I went to Comic Con this past weekend. I was dressed as Star Butterfly from Star vs the Forces of Evil. I only saw one Gravity Falls cosplayer, someone dressed as Dipper. It wasn't a very big event (hence the cheaper price), so hopefully I'll see more at the larger convention I'm going to in May. I might even wear my Bill ballgown, depending on the weather.

As a note, I have never been to Vegas. Everything mentioned here is either by research online, or what I've seen on TV, or heard from family members who have been. I do plan on going to Las Vegas sometime in the next five years.

Thank you to the following people for your reviews on chapter twenty seven: Berrybanana05, Energy witch, Cookie Senpai, Frostbite, Female Fantasy Freak, MoonLover765, Marisol777, ImpossibleJedi4, Guest, and Firefox.

As a warning, there are a few mentions of sexual activity in this chapter, but only mentions, nothing explicit. This story is rated T/PG-13, so nothing more than what you'd see in a movie with that rating. There is also mentions of alcohol and tobacco use.

After a thirty minute wait, the hostess led Bill and Raoul to their table. It was considered one of the fancier Italian restaurants on the strip and Bill grinned all the way through the dinning room. He wondered if that's what royalty felt like on a daily basis, a privilege he only got to experience for the better part of three days.

Raoul pulled out the chair for his companion then pushed him under. Before Bill could thank him, his host snatched the napkin from the table, shook it twice, and laid it in Bill's lap. Bill smiled, his cheeks warm, as Raoul made his way to his own chair.

The waiter approached with a drink menu handing it to Raoul first then filled both of their goblets with ice water. Raoul ordered a glass of chardonnay then nodded at Bill. The blond glanced over the menu and selected a Barolo. The waiter then offered them each a menu, excused himself, and went to grab their beverages.

"A guy can get used to this," Bill said twirling the water inside the glass.

"Order anything you want," Raoul said. "I make good money, so I don't mind spoiling a special someone every once in a while."

"Oh, man, how I wish Fordsy talked like that," Bill laughed.

"Right, your boyfriend," Raoul replied with very little enthusiasm. He cleared his throat then downed half his water.

The waiter returned with their drinks and a basket of fresh rolls. Bill eagerly sipped from the glass, allowing its bittersweet flavor to dance over his tongue. The server then allowed them some extra time to look over the menus.

Bill glanced over the first page of options, nothing sparking his interest. He took a glimpse at the other man who kept his gaze on Bill. Blushing, Bill stared back down at the page, wrinkling his nose at almost every option.

"What are you getting?" Bill asked.

"Chicken Marsala," Raoul answered. "This place has the best."

Bill scanned the menu for his companion's selected item. He wrinkled his nose upon reading the description. "Mushrooms aren't my thing," he replied.

"Then perhaps you'll prefer steak," he suggested. "They have the-"

"I don't like steak either," Bill interrupted.

"Well, there's a good selection of soups," said Raoul. He opened his mouth to list off the choices when he saw Bill shake his head. He chuckled at the golden curls waving about his face.

"No soup," Bill stated. He smacked his hand on the table. "I had my mouth wired shut for three weeks and all I had to eat was soup." He crossed his arms. "I will never taste a drop of soup again."

"Alright, no soup," Raoul said with a laugh. He turned the page. "What about spinach-"

"Yuck," Bill said.

"Or the lamb..."

"Nope," Bill replied with a shake of his head.

"Oh, how about...oh, that's right, you don't like mushrooms," Raoul said. He tapped his chin. "How do you feel about fish and artichokes?"

Bill tossed his head left and right as he pondered the option. "I think I'll pass," he finally decided.

"Mussels?" Raoul asked, already knowing the answer.

"That word alone sounds the opposite of appetizing," Bill replied. Gold eyes glanced over the menu. Upon finding an entree he knew he'd like he smiled. "I think I'll have cheese lasagna."

Bill looked over to see Raoul laughing with his hand covering his mouth.

"I know, I'm the pickiest eater you ever met," Bill groaned, his arms up in the air.

"Perhaps," Raoul said. Two more laughs escaped and he cleared his throat. "But it's charming."

Bill giggled. He grabbed a roll and tore it in two. The steam lifted to his face, allowing his nostrils to take in the delectable aroma. He took a bite and smiled which made Raoul's smile increase.

"You know, Sixer doesn't find it cute," Bill said, his mouth halfway full of bread. "He thinks it's annoying."

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you with someone who finds fault in everything you do?" Raoul asked.

Bill opened his mouth, but quickly shut it. He pondered the question for a moment.

"I don't know, I guess 'cause he loves me as stupid as that sounds," Bill answered. "And I love him. I swore I never would, but things rarely go my way." He finished the rest of his wine. "Oh, I'm gonna need another one of these."

"Go ahead," Raoul said.

Bill crossed his arms. "Stupid Sixer makin' me love him," Bill grumbled.

The waiter stopped by their table to refill their water goblets and take their orders. As soon as everything was written on the notepad he excused himself again with a slight bow and made his exit.

"Can I ask you something, Raoul?" Bill asked. He held the wine glass in his hand. He twirled the red liquid inside then took a long sip. "Why are you so interested in me? You don't even know me."

"That's why I wanted to get to know you," Raoul replied. He folded his hands under his chin. "When I first saw you I got this strange feeling that you were different. I don't know what it is, something in your eyes. You just enchanted me."

Bill laughed. In his head he thought: if only you knew.

The dark-haired man grabbed a roll out of the basket. "Then I heard you talk and laugh, and your enthusiasm." He laughed. "I know it's dumb, but I fell in love."

"Really?" Bill asked, lifting a brow. His smile formed into a sly grin. "Or do you just wanna get in my pants?"

Raoul chuckled. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't," he answered. His arm reached across the table and his smooth hands took hold of Bill's.

Bill let his fingers curl over Raoul's.

"What if I told you Sixer and I haven't had sex in almost a month?" Bill revealed.

Raoul's eyes widened. "He has someone like you and he doesn't appreciate it?"

Bill shrugged. "I don't know," he said. His pinky finger stroked the side of Raoul's hand. "I'm trying, but he keeps making excuses. Even on his birthday. He was all ready until...well, something came up and ruined the mood."

Raoul tightened his hold on Bill's hand. "If you were mine," he said. He waited until Bill's eyes were lined with his before he continued. "I'd never neglect you. I'd make sure all of your needs were met. I'll shower you with gifts and affection. You'll only shed tears of joy."

They were forced to let go as the waiter returned with their food. The plates were placed in front of the correct diner and both picked up their silverware.

Bill dropped his fork and looked down at the hand that had recently been grasped by the stranger before him. He folded both hands on the edge of the table.

"Maybe you should know what I am before you go and make those kinds of promises," Bill suggested. He grinned then added, "You might not like what you find."

Raoul cut into his entree. "Are you telling me you have a criminal past, or something?"

Bill chuckled. "Oh, something like that," he answered.

The chicken pushed into his mouth, Raoul chewed while he stared at the man in front of him.

"What did you do?" He asked. "Embezzlement? Fraud? Theft? Perhaps murder?"

Bill glared at the smirk on the other man's face. His eyes narrowed at the thought of the human considering this some kind of joke.

He poked at the lasagna a few times, suddenly no longer hungry.

"Hey, I didn't mean to offend you," Raoul said. He took a long sip of his drink then reached across the table for Bill. The latter folded his hands in his lap to avoid the former's touch.

"I know you didn't," Bill said. He stabbed his fork into his meal. When he pulled it back out ricotta cheese stuck to the prongs. He brought the metal to his mouth and that one taste tempted him to at least take a few bites. Bill ate the entire lasagna.

As soon as they finished, Stan and Stacy laid on their backs in the bed inside Stan's hotel room. He smiled up at the ceiling with his arms folded beneath his head. Stacy scooted closer. She wrapped her arms around Stan's naked torso and nuzzled against his chest.

Without the glasses he glanced down at the blurred image of the sandy-haired woman who proved to be the best company he'd had in a long time. He stroked her back causing her to smile.

"I'm so happy I decided to come on this trip," Stacy said. "You're the funniest man I ever met. And generous."

Stan shrugged. He thought over how he had bought her three drinks after they left the casino. While at the nightclub he proved to her that age meant nothing as he danced to songs from his younger years for over an hour. The divorced woman of six years laughed the hardest she had even before her twenty year marriage ended.

Afterwards they had walked by a jewelry store. Stacy had pointed to a bracelet and necklace set she liked. It took her by surprise when Stan walked into the store and purchased both with the two grand he won during craps. Too speechless to properly thank him, Stacy let him adorn her with the jewels and then they walked on together.

"Yeah, it was a spur of the moment thing for me," Stan said. He wrapped his immense arm tighter around her. She curled her fingers through his chest hair. "I just got outta messy engagement. What a mistake she was."

Stacy laughed if just to hide the awkwardness. She only gave Stan vague details of her previous relationship, and in hindsight wondered if it made her sound desperate for affection. Her smile faded as she now wondered if perhaps the man by her side was not as great as thought a mere two minutes prior.

"You know what!" Stan exclaimed. He sat up so quick it startled the woman causing her to fall down on the mattress and mess of sheets. Stan pumped his fist. "I just picked the wrong one." He turned to the other person in the bed with a huge smile. "How 'bout we get hitched!"

"Wha-what?" Stacy cried.

"Yeah, I mean we like each other and we're here where there's a weddin' chapel on every block," Stan cheered looking straight ahead. "So let's not waste anymore time bein' sad." He smiled at Stacy. "So whattaya say, Susan?"

"Stacy," she corrected as she sat up. "That's the third time you called me Susan."

"Ugh," Stan groaned. "I keep sayin' that weird-eyed broad's name." He slid his hand down his face. "I'm sorry, Stace, I really am." He cupped her face in his hand. "But I want to get your name stuck in my head."

Stacy smiled. She placed her hand on the outside of Stan's much larger one. Stan lifted her face to give her a long kiss. Her eyelashes fluttered when their lips parted.

"So it's settled then?" Stan said. "Tomorrow night! We'll have to get marriage license."

"We'll need witnesses," Stacy said trying her best to shut off her brain that warned her this was a mistake.

"My brother and his boy toy are here with me," Stan replied. "They can sign a piece of paper."

"I...I don't have a dress," Stacy said as Stan stood.

He wrapped a robe around himself and put on his glasses.

"We'll get somethin' in the morning, doll," Stan responded as he snatched up the keycard from the table. "I'll be back in a few. I'm gonna go downstairs and get a brochure on wedding chapels."

Stacy sat in the bed staring at the door Stan just exited. She looked down at her bare ring finger. Just as she was just getting used to not wearing a wedding band where one had sat for two decades. On the nightstand by her side of the bed where her clothes rested on the floor just below sat the recently purchased necklace and bracelet.

She wrapped the blankets around her nude skin. Stan had been her best offer in years. She did like him and perhaps in time she'd come to love him.

Bill and Raoul left the restaurant just as it readied to close. Bill stretched his arms over his head, his belly full and having consumed three glasses of wine. Raoul offered to pay for the entire ticket and Bill didn't even try to stop him.

As soon as they were far enough away from the entrance Raoul pulled out a cigarette. He cupped his hand around the stick as he lit it. He glanced over at Bill then offered him a spare. Just as Bill inserted the cigarette into his mouth, Raoul gripped his shoulder and leaned in so that the edge of his lit Bill's.

Bill inhaled and instantly pulled the drug from his mouth as he violently coughed. Raoul laughed with his hand covering his mouth.

"Don't inhale all the way," Raoul said.

Bill looked up at him with watery eyes. He nodded and coughed a few more times. Raoul gently patted him on the back then led him to a water fountain. Bill held the cigarette away from him as he greedily sipped from the fountain. His long hairs dipped in the bowl, lightly dampening them.

The two walked down the strip taking long drags from their cigarettes. Bill's throat still stung from his initial mistake. After halfway finishing Bill snuffed the cigarette out and stood by the ashtray for Raoul to finish. He elected to end his smoke break prematurely. He reached into his pocket and sprayed the cologne on himself to rid his clothes of the smell.

They walked for a while, just chatting and getting to know some interesting stories about the other. Raoul finished his story on how he got kicked out of college for cheating when he ceased speaking and held out his hand for Bill to stop.

"How long has it been since you were last here?" Raoul asked.

"Thirty years," Bill answered. "I came here with Sixer and his friend Fiddlebrains."

"Thirty years?" Raoul questioned. Bill confirmed with a nod. A shiver shot through Raoul's body. "Just how old are you?"

"I don't think you'd believe me if I told you," Bill answered with a smirk.

Raoul smiled, although Bill caught the falter in the corners of his lips.

"Are you always full of this many surprises?" Raoul asked as he waited for the show to begin.

Bill laughed. He smirked at the other man. "Oh, we haven't even begun."

Raoul's stomach swelled.

Nonetheless, the dealer pointed straight ahead. They were across the lake from the Bellagio hotel. Bill jumped when the lit fountains shot upwards. He straightened his posture and watched the water dance in patterns with wide eyes and a huge smile.

A crowd formed around them taking photos and videos on their smartphones. Bill wished Ford was there with him to watch. He knew the twins would have enjoyed it as well had they been allowed to come on the trip with them. He glanced over at Raoul to see him watching his reaction instead of the actual show.

Realizing he was caught, Raoul averted his gaze from Bill and stared at the water show as if he had not seen it a thousand times since his arrival in Vegas ten years prior.

"That's cool," Bill said. He moved closer to the railing. "But I think the people in the dimension of Xerlath did it better." He laughed then added, "They used the blood of their enem..." Bill trailed off when he realized where he was and to whom he spoke.

Slowly he turned his head to see a mix of confusion and horror on Raoul's face.

Bill coughed into his hand. "Boy, all these drinks tonight made me confuse that movie with reality."

Despite knowing Bill's story was a lie, Raoul chose to believe it if just to rid the awkward air.

The water show ended and Bill stared across the lake at the hotel a little longer. Raoul moved closer to him. Bill watched as the other man grabbed hold of the metal railing.

"Look, Raoul," Bill said with a sigh. "You're a great guy. Hell of a lot more romantic than Fordsy." He paused and gave the other man full eye contact and a sad smile. "But I don't think we're gonna work out."

"To be honest, I was thinking the same thing," Raoul said.

"It's nothing you did," said Bill. Bill dangled his arms over the railing and leaned over them. "This stupid heart of mine keeps reminding me Sixer's waiting for me to come back." He grinned at Raoul. "Otherwise I'd be up for a one night stand."

"I'm down for one night," Raoul said. He held out his hand. "Like you said, a full relationship would never work with us, but...but I can give you one good night. One we'll never forget."

"Oh, I want to. You don't even know how much I want to...but I can't," Bill replied.

"You sure?" Raoul asked. He turned to give Bill a good look at what he gave up. "You don't know what you're missing out on."

"Oh, I do," Bill replied. "And it's a tempting offer." He put his hands on Raoul's chest. "But it'll just break poor Fordsy's fragile, human heart."

"Maybe you shouldn't drink," Raoul hummed, hoping it was just the alcohol that brought on Bill's strange choice in words, and the man touching him wasn't truly insane.

Bill laughed. He pulled Raoul in for a hug. The action shocked the human initially, but he returned the smaller man's gesture. Bill inhaled Raoul's scent just to keep a memory of a good night. The two parted. Bill ran a hand through his hair just for the curl to fall back in place.

"Oh, and to answer your question," Bill said. "Yes to everything, but embezzlement."

With that he waved to the wide-eyed man who had been his host for the evening.

Raoul watched him leave. A part of him wondered if he made the best or worst decision of his life. He turned away with a chuckle, definitely a good choice, he had already had his fair share of crazy ex-lovers. One thing was for sure, he'd remember that night for a long time.

It was a little after two when Bill quietly entered the room. He shut the door behind him then went into the bathroom to get himself ready for the night. The discarded clothes that most likely reeked of cigarettes were stuffed in a bag. Ten minutes later he tiptoed back to the bed.

Bill smiled at the sight of Ford sleeping. He knelt down next to the vulnerable human and kissed him on the cheek before climbing into the other side of the bed. Bill threw his arm around Ford and snuggled close to his form.

Ford stirred. Bill's soft breaths blew the hairs behind his ear, tickling the lobes. Ford turned on his side to face the grinning face of his boyfriend. The left hand grabbed the glasses from the nightstand and put them on his face. He took a glimpse at the clock by the TV.

"You're just now getting back?" Ford asked groggily.

"I had some fun, but now I'm back where I want to be," Bill said. He nuzzled his cheek against Ford's chest. "Your arms."

Ford pushed the curl out of Bill's face only for it to fall back in place.

"I love you, Sixer," Bill whispered.

Ford smiled and pressed his lips against Bill's.

"You've been drinking," Ford said.

"Sure have," Bill answered. While the hint of alcohol remained, he was grateful the mint toothpaste overpowered the taste of cigarettes. He kissed Ford again. "I love you," he repeated.

"I have missed you," Ford said. He stroked Bill's cheek making the blond man giggle. He sat up and threw the covers from him. "Let me go to the bathroom and then I have to fulfill a promise I made you."

Bill squealed and clapped his hands. He could barely hide the jitters as he waited for Ford to come back to bed. The bathroom light shut off and Ford returned as promised. He took Bill in his arms then attacked his mouth with his.

"I'm sorry," he said when their kiss broke. "I know I've been busy lately." They kissed again. "And there's been a lot of craziness." A deeper, longer kiss. "But I never meant to neglect you."

"Sixer," Bill said when their lips parted again. "Stop talking."

Ford nodded and let his actions speak for him. He only hoped the noise wouldn't wake his brother next door. With a grin Bill suggested that they wake Stanley.

The next morning Mabel left the Ramirez house after a large breakfast. Abuelita insisted that the kids eat until full, but Mabel patted her belly and announced she needed to be able to walk. Soos offered to drive which she declined, not wanting him to know where she headed.

Dipper narrowed his eyes already suspicious that whatever his sister had in mind included interfering with Stan and Susan's broken relationship. He stared into his glass of milk and wondered if perhaps his twin was correct. He pushed the thoughts from his mind, downing the rest of the beverage. He had told her before not to meddle in people's love lives, but she had yet to learn her lesson.

The girl boarded the bus that led her into town. She thanked the driver as she stepped off at the stop closest to Greasy's Diner. A few blocks later the restaurant came into view. She pushed open the door to see the place nearly deserted for nine in the morning. Just ahead the desired waitress stood in conversation with another elderly woman.

Mabel skipped up to Lazy Susan. The other woman stared down her pointed nose at the teenager. A half full coffee pot in one hand Lazy Susan turned to greet the girl.

"Susan Wentworth!" Mabel exclaimed. "Just the person I wanted to see."

"Hey, Mabel, are you here for breakfast?" She pointed with the free hand to the empty booths. "Grab a seat and I'll be right with you."

"Oh no, Susan, we're here to talk about your future," Mabel replied.

Susan sighed. "Look, Mabel, it's sweet of you, but me and your uncle are done."

"But why?" Mabel asked, raising her arms. "Grunkle Stan loves you, you have to know that."

"There's more to a marriage than just love, sweetheart," Susan said with a sad smile. "He told me before we weren't a good match and it took me a while to realize, but well, he's right."

"He...he didn't mean it," Mabel argued. She took Susan's hand and dragged her into a chair in the adjacent booth. "You shoulda saw how upset he was after he left your house."

"How did you-"

"I was in the backseat," Mabel confessed. "He was so upset he had to take a vacation to get over the pain."

Susan could only stare. She closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

"See, he's suffering without you," Mabel said.

"Oh, Stan," Susan whispered.

"Little girl, this is none of your business," the other woman said. She stood and Mabel took her in. Thin with clean and curled, white hair. She dressed dapper with a string of pearls around her neck and one in each ear. "If he's anything like you, barging in and interrupting civilized people's conversations, then I think it's wise that Susan leave him."

"Marjorie," Susan said, standing with her hands up before it escalated any further. "This is Mabel, Stan's great-niece." She smiled at Mabel then looked back up at her long-time friend. "She's staying with Stan over the summer."

"Oh?" Marjorie asked. She grinned at the brunette and Mabel caught a wicked glimmer in her eye. "And why did your uncle go off on a vacation while you are under his care?"

"He-he left me with a trusted friend," Mabel replied.

"Of course he did," Marjorie replied. She turned her attention to Susan. "Not very responsible if I do say so." She scowled at Mabel once more. "A young girl out without supervision." She held her arm out towards Mabel. "How can he be keeping her out of trouble if he doesn't know where she is?"

Mabel clenched her fists. She looked over at Susan who stared down biting her bottom lip.

Marjorie continued, "On top of the stealing and fraud." She shook her head. "Can't keep her out of trouble if he's keeping himself in."

"Don't talk about my uncle that way!" Mabel yelled, gathering attention from the two other patrons in the diner.

The standing woman put her hands on her hips. "Rude little girl talking to her elders in such a manner," she said, sneering at the brunette. "What a disgrace."

Mabel's face lit up.

Marjorie scoffed, her attention back on Susan. "He couldn't even get you a proper engagement ring." Her face and tone hardened, "You deserve better, Susan," she said. She threw a few dollar bills on the table then went to the front to pay her check.

Mabel glared at the woman as she made her exit and walked to her car. She then turned to Susan who discreetly wiped away a tear. However, Mabel heard the sniffle as the older female picked up the tip and stuffed it into her pocket.

The waitress cleared away the plates then hurried into the back. Mabel never let an employee's only sign bar her before. She pushed it back and waved at the cook who once let her tamper with Robbie and Tambry's fries. Susan threw the dirty dishes into the sink then leaned her head against the wall. Mabel stood listening to the woman weep.

"Come on, Susan, it's okay," Mabel said.

"No, it's not," Susan replied. "I do love him." She laughed despite the tears falling. "I know it makes no sense. He's a crook and a brute, but I can't stop loving him." She gripped at the sides of her head with her false red nails.

"Well then tell him," Mabel replied.

Susan shook her head. She stood and wiped away the tears, smearing her mascara.

"It's not that simple, sweetheart," she said. The waitress used the bottom of a large silver pot to act as a mirror. She fixed her makeup as best as possible. She turned to Mabel. "I love him, but I can't marry him." As an afterthought she added, "At least not now."

"Okay," Mabel said. Susan grabbed a pot of fresh coffee and headed for the door with Mabel in tow. "Okay," the girl continued. "There's no rush. Just give it some thought. Don't throw it all way just yet."

Susan thought as she refilled a customer's mug. He pulled away and added the creamers while Susan just stared absently out the window. She smiled and turned to Mabel.

"Maybe you're right," she said to the girl.

"Grunkle Stan might be hard to love, but he loves more than anyone else I know," Mabel said. She nudged Susan in the ribs. "If you're somebody he chooses to love, you're lucky."

Susan replied, "You got a point." She patted the girl on the head. "You ever thought about bein' a marriage counselor?"

"Oh, all the time," Mabel answered with a confident nod.

"I find it weird Stanley didn't take you two with him," Susan said. "Where'd he go?"

"Vegas," Mabel responded. "And Grunkle Ford and Bill. Dipper was mad he didn't get to go."

"So you two kids are by yourselves?" Susan asked.

Mabel shook her head. "We're staying with Soos and his grandma."

From over in the corner a red-haired woman sipped her coffee as she pretended to read the newspaper. She glanced over the edge of the paper to see Mabel blabbing on about something to Susan. Her lips curved upwards.

Only one member of the Pines family I haven't talked to yet, she thought to herself. Perhaps today would be a good day to do so.

More than anything it surprised Ford that he slept until noon. He was awaken by the housekeeping staff which Bill postponed their services for another hour.

Bill had been up since nine regretting his alcohol intake the night prior. Thankfully it wasn't hard to find a pharmacy that stocked the pills he needed to battle the headache. Once the dry heaves began he popped the pills with a glass of water, hoping he'd keep them down. Afterwards he took an hour and a half nap and woke feeling better.

Bill jumped on the bed startling Ford. The smaller man engulfed Ford in a tight embrace, both reminded of their moment of passion much earlier that morning. Bill tried to persuade Ford to have another go, but Ford replied that they wasted enough time already.

Bill threw himself on the bed and writhed in the sheets, whining and complaining. Every few moments he glanced in Ford's direction to see him either unamused, or not even looking.

"I can't, Bill," Ford retorted. "There's a black jack tournament at two I need to get to. I'll probably have to register." He rubbed at his head. "I wish I hadn't slept so long."

The blond sat up. "Oh, that's right. A grand prize of four thousand." He poked Ford in the side earning an involuntary giggle. "You can use that money." He poked Ford three more times.

"Cut it out," Ford cried in between laughs. He swatted his boyfriend's hands away. With a grin he wiggled his fingers. "I'll retaliate and I know your most sensitive spots."

Bill squeaked and wrapped his arms around himself.

"That's what I thought," Ford said. He quickly dressed not having time for a shower.

Ten minutes later the two made their way to the lobby of their hotel. The tournament was to be hosted three hotels down requiring them a good walk.

Just as they made their way to the lobby Stan called them over. Both turned to see the other man in their party waving with a huge smile on his face.

"Looks like we weren't the only ones who had a good time," Bill said making his boyfriend blush.

Stan stopped to catch his breath. A few seconds later he stared up at his brother.

"Good thing I caught ya," Stan said still somewhat out of breath. "I'mma need ya both tonight."

Ford grimaced as he thought over what his brother could possibly have in mind. Even back in childhood whenever Stan made plans there was an element of trouble involved.

"I hope you got a good suit on ya, Poindexter, 'cause I'mma need you for my best man," Stan revealed.

Both Ford and Bill stared speechless.

"Could you repeat that?" Ford asked.

"Yeah, me and Stacy are gettin' married and we need two witnesses," Stan explained. He clapped both of the other men on the shoulders. "That's where you two come in."

Oh boy. So much happened in this chapter. I hope you all found it exciting and/or liked it.

I didn't have a particular restaurant in mind when designing the one Bill and Raoul went to. Therefore you can imagine a real restaurant in Vegas that fits that description.

Oh! A special shout in the next chapter will go out to whoever guesses the cartoon character I based Marjorie's appearance on. Here's a hint, she's a Disney XD character.