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After hours of driving, we finally arrived in Vegas and Doug dropped me off at my friend's house. While I was getting ready I got a text from Doug.
'we're in room 2452.'
I texted back: 'Ooo, bad luck, man! Haha, all those numbers put together is 13!:D'
His reply was 'you really believe in that? Ha, what could possibly go wrong?'
I sent: 'Yup and a lot! Haha, well, I'll see you guys in a bit! :) Thanks!'
'No problem, seeya then' I closed my phone and began to get ready. I took a shower and straightened my dark brown hair. I wore a strapless white knee-length dress with a black sash around the waist. For shoes I wore nice black pumps. I packed up a small bag of clothes for the hotel room and got a taxi over to Caesars Palace. After a couple verifications I entered the enormous villa.
"Jesus Christ…" I breathed looking at the décor. I threw my bag down by the door and walked into the gigantic main room. I looked left and right and no one was here. "Four rooms…" I debated on whether I should enter one or not. I chose one on the right. I entered and looked to my left. I squeaked and quickly turned around and faced the wall, my hands covering my face. "!" I heard a laugh a little ways behind me. "I'm so sorry Phil!" I kept apologizing. I had walked in while he was getting out of the shower. He was in towel though.
"Yeah, yeah," he laughed again. "It's fine." I heard various noises behind me like shuffling and zipping.
"No, it's not!" I insisted, "I-I should've knocked!" I began to stutter. Fuuuck.
"Listen," I heard his voice come closer. I felt him grasp my shoulders and turn me around. Thank God he was wearing pants, but he was still shirtless. "Its fine," he said smiling, "Just calm down. I'm not mad," he grinned.
"Hey, Phil?" a voice intruded. Doug walked in fixing his sleeves. He looked up. "Uhmm… Am I interrupting?" Doug looked confused and slightly frightened. Phil quickly removed his hands and turned to Doug.
"No," he defended, holding up his hands. "She just got here and I was talking to her. That's all." Doug looked skeptical. "Seriously, man?" Phil began, "If I did something with someone I wouldn't deny it, you know that. And If you walked in," He laughed "you know I wouldn't stop." Doug shook his head and sighed.
"Yeah, I know. And that kinda scares me." He turned, about to walk out. "Well, put a shirt on and get out here." He left.
"Uhmmm…" I looked down awkwardly "I'll get going…" I pointed to the door and scrambled out.
After a couple minutes Phil, now fully clothed, Doug and I walked into Stu's room. He was on the phone with Melissa. Phil walked in and held up his arms in question, looking at Stu, because he was only in his underwear. He returned the gesture. I sat down on the foot of the bed.
"Uh, what else?" He said into the receiver. "Uhmm, We met the, uh, proprietor." Annoyed, Phil flopped down on the bed and turned on the TV, slightly kicking me in the process. "What's his name? Uhm, Caesar. Palache. Yeah, like the salad." He repeated the gesture when Phil pointed to his watch. Doug took a seat in one of the chairs. "Okay, well, listen, I gotta go cuz we're gonna hit this wine tasting- Oh-okay. Wh-wh-wait! I love you! Okay, Byeeee!" He ended the call.
"I'm not even gonna say anything, it's so embarrassing." Phil muttered.
"Where's Alan?" Stu asked whilst adjusting his watch.
"He, uh, he went downstairs. Said he had to grab a few things," Doug replied.
"Good." Stu began doing awkward little flexing motions. "Because I have something to show you!" He excitedly turned around a picked up a small box. He opened it to reveal a ring. He held it out for us to see. I stood.
"Uh-oh." Doug began, reaching out to grab it. Phil's face looked astonished.
"What the hell is that?" he asked, pointing.
"What do you think it is?" Stu shot back.
"Well, if it's what I think it is, it's a big fucking mistake!" Phil exclaimed looking back and fourth from Doug and Stu.
"I'm gonna propose to Melissa at your wedding," he said to Doug. "After the ceremony." He clarified, waving his hand.
"Stuwwie, congratulation!" Doug said enthusiastically as Phil dropped the remote and threw up his hands in defeat.
"Thank you Doug!"
"That's a beautiful ring," Doug said examining it.
"Yeah, It's my grandmother's. She made it all the way through the Holocaust with that thing," Stu replied, pulling his pants on "That thing is legit."
"I don't get it- wait, have you not listened to anything I've ever said?" Phil asked incredulously, leaning back. Doug handed the ring to me. It was a very pretty ring.
"Phil. We've been dating for three years. It's time! This is how it works," Stu tried to reason.
"A: that is bullshit and B: she is a complete bitch!" Phil waved his arms around, trying to make a point.
"Hey!" Doug smacked his foot. "That's his fiancée," Doug scolded. Phil stood abruptly.
"Its true! Its true! You know its true! She beats him!" Phil declared.
"That was twice and I was out of line!" He tried to rationalize.
"And you have three scars from her!" I pointed out raising my hands in the air.
"Shes strong willed. And I respect that," Stu pathetically defended his devil of a girlfriend.
"Wow. Wow. He's in denial. Not to mention; she fucked a sailor!" Phil turned to Doug.
"Hey, he wasn't a sailor. He was a bartender on a cruise ship! You know that," Doug replied.
"Guys," Stu began, stopping spraying deodorant. "Just-I'm standing right here so I can hear everything you're saying?" I sighed.
"You are in denial," I pointed out.
"Hey guys," we all turned around and looked at Alan, who was standing awkwardly, holding a grocery bag.
