A/N: While I wish I did, but I do not own the Southern Vampire Mysteries. Oh POO. I'm truly sorry this took so long I was having trouble. Love y'all. Hope you enjoy.

We were greeted at the door by Sandy, "Eric, Miss Stackhouse, how nice to see you. I do believe this is the friend Eric told us has pending nuptials. I did not catch your name."

"I'm sorry Eric didn't inform you. My name is Tristan Dame." It was pronounce dom, kind of like dominate.

Sandy smiled a little to sweetly, "Oh Miss Dame, it's a pleasure. Congratulations are in order. May I have the name of your fiancé. The king would like to set you all up in suites at our hotel as a wedding present."

I tried to keep a straight face when I heard Tristan's mind scream, "FUCK, FUCK, FUCKITY FUCK" You couldn't tell from her facial expression. "Oh, I am sorry Eric neglected to inform you. His name is Russel Jakov."

Eric turned to her, "Wow, I didn't realize he was Russian. Ah, you are the future Mrs. Jakov" He pronounced it more like Jack off. I couldn't keep a straight face on that one. Tristan Growled.

Sandy was snickered a bit, "Let me take you to the king."

We walked through the foyer. It was epitome opulence. (Two words of the day in one sentence wow.) There were paintings from what I assume are Renaissance period. She walked us to a red door. When she opened it I saw what could only be described as a throne room. There was a mural of a matador in the ring. The matador reminded me of Felipe De Castro, overly confident, cold, and slightly effeminate. Kind of like Zorro The Gay blade. Felipe was sitting on the throne Victor was standing behind him to his left.

Felipe rose to greet us, "Miss Stackhouse, how good to see you again, and under such joyous circumstances." he extended his arms for a hug. I reluctantly accepted. He kissed both of my cheeks. "Oh, Miss Dame. I was not informed you were the one getting married. You look lovely."

"Hello Felipe, it is wonderful to see you. And thank you your majesty" She did a proper curtsy. Show off was all I could think.

"Thank you for the warm welcome your majesty." I said inclining my head.

"Please it is the least I could do. Now how many suites will you require. I would not like to keep you long. From what I understand the night before the wedding is for the bachelor and bachelorette party, so I wont keep you. Everything will be comped of course. It would make me happy to help with Miss Dame's wedding."

Tristan just looked devious, "Three would be the perfect number."

"It will be done. Now I do have a meeting so Victor will show you out." with that the king left in dramatic fashion. His cape twirling as he turned. I'm just glad he didn't cover half his face as he walked away.

As Victor was walking to the door he turned to Tristan, "Miss Dame how good to see you again. Maybe tomorrow we could celebrate the consummation of your relationship to Mr. Jakov." Wow that man could drop a hint. Poor Tristan and Russel.

Tristan didn't even flinch, "Victor, that would be amazing we would love that. Thank you so much I do hope we could celebrate with his majesty."

Victor walked us all the way to the car, "Miss Dame, Miss Stackhouse, and Sheriff, it was a pleasure. Just give your names to the front desk they will be expecting you."

Eric spoke for us, "Thank you Victor. Have a wonderful evening."

We drove away. Tristan was in the back fuming. If I opened my mind to her, there were no words not even pictures, just the color red. "Eric, pull over and help me search for bugs."

When they got back in Eric turned to me, "All clear lover."

"Fuck you Eric. Telling me I wont have to sleep with who I marry. Victor practically told me he would smell my crotch himself." Tristan seethed at Eric.

Eric roared with laughter, "That was rich. I would just love to see that."

"Asshole. Lets just get to the hotel."

The drive was silent. Tristan was fuming in the back and Eric was laughing his ass of up front. When we got to the hotel Tristan stomped over to the elevators. "Guys please give me a few minutes I need to talk to Russ." We both nodded

After she left Eric turned to me, "Lover, lets get you some food."

"Okay, thanks."

We walked to the back of the casino. We entered a nautical themed restaurant. I ordered a club sandwich and Eric ordered a blood.

"So, was Victor for real? Will they actually check to see if they had sex?"

Eric thought for a moment, "Well all they will really be looking for them to smell like sex."

"Thats horrible why would he do that?"

"He knows why are you are here. If you help Quinn he will kill you all."

The rest of the meal was rather quiet. As we were getting up to leave Eric turned to me, "Lover maybe we should take this time to talk about us."

"Eric, not now I really can't deal with this. I'd like for us to date, but I'd like to keep my options open. I'm still leery of you. I know you didn't mean to hurt me, but it still happened." I couldn't look him in the eye after that.

"So, you want to see the tiger."

"Honestly Eric I don't know maybe. I would like to take things slow please. We'll talk more when this is over."

"Oh yes we will. Your friends will need to talk to you soon. Go upstairs I will meet you later." With that he walked away from me. I could feel he was hurt by what I said. I figured it best to not deal with this in Vegas.

I called Tristan she was in room 1206 with the boys. The ride up the elevator was a little unnerving what with the drunk couple in front of me practically having sex. Do all thoughts of decency leave when you come to here. James answered the door for me. The room looked like most hotel rooms a bathroom to your right, a bed two night stands a dresser and a TV. The cream gold a purple color scheme was a bit much though. There was that permanent smoke and debauchery smell to the room.

Russel was sitting on the bed, his back against the wall, his head in his hands peering through his fingers. I looked around, "Where's Tristan?" Both he and James just looked at the bathroom door . Then we heard the distinct sounds of someone loosing their lunch.

Russel lit a cigarette, "She'll be in there for a while have a seat."

I looked at him, "I'm so sorry she's upset about this I wish I hadn't brought you along. It was too dangerous."

Russel just shook his head grabed his phone and started texting. James sat down beside me, "It's not that, its the prospect of having to sleep with him. Danger she could handle. That girl has a good head in dangerous situations."

Russel piped up, "She said shut the hell up. Just because she can't talk doesn't mean she can't hear us." He turned his head. "WOMAN! Get out here. Stop being a wimp."

We heard the toilet flush and the water start. Tristan finally poked her head out. "Get ready. We're leaving soon. Call Amelia and tell her nap time is over. Once we check into The Andalusian us girls are going to have a bachelorette party. If I have to go through this I'm doing it right. You boys can do whatever you want."

James got an evil smirk, "We are so going to Sheri's Ranch in Pahrump. Man one good night of freedom." Tristan just glared. Which was hard to do with a toothbrush in your mouth.

I had to ask, "What's Sheri's Ranch?"

James looked guilty Tristan just slammed the bathroom door. Russel decided to answer, "Its a brothel. And we are not going. I don't need a whore."

"Eww thats gross. Why would you want to do something like that?" I asked looking at James.

"They have a great reputation. The girls are very clean. Its better than finding some skank at a bar." James huffed.

Amelia decided to walk in then. Thank God. "So whats this I hear about a party tonight?"

Russel actually smiled a rare treat, "Bachelor party for us boys and the Bachelorette for you girls. I bought tickets for you three to Men of X, its kind of like Chippendales only more racy. I think I want to go to The Crazy Horse, its a well known strip club. Do you think Eric or Quinn will want to join us?"

"I don't know. Why don't you call them? The only thing is that you need see if that club caters to vampires."

"They do I checked." I gave him Eric and Quinn's numbers.

The ride over to Felipe's casino was filled with James whining about not being able to get Russel laid, and a few choice phrases from Tristan about banana hammocks. Amelia and I were rolling.

Our suites were amazing. There were paintings on the walls of cliffs and the ocean. The rooms were decorated in gold and white. Everything was so plush. The comforters were down. Amelia Tristan and I decided to share a room for tonight. The three of us ran and jumped on the bed first thing.

"Okay, time to get ready we don't have much time until the show." Tristan said between giggles.

She walked into the bathroom. "Holy crap! Sookie, Amelia get in here. You have to check this shit out."

We walked into the bathroom. It was truly amazing we it was bigger than my room at home. We had two sinks a glass shower with shower heads all along one wall, the tub wasn't a bathtub it was a full size jacuzzi able to sit six comfortably.

Amelia was the first to speak, "Screw the show. Get your bathing suits we're staying in tonight. Wow this rocks."

"Alright we need to get ready. Russel bought us those tickets we need to go." Amelia and Tristan both groaned when I said that.

We quickly changed. We decided to surprise each other with our outfits. Amelia was wearing a silver flapper mini dress and black knee high boots with a five inch heel. She looked really sexy but she really didn't show that much. Tristan was another story. Her pants looked like brown English riding pants, they fit her like a second skin. Her top was a black corset over a white dress shirt. She looked like a dominatrix trying to tone it down. I had on a nice strapless a-line dress white with black pinstripes and a bow under my breasts and some peep toe black pumps.

Amelia started laughing, "We have have the innocent and the man eater I love it. But what would I be."

Tristan giggled, "The tease."

"Whatever. Lets go." You could tell Amelia didn't like that.

We walked out of the room the guys were in the hall waiting. Eric swept me into his arms, "Lover, you look stunning."

Russel grabbed Tristan, I heard him whisper. "Remember I will never share. Be safe I'll see you later." With that he gave her a passionate kiss.

Eric and I watched this exchange. We were both shocked. Eric whispered in my ear, "I could say the same for you my sweet. Be careful and stay with your friends at all times."

James grabbed Amelia, "Its seems we're left out. Lets remedy that." He leaned the back and kissed her deeply. When she stood up she looked lightheaded.

"Wow, that was interesting."

"Were you able to get a hold of Quinn?"

"Yes, he had a meeting with the king. He said he would meet us if he could." Russel said, he looked worried.

We all said our good byes and went our separate ways. We got to the show it was hilarious they ended pulling the three of us on stage. We each had a man waving their package in our faces. Amelia was jumping up and down she was so happy. Tristan had a look of disgust. Me I was about as red as a tomato.

As we walked off stage Tristan turned to us, "I may not be a lesbian, but I hate it when they wave their junk in your face. I'm going to the Crazy Horse. You two coming?"

Amelia and I nodded. When we got over to the club the first thing I noticed was the smell of smoke sex and alcohol. The boys were off in the corner each had a topless girl siting on there lap poring drinks and offering them body shots.

Tristan and Amelia shared an evil smirk. "Alright girls fallow my lead."

Tristan led us to a couch an love seat facing the boys. As soon as we sat down a girl came by to get our drink order. Tristan ordered nine kamikazes and told the girl to send over at least three dancers. She tipped the girl with a hundred.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"We're making the boys sweat." After she said that the girl came back with our drinks with Three girls in toe.

The dancers sat down with us on the couch. The blond one spoke up first, "So what brings you girls here tonight."

"It's our friend heres bachelorette party." Amelia said pointing at Tristan.

"Why are you here shouldn't you be watching one of those naked man shows?"

"We just got out of Men of X. We are here to fuck with the boys." Tristan said with a smirk.

"Oh, are they here."

"Yeah, they are the three over there. My future husband is the giving us the evil eye. Can you Three help us put on a show."

"That sounds like fun, but we do need to make money."

"I got it." Tristan then pulled out three hundreds and handed one to each of the girls. "Thats just a start. If you can get other girls to help we'd love it."

"How much do you want to spend?"

"How ever much it takes."

"Okay" she then turned to the other two dancers and said, "We need to make this good. Why don't you two take these girls to the champagne room and I'll get some other girls. We will need at least a grand though."

Tristan just grabbed a wad of cash and handed it to her. The other two grabbed our hands and paraded us right past the boys. All three of their mouths dropped. We all waved and blew kisses.

When we got into the room Tristan and Amelia started laughing. Amelia spoke up first, "Okay girls while we're in here there is no need for the bump and grind. They think were doing that, so let's just get some drinks and hang out."

The blond walked back in with three more girls. "So, I figured we'd just hang out. You girls don't look like the type for lap dances. I brought a pitcher of kamikazes."

"Right on." The nine of us ended up drinking and dancing the girls for an hour. It was like a dance club. The Girls refused to take any more money and put more clothes on so we didn't feel uncomfortable. We walked out of the room drunk as skunks. The boys were waiting.

Eric's fangs ran out, "Did you three have fun stealing our strippers?"

"Oh, yes we had fun and the girls are coming up to our room after they get off." Tristan said with the blond attached to her hip.

Eric grabbed my arm, "What the hell is going on my dear?" I could tell he was getting pissed.

"Eric sweetie calm down thats not going to happen we are just trying to get a rise out of you."

"Yeah, seriously we're too drunk. We are going back and passing out." Amelia was laughing her ass off. "I guess it worked. Lets get out of here. Cindy is really just holding Tristan up."

"No, I need more booze." Tristan slurred out.

"See we told you." Amelia and I giggled.

"You three suck. Most of the girls wouldn't talk to us after you came in." James was pouting.

Cindy spoke up, "That is not true. Between those two growling and hissing at the girls we're scared." She was pointing at Eric and Russel.

"But I was nice." James said with puppy dog eyes.

"Whatever, no offense but go back to your hotel and get some rest so those two can get married tomorrow." Then she looked right at Russel. "She's a good girl and cares about you don't fuck it up, or I'll come for you."

We hadn't told the dancers it was fake. Tristan bragged about marrying the best guy she knows. We didn't drink that much, she was faking.

When we got back to the room Tristan smiled, "That was fun thanks. Lets go to bed. Vegas is too much for me now." The three of us piled on to the bed and fell asleep.

a/n: I know I said this earlier but sorry for the wait. I know this bounced around. But I wanted to get this out of the way. I hope you enjoyed.