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After our little "marriage" talk with Stu, the five of us headed out of the massive hotel room and down to the elevator. Phil, leading our group, rubbed his hands together in anticipation. He punched the button, grinning in the process.

"Look at that!" he said quietly, but happily. As we all took our on spots in front of the machine, Alan walked in, being last in our group, and put one fist on his hip. He shook his head to fix his hair and stood in place, looking up proudly. Phil looked him up and down, and I laughed at the thought of Phil checking Alan out. Stu sent me a peculiar look.

"You're not really wear'n that, are you?" Phil asked incredulously. Alan turned his eyes to the taller man.

"Wear'n what?" he questioned.

"The man-purse." He pointed to it as if it wasn't obvious, "You actually gonna wear that or are you guys just fuck'n with me?" Phil laughed. Doug, Stu, and I just glanced at him.

"It's where I keep all my things," Alan began, "I get a lot of compliments on this." Bullshit. "Plus it's not a man-purse, it's called a satchel. Indiana Jones wears one," he declared, resuming his pose. Phil rolled his eyes and turned back to him.

"So does Joy Behar," he retorted. I sent him a small glare. Jesus, does he have to pitch a fit about everything?

"Ya know what Alan?" I began, "'I think it looks nice on you!" I smiled. "And I have no where to put my phone, so will you hold onto it?" I asked sweetly.

"Of course!" Alan smiled proudly. Phil opened his mouth to make another rude comment, but stopped when he saw me reach into my dress and pull my phone out of my strapless bra. He just gawked with his mouth open as I checked the time and handed it to Alan to put in his bag.

The elevator doors slid open and man with a short afro pulled his head away from his girlfriend's crotch, cracking his neck and telling us that they were going up. "Yeah, that's perfect," Phil stated while ushering us in, obviously recovered from his previous daze.


"I'm just saying: it's clearly marked, okay? We are defiantly not supposed to be up here!" Stu tried to rationalize as Phil sauntered out of the door leading to the roof.

"Aw, c'mon Stu! We're paying for a villa. I mean, we can do whatever the fuck we want," Phil claimed.

"Yeah, but-"

"Just wedge the door open," Phil interrupted. He turned and smiled, looking up, whilst grabbing a hold of a bar on the ladder. "Guys, c'mon up here," he motioned for us to follow. Stu still looked worried. I patted him on the shoulder.

"Loosen up, man," I laughed. He playfully glared at me. "Everything will be fine," I smiled, reassuringly and gestured for him to climb the ladder.

Once all of us enter the roof, we all shared our comments of the view and such.

"Alan, how we doin, buddy?" Phil asked.

"Good," he replied dancing over with glasses and a bottle.

"Uh-ohh. Litter jagermeister. Good idea!"

"Good call."

"On the roof!"

"Jesus, Alan," I murmured. Phil handed each of us our glasses and Alan poured our drinks. Stu made a small speech about Doug getting married and we all downed our shot.

"Ohhh, it's like college!" Doug claimed after all of our disgusted noises.

"Ugghh!" I shivered in repulsion. Phil wrapped and arm around me, thinking I was cold. "Why does jager always taste like black licorice?" I whined, "I hate black licorice!"

"Alright, I wanna talk about something." Phil piped up.

"I'd like ta…" Alan cut him off. "I'd like to say something… that I've prepared…" He handed his glass to Phil and opened his bag, pulling out a piece of paper.

"Alright Alan," Doug said.

"Hello," he began awkwardly. "How bout' that ride in? I guess that's why they call it sin city. Ha-ha," he faked a laugh. "You guys might not know this, but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one-man wolf pack… But when my sister brought Doug home, I knew he was one of my own. And my wolf pack... it grew by one. So there... there were two of us in the wolf pack... I was alone first in the pack, and then Doug joined in later. And six months ago, when Doug introduced me to you guys, I thought, "Wait a second, could it be?" And now I know for sure, I just added two more guys and one girl to my wolf pack. Five of us wolves, running around the desert together, in Las Vegas, looking for strippers and cocaine! So tonight, I make a toast!" He pulled out a pocket knife and flipped it open. He proceeded to slice open his palm, despite the shocked and scared comments from all of us.

"What is that?" Stu exclaimed.

"Blood brothers," Alan said determinedly.

"Alan, no!" Doug stated firmly.

"I'm not doing that!" Stu said, freaking out slightly. "Make him stop!"

"Alan, we're not gonna cut ourselves," Doug said. "Hand me the knife slowly. Thank you." Doug put the knife on the edge of the roof and walked back over.

"Are you alright? Are you okay?" Phil asked Alan.

Alan nodded, sucking on his cut. "I'm fine."

"You sure?" I asked in concern. "Need a doctor?" He shook his head.

"Alright, Alan, come in here buddy," Phil said.

"Get in here, crazy," Stu muttered.

"Alright, to a night the four of us will never forget," Phil toasted, grinning.


AN: Third chapter! Woow! :) Thanks to everyone who favorited, alerted, and reveiwed! I love you all! Sorry for it being kinda short :/