Chapter 8
"Phil, I hate elevator music so much! It's too loud." I said softly to Phil as we stood in the back of the elevator with his hands around my waist and my head on chest. He laughed and replied, "Sorry babe," with a sincere look on his face, and kissed the top of my head.
"Why can't we remember a god damn thing from last night?" Stu asked while holding a rag of ice to his bleeding mouth. "Because obviously we had a great fucking time. Why don't you just stop worrying for just one fucking minute, be proud of yourself." Phil replied.
The elevator stopped and an old lady got on. "Oh how cute. What's his name?" she asked admiring the baby, while Alan just stood there ignoring her. When Alan didn't answer I said, "Logan" and Phil said, "Ben." Then Alan snapped, "Carlos" making me laugh and Phil ask "Carlos?"
When we got to the lobby Stu went off to look for Doug, while the rest of us went to the pool. We sat down at the tables and eating the food we ordered when Alan got out attention.
"Hey guys look at this." Phil and I turned to see Alan making the baby's hand look like he was playing with himself. Phil and I laughed. "He's jacking his little weinis." We laughed harder
"Pull yourself together man." Phil said trying to stop smiling while I still giggled. Stu came waltzing up to the table then and plopped down in his seat.
"Not at the table Carlos." Alan told the baby making me start laughing again and Phil smile.
Stu come to the table with a sad look on his face. "I looked everywhere. Gym, casino, front desk, nobody's seen Doug he's not here." He said still holding that damn napkin to his mouth.
"He's fine. He's a grown man. Seriously Stu, you've got to calm down. Here have some orange juice." Phil demanded taking charge again and putting a glass of orange juice in front of Stu.
Stu sat forward and threw up a little. "I can't have orange juice right now." He said. That was so nasty, it's good that my head feel a little better and I don't whine as much as Stu.
"Okay, alright let's just track this thing. What's the last thing we remember last night?" Phil asked getting a pen and a napkin to write on.
"Alright well the first thing was we were on the roof, and we were having those shots of jaeger." Alan started making Stu gag. "Then we ate dinner at the Palm. Right?" Phil asked. "Right, and then we played craps at the Hard Rock and I think Doug was there. That sounds right." Alan finished. "No no, he definitely was."
"You guys I can't even remember how we got off the damn roof much less dinner." I threw in seeing Stu nod and say, "Yeah you know what guys I don't even remember going to dinner."
"I know, fuck. I don't think I've ever been this hung-over." Phil said and I nodded my head in agreement. "After the Hard Rock I blacked out. It was like emptiness. Hahaha!" Alan said doing his weird laugh and sometimes you can't help but to laugh at it not with it. When I did just that I saw Stu shrug and give us that 'what the fuck?' look.
"I wasn't laughing at what he said. He has a funny laugh." I explained with a smile, and Stu nodded.
"Alright we have up until ten pm, so that gives us a ten hour window when we could have lost him." Phil started getting on track.
"What is this?" Alan asked as he pulled something out of his pocket and began examining it. "Oh my god! That is my tooth. Why do you have that? What else is in your pocket?" Stu demanded as he took it from Alan's hand. Why did Alan have Stu's tooth was what I was asking myself.
"No, no this is a good thing. Everyone check your pockets, check your pockets." Phil almost yelled digging in his.
Reaching into my front pockets I pulled out a lot of quarters, photo-booth photos, and my cell phone and threw them all on the table. I opened my cell phone and looked through my photos, maybe I took some pictures of last night. There was only on and it was of Phil and me making out. "I only have a photo and some pictures from a photo-booth and Doug isn't in either." I spoke up showing the photo on my phone and saw him smiling at me.
"I have an ATM receipt from the Bellagio. Eleven oh five, for eight hundred dollars. I am so fucked!" Stu yelled the last part. I wish he would just forget about Melissa, I can't stand the bitch.
"I have a valet ticket from Caesars, looks like we got in at five fifteen am." Alan said.
"Shit. We drove last night?" Phil and I asked at the same time. Alan did his weird laugh and said, "Driving drunk, classic." Stu looked at him and copied his laugh, which in turn made me laugh and they all looked at me like I was dumb. "Oh shut the fuck up. He has a weird ass laugh. It's funny!" I shouted defending myself.
"What's on your arm?" Alan asked pointing at Phil's wrist. We all looked over to see a hospital band. "Holy fuck." Phil replied seeing it for the first time. "Jesus Phil, you were in the hospital last night." Stu said pointing out the obvious.
"I guess so, yeah." Phil still looked shocked. Mentally I was waiting for Alan to say something stupid so that it would brighten my day again. He didn't disappoint when he asked, "Are you okay?" worriedly making me chuckle.
"Yeah Alan, I'm fine." Phil snapped. "What the hell is going on?" Stu questioned. "Stu, Stu this is a good thing. We have a lead now." Phil consoled him, while I started to rub his back and telling him it was going to be okay.
"Hey Stu, look at this." Alan said getting Stu's attention and began doing the hand jerking with the baby again. "Hahaha." I could tell Stu was trying not to laugh. "You ever seen a baby do that?" Alan asked.
"Alan. Not cool." Stu said trying to stop from laughing.
We were waiting in front of the hotel when Stu asked the question that everyone was thinking. "So ah, are you sure you're qualified to be taking care of that baby?" I looked over hear his answer and I saw that Alan had his glasses on the babies face. It was so cute.
"What are you talking about? I've found a baby before." Was Alan's answer.
"You've found a baby before?" Stu and I asked together. I can't believe this. Where the hell would you find a baby, well in another situation other than this of course? "Yeah." Alan confirmed "Where?" We asked together again.
"Coffee Bean." He replied like it was obvious making Stu and me ask what, and then turned to Phil who had walked up to stand beside me. "Phil I don't think Doug would want us to take the Mercedes."
"Relax we'll be careful." Phil said handing me a coffee that I asked for. Alan continued, "But my dad is crazy about that car and he left Doug in charge," Phil cut him off loudly. "Alan. We've got bigger problems here. Doug could be in the hospital, he could be hurt. Okay? We'll worry about the car later."
"Hey if anyone gets to drive that damn car it's me! Didn't I already tell you guys this?" I questioned them making them look at me and Phil started to argue with me but Stu interrupted.
"Hey guys. Check it out." He said pointing up to a statue with a mattress stuck on it and workers trying to get it off. "Is that the mattress from Doug's room?" Alan asked what we were all wondering.
"What the fuck?" Phil walked over to a man getting ready to leave and asked, "Hey man, what's going on?" while we all continued to look up at the statue.
"Some asshole threw his bed out the window last night." He answered. "No shit?" Phil asked dazed. "Yeah, some guys just can't handle Vegas." He slammed his trunk, got in and drove off.
"It's going to be okay Stu." Phil turned to me. "How in the hell did we do that?" I shrugged my shoulders and put my glasses on my face.
We all turned when a police car pulled up in front of us thinking we were done for. Seeing a valet get out of the driver's seat and say, "Here is your car officers." I looked around thinking he was talking to someone else. Nope he was talking to us.
"Oh god." I heard Stu say miserably as I ran past him to get the front seat, yelling, "I call shotgun."
I heard Phil say, "Alright everybody act cool. Nobody say a word. Come on let's just get in and go." Stu didn't look okay with that plan at all if the look on his face was anything to go by.
Phil walked around to the driver's side and the valet was waiting for a tip. "Stu you got a five?" "No." Stu answered nervously. "I'll hit you on the way back.
Alan opened the back door to get in and hitting the baby with it making Carlos start to cry. "Oh my god." Stu said running back to Alan to check on the baby. "You just nailed the baby."
"Are my glasses okay?" Alan asked only worried about his glasses. "Your glasses are fine, Dick." Stu answered. I couldn't stop myself from laughing and neither could Phil.