stuey! Congratulations!" Doug says, happily.
"Thank you, Doug." Stu smiles before glaring at Phil and I.
Stu closes the box and puts it back in his bag.
"That's a beautiful ring." Doug says.
"Yeah. It's my grandmother's. She made it all the way through the Holocaust with that thing."
"Wait a second!" I snap. "You can't marry her!"
"Have you not listened to anything I ever said?" Phil backs me up.
"Phil, we've been dating for three years. It's time. This is how it works." Stu tries to say.
"A. that is bullshit!" Phil says.
"B. She's a complete bitch!" I chime in.
"Hey, that's his fiancée!" Doug says.
"Not yet!" I look at him.
"What? It's true! It's true! You know it's true. She beats him." Phil points out.
"She beats you?" I snap. "Phil, take me back to LA."
I turn toward the door. Phil grabs me by the waist and holds me back.
"That was twice, and I was out of line." Stu sticks up for Melissa.
"There is never a reason to be in an abusive relationship, Stuart!"
"She's strong-willed and I respect that." Stu says.
"Wow!" Phil says, still holding me. "He's in denial."
"Not to mention, she fucked a sailor." I snap.
"Hey, he wasn't a sailor." Doug says. "He was a bartender on a cruise ship. You know that."
"Like that makes it better. She still cheated on him, Doug." I sigh, putting my fingers on the bridge of my nose.
"Guys, I'm standing right here." Stu says. "So I can hear everything you're saying."
"Hey, guys. You ready to let the dogs out?" We hear from behind us.
"What?" Stu asks.
"Do what?" Phil says, letting me go to look at Alan.
"Let the dogs out. You know. Who let the dogs out? Who? Who? Who?" Alan starts singing.
"Who brought this guy?" Phil glances at Doug and I.
"Yes, Alan. We're ready to let the dogs out." Doug says, softly.
We all walk toward the door before Doug turns back around.
"Congrats." He says to Stu.
He finally gets ready and we walk out of the room. We make it to the elevator and Phil hits the button to go up. Two women walk right by Phil, but he stares at the elevator not even trying to look at them. He turns toward us and his eyebrows scrunch up. I look toward where he's looking to see Alan. He's leaning on one leg, with his hip popped out.
He has his hand on his hip and his purse on.
"You're not really wearing that, are you?" Phil asks.
"Wearing what?" Alan asks, confused.
"The man-purse. You're actually gonna wear that, or are you guys fucking with me?" Phil asks, dramatically.
"It's where I keep all my things. I get a lot of compliments on this." He says, offended. "Plus, it's not called a man-purse. It's called a satchel. Indiana Jones wears one."
"So does Joy Behar." Phil smarts off.
The elevator doors open and we all look in. There is a man, standing up from a woman's legs. He wipes his mouth and turns around.
"We're going up, guys." He says.
"Yeah, that's perfect." Phil says, walking into the elevator.
"We're going up?" Doug asks.
We follow him and I get stuck next to the man. I lean as close as I can to Phil as he pushes a button. He wraps an arm around me. As the elevator goes up, the man leans toward me.
"So, you wanna meet up later?" He asks.
"No! She's married." Phil snaps, pulling me closer.
Their floor arrives and the lady pulls him out.
"Thank god. He smelled like sweat and disappointment." Stu says, after the doors close.
"You can smell disappointment?" Alan asks, innocently.
"Yes, Alan. I can smell disappointment." Stu says, slowly.
"Do I smell like it?" Alan looks at Stu.
"No?" Stu looks at him.
"Great!"
I giggle to myself. The doors open, and Phil ushers all of us to a door that reads 'Roof. Do not enter. Employees only.'
"It's clearly marked, okay? We are definitely not supposed to be up here." Stu says, walking through the door after Phil.
"Come on, we're paying for a villa. We can do whatever we want." Phil says.
"Yeah, but…" Doug starts.
"Just wedge the door open." I say, walking toward the ladder.
Stu wedges the door open.
"Emily, you can go first." Doug says.
"You'll have to follow me." I say.
"I'll go after her." Phil smirks.
"No, Doug will." I smile at him.
"Why? Don't you trust me?" Phil chuckles.
"I don't understand." Alan says, glancing at us.
"I don't trust him to not look up my dress, at my ass." I explain.
"I won't look." Alan says, looking at me.
"I just trust Doug more." I say.
He nods and I start climbing the ladder. I see Doug climbing behind me.
"I can still look at your ass!" Phil calls up to me.
I shake my ass more as I climb, smirking to myself. We make it to the top and I look around.
"Holy shit!" I look at the view.
This view is way better than our room. I walk further onto the roof, just looking around.
"How the hell did you find this place?" Doug asks, as Phil makes it up.
"Don't worry about it." Phil smirks.
The other boys look out at the view while Alan walks to the other side.
"Look at the view up here." Stu says, smiling.
"It's amazing, isn't it?" I say, giggling.
"You happy?" Phil asks Doug.
"This is great!" He answers.
"Hey, Alan. How we doing, buddy?" Phil asks.
I turn around to see Alan pick up a glass of something.
"Good!" He says, dancing toward us.
"What do you got there, Alan?" Doug asks.
"Oooo! A little Jagermeister." Stu says.
"Oh no. Last time we had this, I threw up for three hours." I giggle, walking toward the edge of the roof, where the guys are.
Alan pours our shots, passing them out. Stu holds up his shot and smiles.
"To Doug and Tracy. May tonight be...a minor speed bump in an otherwise very long and healthy marriage." He says his speech.
"Cheers!" We all say, taking the shot.
I cough slightly and Doug rubs my back.
"Short and sweet." Phil smiles. "Alright. I wanna talk about something."
I look over at him and smile.
"I want to-" Phil is cut off by Alan.
"I'd like to...I'd like to say something that I prepared tonight." Alan pulls out a piece of paper.
Phil glances at Doug and I and we both shrug.
"Alright. Alan, go ahead." Doug smiles.
"Hello. How about that ride in? I guess that's why they call it Sin City." He chuckles, reading from his paper. "You guys might not know this, but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one-man wolf pack." He glances up at us.
I smile encouragingly. He nods slightly.
"But when my sister brought Doug home, I knew he was one of my own. And my wolf pack...it grew by one. A month later, he brought over his sister, my best friend, Emily. I knew she was one of my own too. Within one month my pack grew by two. So there were three...So there were three of us in the wolf pack. I was alone first in the pack and then Doug joined later with Emily. 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." He reads, glancing up every so often.
"Alright." Phil says, thinking he was done.
"Four of us wolves and one bitch…" I smirk. "...running around the desert together in Las Vegas, looking for strippers and cocaine." He puts his paper away. "So tonight I make a toast." He says, pulling a knife out of his pocket.
"Woah…" Stu says, along with Phil.
"What do you got there?" Doug asks, loudly.
"Alan!" I yell.
Alan then, groaning, cuts into the palm of his hand. I scream, holding onto Phil tightly.
"Dude, what the fuck?!" Phil yells, pulling me to his chest.
"What the hell are you doing?" Doug yells, stepping back, putting his hands up..
"What is that?" Stu yells.
"Blood brothers!" Alan says, happily...sorta.
The boys all back away, Phil pulling me with him.
"I'm not doing that." Phil says.
"Go ahead, Stuart." Alan holds the knife out to Stu.
"Make him stop!" Stu says, holding his hands out.
"Alan, we're not gonna cut ourselves." Doug says, softly. "Give me the knife. Slowly. Thank you."
Alan hands the knife to Doug who closes it. Doug pockets the knife as Alan licks up the blood.
"You alright? Are you okay?" Phil asks him.
"Mmhm!" Alan mumbles.
"Alan, let me see." I reach toward him.
He puts his hand out and I take it gently.
"Does he need to go to the hospital?" Stu asks.
"No, he'll be okay. Just wrap it up okay?" I look at Alan.
He nods. "Thanks, Em."
"Come on, Alan." Phil waves him back to the circle.
"Crazy." Stu chuckles.
Phil holds up his shot glass, causing the rest of us too. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and smiles.
"Alright. To a night the five us of us will never forget."
"There it is!" Stu cheers.
"Here, Here!" Phil smiles, looking at us.
We all take the shot and I cough slightly, before I smile.
"Hey, thanks guys." Doug smiles at us.
We all smile and get pulled into a group hug.
