A/N: HERE'S THE NEXT INSTALLMENT, HOPE YOU ENJOY IT. PLEASE CONTINUE TO REVIEW, I'D LOVE MORE FEEDBACK. I HAVE NO CLAIM ON CROSSING JORDAN, LAS VEGAS OR ELVIS PRESLEY, BUT I AM A HUGE FAN OF ALL THREE.
CHAPTER 5: JAILHOUSE ROCK
The next day was Sunday, the groups first full day in Las Vegas. The day was going to be very busy; after a complimentary breakfast, all of the guests were off on their merry way. Nigel, Dolly and Betty had to finalize the rest of the wedding plans with their coordinator, Mary. Max, Garret and Charlie has scheduled eighteen holes on the Montecito's private golf course. Jordan, Woody, Calvin and Colleen decided to spend the day with the babies, at the pool. Bug, Lily and Sidney were off to see the sights at a few museums; The Las Vegas Natural History Museum, Madame Toussaud's Wax Museum, and if time permitted, the Elvis-A-Rama Museum. That left Nana alone in casino to fend for herself, which is exactly how she wanted it.
The group met back at the casino that afternoon, for a matinee magic show they had front row seat tickets for. They were leaving the theatre just as Danny McCoy ran past them. "Hey Danny. Is everything ready for tonight?", Woody called out, trying to remain secretive, but failing miserably. "Yeah…about that Woody. Um, we have a little emergency going on here. But I promise I'll take care of it. Just give me a little time to take care of this…about an hour or two. I'll call your room when were ready.", Danny called back as he disappeared into the elevator. "So what do we do now?", Bug asked Woody as Cal and Sidney hovered closer. "I guess we wait until Danny calls us, I really didn't have a plan B.", Woody replied with a frown.
Nigel overheard the conversation and came over to the four. "Boys, boys…were you planning on throwing me a bachelor party?", he asked with a silly grin. They looked at each other with poker faces. "How thoughtful of you. But things aren't coming together as planned, huh?", he added. They all shook their heads. "Not to fear mates. The ladies will be together, throwing Dolly a little bridal shower, so I'll have the suite all to myself. We could order some room service, watch some movies, we've got this gigantic sixty inch projection tv. Maybe play some cards and party a little with a gift from my dear old Dad. Whatta you say?", Nigel asked, raising his brow as he hit Bug on the back. "I say it's on to plan B.", Woody offered with a smile.
"What exactly do you do with this.", Dolly asked, cautiously holding up two lacy pieces. The others giggled, as they lounged on plush couches and sipped on frozen tropical drinks in a semi-private room in the corner of Delinda's club, Mystique. "Well that's a teddie and those are panties. Betty haven't you taught this girl anything?", Nana piped in. The girls erupted in laughter as Betty rolled her eyes and Dolly turned a fresh shade of red.
Back at Nigel's suite the guys were just gathering. The food was ordered, the movies were picked and Nigel was just pulling out his secret weapon. "This my dear friends, is the famous Townsend brew, my Dad sent over from jolly old England.", Nigel explained, popping open the bottles of amber liquid. "Since he couldn't be here, he had bypass surgery right before Christmas, he sent a little something from back home. So drink up mates.", he added, passing out the glasses.
"This is good stuff Nige, where does your dad get it?", Max asked as Nigel filled his third glass. "Oh, he doesn't buy it Mr.C, he brews it in his basement.", Nigel chuckled. "I'm not a beer man, but I really like it.", Garret added, taking another slice of pizza. "It's an old family recipe, my great-great grandfather patented it in the mid nineteenth century. Dad owns his own brewery, but this sweet nectar can only be made in small batches, in the same basement with the same equipment used back then.", Nigel explained, filling everyone's glasses. "Well then let's make another toast. To Nigel's dad.", Cal said, raising his glass. "Yes, thank you Dad. To Spencer Townsend.", Nigel stated, just as there was a knock on the door.
"Why Ms. Marquez, what can we do for you?", Nigel smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "Yeah.", she rolled her eyes as she pushed her way inside the room. "Danny and Mike had to help Ed with…something or other. They asked if I could plan your bachelor party. And being the nice person that I am, I agreed. So I'm here to tell you, your car is waiting downstairs.", she added, turning on her heel to leave. "So Sam, how much did they have to pay you to do this?", Woody asked with a smirk, from across the room. "Oh…Woody I'm shocked.", she replied, placing her hand across her heart in mock hurt. "Five hundred.", she mumbled. "Have fun boys.", she waived, heading out of the room.
"Hit me.", Jordan said, looking at her cards on the table. Nana was teaching the girls Blackjack, she had already finished her tutorial on poker, and given her advice on the finer points of craps, roulette and baccarat. They played and partied until late in the evening, when each went back to her suite. Since the party took place in Colleen and Calvin's suite, Jordan left a sleeping Millie there instead of having to wake her up to take her back to their room. But just as Jordan slid into the plush bed, the phone rang. "Aunt Betty, no you didn't wake me. Is everything alright? You must be joking. No, I'll be right there.", she sighed, jumping out of bed and back into her clothes.
The ride, in the Montecito's luxury limousine, took place in complete silence. Betty stared out the window at the bright lights passing them by. Dolly sat quietly with her head in her hands. Lily shrugged sympathetically and Jordan shook her head. Once they got to their destination, they quickly looked for the person in charge. "I believe those belong to us .", Betty said firmly, nodding to the men in the musty cell. The ladies were then told why they were called down to the police station. "There was a bit of a public disturbance. We found them outside of a local gentleman's club. They were still singing rather loudly when we arrived. They became a little combative when we tried to quiet them and started to resist when we tried to subdue them, so we brought them in.", the sergeant explained to the four angry women.
"Thank you sergeant.", Betty replied through clenched teeth. The sergeant nodded and picked up his clipboard. "Let's see, I've got a Chester Arthur, a Woodrow Wilson, a Calvin Coolidge, two Abraham Lincoln's, a George Washington, a John Adams and.. .um…a Grover Cleveland. The scary part is three of them actually have identification to prove it.", the sergeant stated, shaking his head. "Just sign here and they're all yours.", he added handing Betty the clipboard.
"We should leave them here to rot. How could they do this? I thought they were going to stay in tonight and play cards. No, instead they get stinking drunk, end up at a seedy nightclub where they enjoy table dancing by some bimbo named Candy Cane, then end up in jail, and we have to bail them out at two in the morning.", Dolly ranted, grabbing the clipboard out of her mothers hand. Lily and Jordan passed each other shocked looks, before signing out their charges.
"Charlie, Calvin, come with me.", Betty ordered. "You two should be ashamed of yourself.", she added, pushing them through the door. "But Aunt Betty….", Cal pleaded. "Save it for your wife Calvin.", she growled. "Woody, you of all people, a sergeant detective arrested for drunken disorderly, what were you thinking?", Jordan scolded, trying hard not to look at her husbands puppy dog eyes. "Lets go Dad.", she said loudly, nudging Max.
"I've got Garret and Sidney.", Lily called to the others, taking both men by the arm. "I love you Lily.", Sidney said, trying to keep his heavy head from bobbing. "No Sidney, you owe me….two-hundred and fifty dollars to be exact.", she replied with a smirk. "What do you have to say for yourself Nigel?", Dolly asked in a very authoritative voice as she walked him and Bug back to the car. "I'm sorry Luv. It wasn't my fault. They took me somewhere very naughty.", he said innocently, before passing out on her shoulder.
