Disclaimer: I don't own the Hangover or its characters. This is fan made.

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What had Jason meant? She didn't understand, did she agree to meeting him that morning but since she had no memory of agreeing she left? The memory of waking up in the lobby with Phil's shirt and wallet, and after Jade confirmed she left to get food, it confused her as why she would have left, unless it to meet Jason. Glancing over, Phil continued to lay there peaceful without a care as Jess sat the phone down on the table. She lightly touched his chin before giving him a soft kiss. Standing once more, she grabbed a clean pair of shorts and loose shirt, dressing herself once more. A hard knock came to the door some thirty minutes later. Stu poked his inside with a slight worried expression.

"Jess," he asked waving his hands. "Wake him up. We need to get this tiger out!"

Jess nodded and tried to nudge Phil awake. It was difficult to wake him up. Slowly his eyes opened and apparently the sight of the dressed girl on his lap caused him to groan.

"Why are you dressed?" he asked with a smirk. Jess crossed her arms and lightly kissed him.

"We need to go deal with the tiger," she smartly said.

"I wanna deal with you," he smiled getting up and grabbing for her hand. "Besides fuck those guys."

Jess stopped him a moment and held his hand a moment longer. "Phil?"

Phil turned around in concern as she stared at his wedding ring. Cupping her face, she looked up at him with worry crossing her face. There was a small tear trying to escape as she stared at his hands.

"Jess? What's wrong?" he asked sitting up suddenly.

"Did … we…. Did we cross that line?" she asked him finally looking into his eyes. Blue examined at blue, and something softened in them both. Phil hugged her deeply and shook his head.

"No. We crossed that line a long time ago. I love you so much. I just wish I had known it earlier. Come on, I'll get us through this." He offered her another kiss and wiped her tears away. "Let's deal with this damn tiger."

They walked out to meet Alan and Stu who had a luggage carrier near the bathroom door.

"Okay, how are we doing this?" asked Jess judging that the tiger was over her weight limit on lifting.

"Alright, come on guys!" instructed Phil to Alan and Stu. While the guys struggled to get the tiger on the carrier, Jess was in charge in keeping the carrier from moving around on them. After twenty full minutes of trying to get the tiger on it, they managed to get it covered, and walked their way to the door.

"By the way, we're all gonna die," muttered Stu as they slowly made their way out of the suite. Jess had gone ahead to get the car ready. She handed the claim ticket to the valet who brought her car within 5 minutes. Thanking him and handing him another ten-dollar bill, she pulled everything she could out of the backseat and placed it in the trunk. The guys showed up a bit later as she closed the trunk.

"There. It's empty in the back," she instructed.

Struggling again with putting the tiger in the back seat, Jess crossed her arms and worried were everyone would sit. "Who's driving?" she asked quietly.

Phil took the keys from her and motioned for Stu to take the center most area in the front. Alan took the passenger seat while Jess crawled in after Stu to sit on his and Alan's laps.

"This is so illegal," she muttered as Stu shifted around trying to get settled comfortably.

"Just sit down," Stu mumbled. "Watch it. Do you have to jab me with your heel?"

"I'm sorry," she apologized.

"Jess you smell wonderful," said Alan touching her hair. "Is that peach apricot scented?" He smiled at Jess, then Stu and Phil. His smile became a frown as he saw the confused looks on his companion's faces. "What?"

"Don't touch me," she muttered as she sat firmly squeezed beside Stu and Alan, dreading every moment to come. Phil drove around for an hour without realizing where they needed to go exactly to find Tyson's home. Jess felt her phone go off in her back pocket. Pulling it out, she groaned seeing its caller.

"What the fuck?! I've tried calling you all day and all I get is your voicemail! What is going on Jess?" screamed Carol from the ear speaker. Stu and Alan looked at her with concern as Carol spoke, but Phil only frowned.

"We are really busy right now. We have to take back this stuffed animal I bought. Wrong kind," she lied quickly watching Phil's eyes follow to her a moment at the stop light.

"I don't care about a stuffy you're getting— You know you never told me about that photo with Phil!"

Jess looked at Phil and it seemed like he gulped with his eyes darting at her for answers. He urged for to hang up the phone with points at the tigers behind them all.

"We are really busy. Can I call you tomorrow before the wedding? I don't think I'll have time later. We want to get a nice –" started Jess knowing Phil wanted to keep everything quiet between the four of them about Vegas. They still needed to find Doug!

"Have you slept with Mr. Wenneck!?" interrupted Carol. All the guys stared at Jess; her face turned a deep cherry red as she shrunk into her spot. Phil blushed but turned his attention back to the driving. Stu looked between Phil and Jess trying to ignore the awkward situation. Alan was staring out the window without a care.

"CAROL!" she screamed into it. "NO! I didn't sleep with him! That's against so many rules and like – Carol, get your head out of his fucking clouds! Goodbye!"

The guys looked at Jess proudly at her words, but Stu had leaned into Phil hoping to divert any incoming screams as far away as possible. Alan threw himself into his seat and nearly was hit in the face with her flying hand.

"Jess, I didn't mean— I was just teasing—" she began but Jess snapped in retort, clearly very pissed off.

"No, Carol, you did mean it. You have pestered me all week about my trip to Vegas with Phil," she said feeling the bile rising in her stomach… She had to lie to cover her ass as well as Phil's. His eyes darted between the lights and Jess as Carol continued to argue with her.

"Jess," he warned as they rounded a corner.

"Get over yourself!" Jess finally said, snapping her phone shut before Carol could voice another comment about her and Phil. After a few moments, Alan spoke up.

"Hey, guys, when's the next Hailey's comet?" he asked out of curiously. Had he not been listening to the previous few minutes as Jess yelled at her friend? No one wanted to talk after that exchange.

"Who cares, man?" stated Phil.

"Do you know, Stu?"

"I don't think it's for, like, another 60 years or something," replied Stu, giving him a mournful look.

"But it's not tonight, right?"

"No, I don't think so."

"But you don't know for sure?"

"No."

Jess managed to avoid commenting by watching the passing light poles. Phil kept a firm grip on the steering wheel. He was always so nervous about driving in tunnel, she remembered.

"I got this cousin Marcus who saw one. He said it blew his mind. I wanna make sure I never, ever miss out on a Halley's Comet. So, if you guys know if there's gonna be one..."

Jess turned to see what the rustling was and she screamed as the tiger raised its head, yawning loudly. They all screamed while weaving through the road. The tiger rose a paw and slashed across Phil's shoulder making him jerk back with the retraction. The car side swiped a bus that was in the next lane. Phil slammed his foot on the break, throwing the car into neutral and kicked the door open. He rolled out of the car with hurry. Stu followed him as Alan pushed Jess off his lap and bolted out of the door. Jess crawled out as fast she could before the tiger ate her hand as she exited. Alan slammed the door close, followed by Phil on the other side.

"Stu! Stu, it got me! Stu!" shrieked Phil, holding his neck. There were three claw marks on his neck from where the tiger got him.

"You got clawed! You're bleeding!" screamed Stu observing Phil.

"Oh. I'm panicking! Oh, my God!" cried out Alan as the tiger thrashed about in the Mercedes.

"Okay. Okay, okay," muttered Phil as the tiger punched out the windows. There was glass everywhere and they simply watched and wondered with amazement.

"Phil! What do we do?" asked Jess looking at him for the answer. For once he seemed out of ideas.

They had resorted to pushing it and this was no easy task. The guys were pushing it while Jess walked behind them. She was busying on give them the remaining directions from the phone. It was price they paid for playing rock, paper, and scissors.

Stu and Jess had gone first, which Stu lost. That meant that Stu was potentially the one to stick his arm in to operate the steering wheel. Phil and Alan went next, which Alan lost. Phil challenged Jess, but he lost to rock. He handed over his cell phone and somehow Jess was able to search the address that was still on his phone.

"Well that's easy," she whispered. "It's already on here."

"How is that there?" he asked after a few pushes of the car.

"Looks like you saved it from last night. Wait what is this?" Jess looked up and frowned at Phil. Holding up the phone, she showed the rather revealing Halloween photo of herself.

It was last year's at Carol's party which Jess had worn a skimpy snowy owl costume she had spent all summer and fall prior to October working on. It had a silver mask like an owl's face, and the body was white feathered corset. The skirt had soft gray and white feathers lining it and had been rather revealing on her bottom. Jess was smiling big in the photo as she held onto a small martini glass, she remembered held lemonade and apple pucker in. The party was complete with alcohol of course and there were many boys trying to flirt with her.

"Hey I remember that. Phil brought you home afterward, right?" asked Stu seeing it for a second.

"Yes, he did. I was too drunk to drive home, so he came and got me, so Doug didn't ground me for being out so late," she said patting Phil's arm. He gave a look for her to shut her mouth. If she continued talking about that night, then she might as well tell how she learned the size of the everything beneath his belt and him knowing her lower body well. It had been quite the experimental night.

"I don't remember that night," he said giving her another look before focusing on the car. Jess got his meaning and closed her mouth before looking at the map again.

"I can't do it," Alan said nervously withdrawing his hand from inside the car as they pushed it on up the final hill.

"Get your fucking hand back in there... and steer the car," snapped Phil after Alan jumped away from the car when the tiger roared. He was pushing with all his strength on the rear driver's side with Stu on the passenger side. Jess was pushing between them in the middle.

"I'm too nervous!" complained Alan walking backwards.

"Alan. We need you, buddy. This is your time to shine, okay?" offered Stu pushing with all his strength too. His legs were very tired and he knew Jess didn't have a lot of upper body to help greatly.

"Okay, yeah. Whew. Daddy's gonna kill me!"

"That's it," encouraged Stu.

"That's good. Keep it straight," panted Phil at Alan. He looked sideways at Jess who smiled and hit him with her head. "Are you gonna fucking kidding? How much more?" Phil scowled.

"Guys up the hill and we'll be like there," she said after a few minutes. As they arrived she ran up ahead to ring the bell to let them in. They passed in with no problem and Phil let out a loud sigh. Jess knocked on the door and the man with the bowler hat arrived to greet them.

"You're late," he said without even saying hello first.

"Whatever, man. We had to push it the last mile," shrugged Phil in anger.

"Come on in. Mike's got something he wants to show you." They walked in and the tiger let out a yelp. Phil and Jess turned to see it, and then exchanged a woeful look before entering the home.

"That thing's out of control, man. Seriously, you gotta put it down," said Phil waving weakly at the tiger. Jess nodded and she grabbed for Phil's hand. They followed the bowler hat man into a large den area in the back of the house where Tyson sat. They each took a seat in different spots before Tyson spoke up.

"When we got back, we took a look at the security cameras," Tyson said motioning for the man with bowler hat to start the video. The television began with them walking around quite drunk, holding onto each other, while stumbling on Jess' behalf. She could barely make out where on the property they were, but she was at least clothed with her dress.

"Ahh! That's Doug! Great," exclaimed Stu seeing Doug was with them.

"This is how you walk. This is how you walk!" Doug said on the television not walking well at all. Jess watched with wonder at their antics. Jess watched as she imitated her brother with a hike of her dress up her long legs.

"That's our buddy. That's who we've been missing," smiled Stu at Tyson.

"We're all best friends," commented Alan throwing his hands in a circle in the air.

"Why don't you just pay attention? I don't have all night," said Tyson looking at each of them quickly then back to the television.

"Yeah, of course. Of course," said Phil turning back to the large television. Jess was beside him, her feet under her bottom, and gasped pointing at the screen. It was showing the pool area. Alan had climbed up to an elevated area and was holding onto his pants.

"Alan! Don't man!" called Jess swinging around a whiskey bottle that she snatched from Stu moments ago. Stu was trying to get it back but Jess won't let it up.

"That's me, I'm on TV. I've never been on TV before," smiled Alan.

"What are you doing, man?" cried out Doug on the video. Alan was peeing in the pool, much like anyone would expect of him.

"Really? Really, Alan?" said Phil throwing his arm up in Alan's disgrace. Jess gave him a sideways glance and wanted to smirk but with Tyson right next to her, she didn't want to disrespect him in his own home.

"You got a fire hose, man?" asked Doug.

"Yeah, I was, uh..." but Alan couldn't form any words. As Jess watched she saw that Phil had taken her by the arm and was daring her to jump in to the pool. His hands were awfully close to her chest but as she watched in awe, she saw Phil embrace her fully.

"Oh My God…," she muttered covering her eyes. Phil's hand in the video all but pulled the dress off her body. Phil looked at the television Jess with concern, pushing his hair back. Fuck, he muttered under his breath. He placed his face in his hands, ashamed of his actions.

"Aren't you underage?" asked Tyson, sensing the discomfort that was created with Phil and Jess making out on the screen. Jess shook her head and tried to get her words out right.

"I'm eighteen," she whispered looking down in embarrassment. Tyson looked at the two and sighed heavily.

"You're gonna overflow the pool, man," shouted Doug on the video.

"Maybe... Should I wait outside?" Alan asked feeling very uncomfortable by the sight of him peeing in the pool.

"I think that's a good idea, Alan," said Tyson. Alan got up and carefully walked around Stu's leg and the table before exiting the door.

"Don't touch anything out there, either," reminded the man with the bowler hat.

"You know what? He's not our good fr... We don't know him that well," said Stu, but Tyson didn't seem to care at all.

"Come on. Come on, come on." They were taking the tiger to the gate.

"By the way, where you get that cop car from?" asked Tyson quickly.

"We, uh, stole it from these dumb-ass cops," smiled Stu.

"Nice!" Tyson laughed so they felt it was okay to follow suit. "High five that one! Yeah, that's nice."

"You know, I just have to say...I have never seen a more beautiful, elegant, just regal creature," said Phil, trying to impress Tyson. He didn't seem impressed at all.

"Check it out. Stu. Stu! Fuck this tiger," commented Phil from the video. They all laughed as Phil did so in the video. Jess had grabbed onto Stu as he fell over in laughter. She was barely holding herself up as she laughed too.

"Oh, my God. That's awful," said Phil in reply seeing himself do that.

"Jess come here! Here sit here!" called Phil on the video. Her video-self was laughing harder as Phil tried to grab her while still humping the tiger. They saw that Stu had taken a photo of them doing so.

"Who does shit like that, man?"

"Someone who has a lot of issues obviously. I'm a sick man," said Phil sitting more into the seat.

"Oh, my God," someone said before the television was turned off. "Jess!—"

"That's all we got," said the man with the bowler hat.

"This was hugely helpful," said Stu. "Really. Because, now we know that our buddy Doug was with us at 3:30, totally alive.

"Thanks again, champ. And, uh, again, we are so sorry we stole your tiger," said Phil.

"Don't worry about it, man. Like you said, we all do dumb shit when we're fucked up"

Phil and Stu laughed as Tyson said Phil's earlier words.

"I told you he'd get it," laughed Stu.

"I did say that," Phil said laughing again and playing with his fingers a moment later. A sudden silence filled the room and Tyson looked at Jess for words.

"We should be going!" she said jumping up and motioning for Phil and Stu to follow suit.

"I think you should stay a moment," he said a moment later. His eyes stayed rooted on Jess who was standing up still.

"Why?" asked Jess, hoping Mike Tyson didn't like her that way. Tyson snapped his fingers and the man with the bowler hat turned away. He returned with a box with a navy-blue ribbon on top. She was handed the box with a smile, but Jess was very nervous about what was inside.

"What inside this box?" she asked of Tyson sitting back down. Phil and Stu looked at her with concern but unless Tyson did something horrid, he wouldn't be touched by them.

"Open it and see," Tyson offered waving at the box.

Jess undid the ribbon and slowly, like she was opening a Christmas present, lifted the lid. Phil peeked in it as she gasped loudly in astonishment. Inside the box, neatly folded was her navy-blue dress she wore on Friday night during the whole drunken night. She held it up and saw no stains or anything on it to show it was through a night of hell and back.

"We found it by the front gate this morning, but we didn't know what to do about it until we reviewed the videos," answered Tyson to Jess' unheard question.

"You are lucky no one drives around here a lot. They would have picked it up and you would have never seen it again," commented the man with bowler hat.

"Thank you! Thank you so much," cried Jess standing up, the box falling to the floor at her feet. She turned and gave Tyson a big hug thanking him for recovering this expensive dress. He was shocked by her sudden outburst but he patted her back to thank her in return. Phil turned to keep his eyes from wandering to her bottom as she was standing. He cleared his throat and ushered Stu and Jess out to leave. As they left the Tyson home, they stopped at an IHop located on Las Vegas Boulevard.

"Hello! Four?" asked the waitress as they entered. Phil nodded and the waitress turned to seat them by the far wall. Phil and Jess took one side as Alan and Stu took the other. The waitress handed out their menus and asked for drinks.

"Water, please," replied Stu.

"Soda for us," answered Phil motioning his finger between him and Jess.

"What kind Sir?" she asked writing down their drinks on her notepad.

"Sprite."

"And for you Sir?" she asked directed at Alan.

He was looking at the menu very calculated like and finally after a full minute, he answered with a coffee with extra creamer, four lumps of sugar and another cup. The waitress had momentarily been distracted by his large order but wrote it down and walked away. Jess, who had her head on the table, looked at the menu sideways. There were many items to pick from, but when the waitress returned with their sodas, water, or coffee with extra items, she raised her head.

"Gimme the breakfast sampler," said Phil in a matter of fact tone without even looking at the menu at all.

"Same for me," answered Stu.

"Can I get the short stack? Thanks," asked Jess handing Stu her menu to hold. Alan was still busy thinking what he wanted though. He finally looked up with a smile.

"I'll have the kids French toast. Not very hungry," he said handing his menu to her.

Jess glared at Alan, but the man sipped his coffee oh so proper like he was sipping tea. She let her face break into a smile. Maybe Alan really was a kid inside?

"Alan… Oh Alan, you're silly," she said playing with her fork.

Phil and Stu looked at each other with a smile.

"You know despite getting arrested for stealing a cop car, being tazed in the tit, having my arm nearly broke by a naked Asian, and getting Mike Tyson his tiger back to him, this has been a rather uneventful trip to Vegas." Jess smiled at the guys, they seeing her humor. Her phone chimed off and she checked it.

We still on for tonight? – Jason

"Yeah," said Phil looking at her and seeing the small burn of the taze on her chest. "Let's eat and get back to the hotel. We have got to find Doug. Tracy will kill us – well not Jess, but us," he circled to Stu and Alan as well as himself, "— and she will reprimand us all."

Rather than leave on an empty stomach, they finished up and were so happy about it too. Stu paid for their large ticket and they left quietly.