Letting out a soft moan, I stretched as my eyes opened a little. Seeing the brightness of the room, I quickly closed them again. I was aware of the familiar throbbing that was a hangover.

Not that it would last long, I seemed to repel hangovers. I was used to be being fucked up on a regular basis.

Curling back up, I noticed I was lying down on something hard, cold, and smooth. It registered to me that I had fallen asleep on the cold marble floor. The blanket that I was currently cocooned in, however, was a nice contrast of warmth.

A low groan escaped my lips when I noticed the heaviness of something lay over my waist as it shifted beside me, tugging me closer. I smiled as my eyes begin to droop as I began drifting off to sleep once more.

Frowning, I opened my eyes again rapidly as I turned over to see a sleeping Phil lay next to me in the makeshift bed. Blinking slowly, I raised my finger and trailed it down his cheekbones as I internally tried not to panic.

The room was a fucking mess; everything was either askew or broken.

There was a makeshift swing hanging from the ceiling that I could only say looked like a sex swing, a massive stack of cards and fucking chicken clucking around.

Letting out a sigh, I just cuddled back into the warmth, not ready to start the day just yet. Something was telling me that we were going to be in big trouble.

Suddenly a scream comes from the bathroom before a terrified Alan runs out and crashes into Phil and me. I let out a groan as Alan falls across my body and knocking all of the breath out of me.

I let out a winded gasp and rolled to protect my ribs as Alan thudded to the ground when he landed next to me and frightened whimpering escaped him as he scrambled away kicking and screaming.

Phil leaned over your shoulder as he wheezed in pain. "What the fuck?" He groaned, opening his eyes to glare at Alan. "Control yourself, man" He blinked, holding a hand up. "Goddamn, will you put on some pants?".

Peered up from under my lashes, I subtly glanced at Phil and noticed he was shirtless before peeking under the duvet to see I was wearing his black shirt from last night and my own underwear.

This would have made me feel relieved if it wasn't for the dull aching coming from between my legs. Fuck.

"Guys, do not go in the bathroom," Alan yelled as he watched you and Phil from his spot on the ground.

"AI, just calm down. It's us," Phil said as I noticed him eyeing me as much as I was him. He probably caught on to what happened between the two of us. I avoided his gaze as I pulled the shirt down to cover more than it was.

"Phil, Lexi, there is a tiger in the bathroom," Alan shrieked as he got to his feet, put his arm out in my direction as if to ward me from moving towards the bathroom.

"What's going on?" Stu questions from the lounge area with a dazed expression on his face.

"There's a jungle cat in the bathroom!" Alan cries out as he holds the bottom of his t-shirt down to cover the space between his legs, leaving his ass completely hanging out.

"Okay, okay, Al. Al, I'll check it out," Phil told him as he shakily stood up from the floor; he looked as messed up as the room did. He had messed up hair, looked pale, and had dark rings underneath his eyes.

Not that I could say much, I probably looked equally as dishevelled as he did.

"Don't go in," Alan whimpered. "Don't go in, don't go in. Be careful. Don't, don't." I patted Alan's leg to try and comfort him when there was a yell behind us as Phil staggered back out of the bathroom.

"Oh! Holy fuck! He's not kidding!" Phil exclaimed, "There's a tiger in there!".

"No, there isn't," Stu called out disbelievingly, but from the roar I heard earlier, there was no reason to doubt the two men.

Phil stepped closer to me as I stared up at his red bloodshot eyes and held his hand out for me to grab. Taking the offered hand, I was pulled up only to stagger when my leg straightened.

The blue-eyed man quickly wrapped his arms around my waist to hold me upright as he walked the two of us over to the couch. Dropping down on the seat, I put my legs up on the table where Phil's eyes were instantly drawn to.

"You okay, buddy?" He asks Stu as I place my head onto his arm, where he places a kiss before freezing as if remembering what we did. After a few seconds, he relaxed and gently tapped his head to mine.

"No. I am in so much pain right now." Stu confessed as he let out a long groan; I smiled at his tousled appearance. Even after a night out with me, I had never seen Stu look so unkempt.

"Goddamn," Phil gasps as he looks around the room, surveying the damage we had obviously done to it. "Look at this place."

"I know," Stu cried out as I closed my eyes for a moment, "Phil, Lex, they have my credit card downstairs. I am so screwed," The older man whimpered as he placed his hands over his face.

He was still worried about what Melissa would say.

"How does a tiger get in the bathroom? It almost killed me." Alan grumbles to himself as he wandered around the suite.

"Hey, bro? You mind putting on some pants? I find it a little weird I have to ask twice," I snort, remembering saying those exact words to Alan yesterday at the suit/dress fitting.

Alan looked put out as he stumbled around before finding a spare sheet lying on the ground. "Pants at a time like this? I don't have any p...".

"What the fuck happened last night?" Phil groaned as he threw his arm around my shoulder as I cuddled up to him, trying to keep my mind from wondering about last night's events, not that I could remember anything.

"Hey, am I missing a tooth?" Stu asked as he showed us his teeth.

My eyes widened when I saw the gap in his normally perfect-looking teeth. "I can't... Oh, shit," Phil chuckled as we both glanced at each other, breaking out into laughter, not being able to keep serious.

Seeing our faces, he quickly picked up a silver tray and gazed into it. "Oh, my God. My lateral incisor... It's gone!" He yelled, freaking out as I gave him a sympathetic smile while Phil continued to laugh.

"It's okay. Okay, okay. Just calm down. We're fine. Everything's fine. Alan, go wake up, Doug," The blue-eyed man ordered as Alan quickly nods before running off to Doug's room. "Let's get some coffee and get the fuck out of Nevada...before housekeeping shows."

"What am I gonna tell Melissa? I lost a tooth. I have no idea how it happened," Stu whimpered, looking back at the gap in his mouth again as I snigger thinking about how much it would be to buy him a gold tooth to fill the gap.

"fuck Melissa!" I mumbled, pulling a couch cushion into my chest as I give it a little hug resisting the urge to pop off and list all the reasons why Stu should just dump the dragon and find someone who loves him for who he is.

"You're freaking me out, man. I got a massive headache, okay? Let's just calm down," Phil says, drinking from the monster can as he lets out a pained groan. I rub his back and lean my head on his shoulder.

Stu lets out a whiny sob. "How am I supposed to calm down? Look around you" I follow his movement as he motions to the destroyed room, a telltale sign that we had a fantastic night.

Not that I could remember any of it?

"Hey, guys, he's not in there" I quickly pick my head of Phil's shoulder to glance at Alan, who was still wearing the sheet around his waist. I had seen so much of his body in the last few days that I was no longer phased.

"Did you check all the rooms?" I questioned gently as the older man nodding at my words but also knowing that Doug had the ability to fall asleep in the weirdest of places when drunk.

"Yeah, I looked everywhere. Plus, his mattress is gone" His mattress? Where the hell would he have taken his mattress?

"He probably went to the pool to get something to eat. I'll just call his cell," Phil mumbled as he handed me his drink, which I was quick to finish off, as he reached into his pocket for his phone.

"I look like a nerdy hillbilly," Stu whimpers as he stares at his reflection in the metal tray as Phil and I both laugh at his expense.

"Poor baby," I teased as Stu pouts at me with a small whimper. It was amazing the type of personality changes he could go through when he was just being himself in front of his friends.

I turned towards Alan with a frown when a phone started to ring, and he picked it up to answer it. "Hello?" Phil gave me a look, and I shook my head with an exasperated sigh knowing whose phone it was.

"Alan."

"Hey."

"It's Phil" smiling at Phil's deadpan greeting, I gave Alan a small wave when he turned towards us, smiling widely.

"Oh, hey, Phi..." Alan's smile quickly dropped as in realization, and he pulled the phone away from his ear to look at it. "This is Doug's phone. This is Doug's phone."

"No shit."

Hearing a noise that internally made my ovaries shrivel up, I turned to Phil with wide eyes. "What the fuck is that?" I asked as we all ran towards the noise of the screaming baby.

Opening the closet door, I peeked in to see a tiny baby bundled up in blue as he sat in a car seat. "Whose fucking baby is that?" The baby's face screwed up as he let out another cry seeing us.

"Alan, are you sure you didn't see anyone else in the suite?" Stu questioned Alan, whose eyes hadn't left the tiny baby, as he leaned against the closet door.

"Yeah, I checked all the rooms. No one's here. Check its collar or something." I rolled my eyes at his words. Not that I like children very much, but I was still probably better than all of these guys, which is ironic considering Phil had one.

"It's not a fucking dog, Alan," I hissed, grimacing every time the baby sucked in more air just to let it back out in the form of a banshee-like screech. I can't believe people have these things willingly like they actually try to make a baby. Fascinating.

"Shh. Shh," Stu cooed at the baby, but it had no effect as it continued to cry. I pouted, feeling a slight headache coming on. Weirdly, the copious amount of alcohol anything else I took has less of a hangover effect on me than this baby did. "It's okay, baby."

"Stu, we don't have time for this. Let's go hook up with Doug; we'll deal with the baby later," Phil tried to say until Stu stared at him indignantly, even I knew we couldn't leave the baby here no matter how much I wanted to get away from it.

"Phil, we're not gonna leave a baby in the room. There's a fucking tiger in the bathroom," Stu hissed as Phil rolled his eyes at the tone, the baby continued to cry, and Alan still hadn't taken his eyes off it.

"It's not our baby," Phil complained, almost sounding like a child. How this man helped raise a good kid like Eli, I will never know.

"Yeah, I gotta side with Stu on this one. Lexi, how do we take care of a baby?" my eyes widened at Alan's words as all three men turn to glance at me questioningly.

My stuttering quickly turned to annoyed words before drifting into an anxiety-filled splutter "What you think just because I have a womb, I instantly know how to care for a booger-covered, pooping machine?".

Literally not a single motherly bone in my body.

The guys all stared unmoving as I let out a deep breath. "Wow, just wow, Lex," Phil mock whispered as he rubbed the back of my neck. "All right, fine. Okay, we'll take it with us. Could you at least just find some pants?".

Alan, Phil, and I all walked off, leaving Stu to awkwardly pick up the crying baby "was he talking to you or me?" Alan asked as his gaze travelled down to my bare legs with serious questioning.

Laughing, I ruffled his hair and watched him blush before turning to walk over to my room. "Definitely you, Alan."