"Ah fuck!" I screamed, having something land on leg. "Alan! What the fuck man?" Phil said next to me. 'Oh no... We didn't' I thought as I looked down to notice I was wearing his shirt from the previous night. 'Fuck! Oh well, he is hot.' "There's a tiger in the bathroom!" Alan cried. "No there's not." A now awake Stu and myself said. "I'll go check it out." Phil said, groggily getting up. He was in nothing but his boxers and had scratch marks down his back and a hickey on his shoulder. 'Yep we had sex.' I thought. "I guess my friends went back next door?" I asked Stu before Phil came running back in, laughing. "He's not lying there's a fucking tiger in there! Beth, are you wearing my shirt?" Phil said. I nodded. "Oh my god Stu!" I said, laughing. "What? Guys, am I missing a tooth?" I nodded and Phil laughed. "I'll be back in a sec I need to change." I told the boys. "Meet for breakfast in a bit?" They nodded. "Return my shirt babe!" Phil winked. "I will. Possibly." I laughed and exited the room.
I knocked on my room door and waited for an answer. Paris groggily opened the door and invited me in. "How are you?" I said. "I'm in so much pain and Charley's missing we've looked everywhere." "So am I Paris, so am I and she wasn't upstairs. Come and meet the guys with me for food we can ask them if they've seen her?" Paris just nodded and I proceeded to my room to change. I had a short shower in which I discovered multiple hickeys on my shoulders and neck and several scratches. I hopped out, somehow unable to remove the smell of Phil cologne from my skin or remember anything from the night before. I changed into my own t-shirt, my favourite skinny jeans and my blue converse trainers. I grabbed Phil's shirt and proceeded next door to see if the boys had left.
I joined Rhiannon and Paris downstairs by the pool after handing Phil his shirt back. We all sat outside by the pool with the boys trying to work out what happened. "What can we remember?" Phil asked grabbing a pen out of his pocket. "I can remember drinking on the roof with you guys that's it." Paris said, I agreed as she vomited off to the side at the site of the orange juice, Stu had done the same. "Stu, I found your tooth!" Alan told us as he pulled up a high chair for a baby? "A baby? Where'd you find that?" Rhiannon asked. "In their room, in a cupboard." I answered for the boys as they emptied their pockets and discussed their findings. "Beth, what's on your left hand?" Paris asked. I looked down to notice a beautiful princess cute diamond ring on my ring finger. "What did I say guys? I'd accidently get married in Vegas!" I laughed. "I wonder who." I said, tapping my chin. "Wait, Phil you were in the hospital last night!" Stu exclaimed as he placed the Bellagio ticket in his pocket. "It's a lead. Let's go. Beth with me please." Phil asked so I told the girls to go back to the room to look for Charley. I went with Phil, Stu and Alan and baby Carlos to the car and wave goodbye to the girls.
The valet boy brings our car round. "Here you go officers." 'Oh shit!' "Act natural." Phil mumbled as we climbed in. "So anything new?" I asked sitting next to Phil in the car. "Not that you don't know." He told me as we pulled out and straight into traffic. The Vegas traffic was terrible, so Phil decided to drive on the sidewalk. "Attention! Attention! Please disperse! I repeat please disperse!" He announced into the intercom. "Lady in the leopard dress! You have an amazing rack!" He then said. I had the urge to slap him but ignored it when I realised we only slept together there was nothing between us. Stu sat in the back complaining about how driving a cop car on the sidewalk was illegal and that it was dangerous. I, personally found it hilarious.
We eventually arrived at the hospital and found the doctor that treated Phil. "Can you show us our charts?" I asked getting impatient with his ramblings about how we were wasted. "Yeah, Phil and Beth Wenneck." Wait what? "No Doctor you've got it wrong I'm Beth Statford, not Wenneck." I questioned him. "That's what you told me, you were all on about some wedding last night." He told me. "Well, no shit my best friends getting married tomorrow." Phil said, crossing his arms across his chest. "No a wedding you just came from, you were saying how sick it was and that you two," he said pointing at me and Phil, "were utterly in love I can see that's changed." I smacked my hand against my forehead. 'How could I be so stupid? I mean he's good looking but I'm not in love with a guy I met yesterday!' I thought as I turned to exit the room. Phil and the boys carried on talking to the doctor while I sat outside trying to cure a headache I'd developed.
The boys emerged from the room only a few minutes later, following the doctor as he went to grab the charts. I didn't bother listening just put my head against Phil's chest as the guy talked. All I heard was "the corner of fuck off and get a map." Whatever.
We left and went back to the car to find the Best Little Chapel, I rode shotgun next to Phil and the ride was chaos. The baby was crying, Stu and Alan were arguing and on top of that Phil had the sirens on. I just kept my head down and waiting for the car to park. 'Wow, stereotypical Vegas chapel' I thought to myself as we walked in. The guy, Eddie was on about something, I really wasn't listening I just wanted to find Doug and Charley then get the fuck out of Vegas.