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

*dot*

"You know, everyone says Mike Tyson is such a badass," said Stu, who was driving and looking over at Phil for a brief moment. "...but I think he's kind of a sweetheart." Jess smiled as she looked at her dress that Tyson had given her as well as her phone. Tyson was indeed a sweetheart and so was Jason by the concerning texts he was sending. He had sent another message a second later which she replied back to.

Yes. We are on our way back to Caesar's. I'll meet you there if that's okay – Jess

Sure. See you at Caesar's. – Jason

"I think he's mean," mumbled Alan next to Jess. Phil shifted in his seat as he turned to the three.

"Alright, I think it's officially time we call Tracy."

"Hallelujah," exclaimed Stu raising his hands like he was at church. "Finally, Phil says something that makes sense."

"We don't have much of a choice. And maybe she's heard from Doug," suggested Phil.

"That's what I been saying this whole time!"

"We just need to be completely honest. We need to tell her everything," said Phil holding his breath for a moment as he finished his sentence. Jess looked up at him…. Was he serious? Everything?

"We don't have to tell her everything," Stu hesitated for moment. "We can leave out the stuff... about me marrying a hooker. Just stay focused on Doug," he finished trying his attention to the road again.

"What am I gonna tell my dad?" asked Alan worried about his father instead.

"Alan, relax. It's just the inside," insisted Phil, halfheartedly pulling at the leather that had been pulled out. "Come on. I got a guy in LA who's great with interiors—"

From nowhere a large black car slammed into the passenger side, knocking Phil into Stu and Jess into Alan's lap. It sent them sideways to the curb hitting a light pole.

"Oh, Jesus!" screamed one of the guys, but Jess couldn't make out who it was. Her face was covered with her hands as she pushed her back into Alan's stomach in fear of being hurt. All she need was to be readmitted to the hospital within 48 hours.

"Oh, my God," whispered Phil pushing himself away as a metal stripper road sign fell onto the car's cloth back.

Jess screamed as the sign came within inches of hitting her leg. "What the fuck?" Alan was beside her pointing at the figures in front of the Mercedes.

"I know that guy. That's the guy from the trunk," he said pointing out the front windshield that looked like it might break any moment. The formerly naked Asian man was dressed in white pants and a thin black shirt, with several men beside him.

"Get out of the car. Please," asked the Asian man from the trunk and it seemed undemanding. He was motioning his hands at them but none of them moved.

"Those are the guys that shot Eddie," muttered Stu. One of the men grabbed for Phil, along with Jess too.

"Let go mother fucker," cried Jess as the man who had her by the shirt, pulled it up too along with it.

"Now now!" cried the Asian man in white. "NO! DOWN CHARLEY!" he snapped at the man holding Jess. Charley let Jess go before she could slap him across the face. She threw him off her and reached for Phil as he was pulled out next.

"Easy, easy," begged Phil as he was pulled out roughly next to Jess. There was a small trace of blood on his forehead that she tried to clean for him. Phil cradled Jess in his arms as they both got their balance.

"Come on," demanded the Asian man of his thugs motioning toward Stu and Alan.

"Okay. Alright," uttered Phil holding himself up with Jess leaning on him. Her hair was pulled out at odd places and she was holding his arm with deathly grip. He could tell she was tremendously scared.

"Let's go," the Asian man demanded of Stu and Alan next.

"Hey, relax. Ow. Ow. Ow!" screamed Stu. "I have whiplash!"

"Get this other fat boy. Get the fat boy!" As Stu was pulled out, the men next reached for Alan and practically threw him down as his weight was too much.

"All right, all right! Hey, take it easy, take it easy!" insisted Stu as the four of them stood before the Asian man and his gang of thugs.

"I want my purse back, assholes," he snapped off quickly, holding up a brown satchel, as Alan put it, in the air for them to see.

"What? Your purse?" asked Phil leaning on his body forward on his knees.

"That's not a purse, it's a satchel," barked Alan leaning against the car. One of the thugs went toward and hit him firmly in the stomach.

"It's a purse! Okay? And you steal from wrong guy," said the Asian man waving it about in front of them.

"Wait a second, wait a second. We stole from you?" asked Phil looking up in confusion.

"Why would we do that?" questioned Jess. "We have nothing!"

"Okay, you know what? We don't remember anything that happened last night... so help us out a little here," commented Stu waving his arms around in defeat.

"Well, apparently you guys met at a craps table late last night," explained one the Asian man's thugs. He pointed at Alan as he spoke next. "You were on a heater, and he played your hot streak. He ended up winning just under 80 grand."

"No shit? Eighty grand is nice," added Phil in admiration of Alan's skill.

"Okay, that's good," said Stu trying to place the pieces together.

"You two were lovely dovely and wouldn't let go of each other, so he tried to put the chips in his purse, and then you guys took off with it right after making a scene at the craps table," he continued pointing his fingers between Phil and Jess for a moment. Had they made out in front of all Vegas to see, worried Jess crossing her arms and glaring at the Asian man.

"That doesn't sound like us," said Stu.

"Mine had $80,000 inside. And this one? Nothing!" screamed the Asian man throwing the thing down in anger.

"Hey, there are Skittles in there!" The man who had been speaking, punched Alan in the gut. Jess went to walk forward to check on him, but Phil held her in place preventing her from intervening. "Ow! Oh, not again!" Stu hurried to his side before turning around and facing the Asian man.

"Don't let the beard fool you. He's a child!"

"It's funny because he's fat," laughed the Asian man.

"Now, look, this was obviously a very simple misunderstanding. Alan picked up the wrong purse, it's no big deal," said Phil waving his hands at Alan and the Asian man. While Jess nodded in agreement, the other man only frowned.

"Okay, if it's, 'no big deal', why, when I come after you guys... he starts screaming like crazy and throw me in trunk?" said the Asian man pointing a thin finger at Phil.

"What, I did that?" asked Phil looking at his in disbelief.

"Yeah, you said he was your lucky charm... and you want to take him home with you," answered the Asian man's thug.

"Lucky charm," giggled Phil. "Oh, it's just funny." The Asian began to laugh with Phil but suddenly he stopped, getting very serious. Jess thought it was funny, but kept her smirk hidden behind her hand.

"Fuck you. If you want to see your friend again, you get me my 80 grand," he said very loudly and firmly.

"What?" After much confusion, Jess figured out that the Asian man had Doug in their Escalade.

"What do you want?" shouted Stu holding is arms up.

"Not so good now. Quid pro quo, douche bag," answered the Asian man.

"Look, we're very sorry. But this is an easy fix," said Phil firmly. "Alan, where's his purse?"

"I don't know," he answered.

"It's in the hotel room, right?" begged Stu as he looked at Alan for help. "We can get you the... We can even write you a check right now."

"No chance. Cash only," said the Asian man. He turned to face Jess and took a few steps forward, nearly touching her escaped hair strands. "Or the girl," he mumbled eyeing Phil.

"No fuck you!" yelled Phil pulling Jess behind him. "She isn't going anywhere."

"Girl or cash!" yelled the Asian man back as he walked toward the Escalade again.

"There's a person in there," demanded Stu pointing his arm in the direction of the Escalade.

"Boring. Take nap. Come on," the Asian man said patting his mouth he like was tired.

"Wait. I'm sorry we're boring you! Wait. You're not going anywhere!" Phil spoke trying to stop the Escalade from moving. He and Stu tried to stop the car but it became clear that the Asian man and his thugs didn't care.

"Stop! Stop! Run me over," called out Stu standing in front of the Escalade.

"Okay. Whoa. Whoa," said Phil as he watched Stu nearly be run over.

"Bring money to Big Rock in Mojave Desert at dawn," said the Asian man, rolling up the window. "Toodle-oo, motherfucker."

*dot*

They raced back to Caesar's Palace, quickly running up to the elevator. Stu stabbed the button for the floor they needed. Rushing inside, Jess tried to look through a few rooms before going to sit down. Her head was pounding and there was the matter of meeting Jason. She had to sneak away from them. It was already nine-thirty. She didn't know why she was making such a deal out of it. It was just something he promised her. Perhaps the thrill of sneaking away from them, to do her own thing might be the reason she wanted to desert them. Doug won't ground her at least; well they had to find him first….

"Come on, get out of here," muttered Phil as he pushed away a few chickens that were perched on the counter.

"Guys, I'm telling you, I looked for it this morning before we left," said Alan "It's not anywhere."

"Fuck," said Phil pushing his hair back. "Stu, how much you got in the bank?"

"About 10 grand. I was gonna use it for the wedding," he said throwing aside something.

"You're already married, so we're good there. Besides, enough with Melissa, she's the worst." Stu gave Phil a sarcastic look before turning to Jess.

"Is she really the worst?"

"Yeah. In California at least, though I know a few runner-ups," replied Jess, already naming several classmates in her head.

"Yeah, Doug told me she had sex with a pilot or something," said Alan.

"It was a bartender on a cruise," insisted Stu. "Ew. Alan, did you just eat sofa pizza?"

"Yes," he answered holding up the thing with delight.

"What are we gonna do?" asked Jess standing up. "Look I really need something to drink. I'll be back."

"Hey, guys?" asked Alan before Jess got too far away.

"Did you find it?" asked Phil in excitement.

"Nope. But check this out," said Alan, holding up the book he had been reading on the drive up.

Jess managed to slip into her bathroom and quickly, freshen up before slipping on the navy-blue dress she wore the night before. She tip-toed out of the suite her black stilettos in her hands without informing Phil or Stu. Alan, however, stood by the door dressed in a suit waiting for the others.

"Where are you going?" he asked kindly.

"I'm really dying for a soda. I'll be back," she lied.

"Okay, be back soon!" he smiled and opened the door for her. Alan… thank you thought Jess as the door closed. He could be too trusting at times.

Quickly Jess rushed to the elevator, her feet nearly skipping to the internal beat of her heart beating against her chest. She was really sneaking away like she had planned to do with Jason before yesterday evening happened. Pushing the button for the first floor, she quickly sprayed her perfume on her wrists and chest. Waving the extra away and securing the heels to her feet, she stepped out of the elevator and saw a young man standing in the lobby, his leg over the other while leaning against a pillar.

The young man had a book in his hands and a clean-cut short pompadour swept over his eyes. After a moment he pushed his dark blonde hair out of his eyes as looking up to scan the lobby for something. Jess hadn't realized he had paused on her and took several steps forward. Jess eyed him closely not recognizing him, but the action made Jess relaxed as a familiar set of green eyes looked back at her. Jason wore a tailored charcoal-gray suit and he looked like he might have walked out of magazine from his dapper appearance. Again, he pushed his hair back in nervousness at her unease approach to him. Jess reached up to touch his hair, hoping it only colored and not always like that.

"I had to color it this for my dad," he confirmed grasping her hand. He held it before she pulled it down his cheek. His face was warm as she stared in to his eyes. Jess didn't honestly know what to do next. Finally, she was so close to him and she was freezing up.

"Jason," she said trying to keep her voice level. "Sorry I'm a little bit of a mess," she said patting her hair down.

"It's fine. Beautiful dress. Looks familiar," he said placing the book he read on the nearby table and taking her hand into his. "Very familiar," he added a moment later, reaching to place his hand on her lower back as they walked out. Jess blushed and smiled at him hoping to not draw any attention to them. Walking out, Jason motioned for the valet to get his car.

"Where are we going?" she asked him.

"Well I am staying at the Cosmopolitan so I asked if I could keep my car here instead," As they waited patiently, Jess watched other around her, hoping the guys weren't going to see her. After all she promised to stay in the hotel room and work on homework. A moment later, the valet pulled up in a dark blue 2-door Chevy Corvette. Jess felt her jaw drop as the valet opened the door for them. While Jason was sitting down, he jumped a moment and turned to the man who brought the car.

"Thank you," he said handing over a fifty to the valet.

Jason smiled at Jess before starting his Corvette with another wolfish grin. They raced away, toward the Encore, where again people seemed to treat him with extra care there too. He gave the keys to another set of valets.

"She's with me," said Jason quickly, turning around back toward his car. "Here," and he again handed this valet a fifty.

"Thank you. Sir… Mr. Marshall, here is your claim ticket," he stuttered before getting behind the wheel of such a beautiful car.

"Thank you," said Jess as another valet opened the door for her. Jason stood by her door waiting and took her arm as they walked in together. As she walked beside him, her hands remained clenched with his because she was worried they would realize she was a minor. Instead Jason lead them up toward the XS Nightclub where it appeared he had more influence over the staff. He handed the bouncer two hundred-dollar bills, earning them entrance to the club. Jess felt her jaw drop at the sight.

"No alcohol. You hear," the bouncer muttered before letting them in.

The XS nightclub was booming with noise. It was filled with young people dancing and drinking the night away. Jess sang along to the songs that played as she and Jason danced their worried away. They hardly knew what was going on around them as they were too consumed in their companion's body. Loudly as a Britney Spears' song came over, Jason raked his hands up and down her back as they let the night pass by.

"Do you want to sit down?" Jason asked in her ear after what seemed forever. Nodding, he led them to a nearby sitting area. Jason had a drink in his hands while Jess tried to keep the alcoholic ones out of her hands. Jason nodding to say he understood but then suddenly a man tapped him on the shoulder.

"Don't order pussy shit," the man muttered to Jason.

"I can order whatever I want," he smartly said turning to face the man. The other man seemed to take notice of Jess and went to speak to her but Jason stopped him. "I'd suggest you leave friend…."

"Is that so? Did you pay for her too? Weak little bitch. She's just fucking right for some fun," commented the man trying to reach around Jason for Jess.

"Leave her alone," he said pushing the man back away from them. Jess stood up and tried to pull Jason away. The last thing she needed was being expose for being too young in a club.

The man however didn't want to let up. "Aww looky here… We got us a richy boy! With a little smokin' girlfriend! How about we show you a good time….—" the other brute reached for Jess again and this time his fingertips grazed Jess' arm. Jason struck the man firmly in the jaw, landing a solid uppercut into his chin, before Jess even knew what was happening. It would seem like Jason's reflexes were very fast. Under his arm, Jess saw the two guys with the man had taken a step back.

"What the fuck man?!" cried out the brute holding his chin. "What was that for?"

"Stay the fuck away from her!" he yelled pointing his arm toward the door. Jess covered her mouth in shock as the man stalked off holding his jaw. "I'm sorry. My temper got me for a moment," he whispered taking a long drink from his glass.

"It's fine. I'm not scared, just surprised," she said leaning into his arms as they watched those around them. "You know, you never said muscular you were." Jess smiled at him smelling the peach scent coming from his drink.

"I have to protect people," he smiled caressing her cheek. "I've seen men push woman around like toys." He began circling her leg as he spoke. Jess looked up at him and stared at his face. She saw his deep emerald, green eyes that stared into hers. Jason's jaw twitched as Jess felt his scruffy beard. Leaning into him, she pursed her lips and laid on his chest. Her hair cascaded against her right cheek and she took possession of his lips. Jason's hand cupped her cheek and they shared the deep kiss before standing up to return dancing. This time they danced while pressing their bodies together, letting the music move them no matter the song. They drank up each other as Jess began taking several drinks from Jason's cup. They left after a few hours passed giggling on their way out.

"I can't believe that," said Jess as she sat down in his car. Jason had just finished telling her about a visit to France, a month prior, and how he ended up nude after falling asleep at the beach.

"It's true. No one ever saw an American dick before. It was weird."

Jason smiled as he paid the valet and then he drove to the Cosmopolitan within minutes. Getting out they, still giggling from their night together, made their way up to his suite. There was a couple in the elevator as they rode up giving them horrid looks. Remaining silent until they got to his floor, Jason opened the door to his room and gestured for her to enter first.

"Ladies first," he said as Jess stepped into the room fully. She was drawn to the large windows where most of the street below was visible. Behind her, Jason had removed his jacket and laid it on the armchair nearest the door. As Jess glanced outside, Jason walked up behind her and enclosing her within his arms, while taking the scent of the perfume she wore. Jess felt him begin to tenderly run a finger down her spine as she was turned her head to see his face. His teeth made nimble bites on her neck before she turned fully and taking another deep kiss from him. Her own fingers found the buttons to his shirt and they began to undo the buttons in quick succession. Taking the liberty of removing his shirt, Jason threw it on to the floor and kicked his shoes off near Jess' heel.

Without her shoes, Jason realized just how tall he was compared to her. He was close to 6-foot-tall while Jess stood much smaller at 5 and half feet tall. Smiling through, she pushed her hair back as he seductively pulling down the shoulder strap, Jason embraced her neck and slowly, almost alluringly as he nibbled down her neck. He modestly eased off her dress after taking off his pants. Then they lay there staring at each other completely down to their undergarments, when something erupted in them. A tangled mess of crisscrossed legs under silk sheets trying to explore the other's body. Jason's hand crept up her thigh that exposed her long California tanned legs. They cuddled for several minutes as Jess' hands warmed Jason. When he was ready, they shared one more kiss before Jason pulled her into his lap.

"You sure?" he asked softly. There was a playful grin there. Jason felt Jess lean forward with a reply by giving him a kiss. They worked like magic as he and Jess submitted to sin in Sin City. As she screamed his name time and time again, the small sound of their vibrating phones in the clothing pile was never heard by either.

*dot*

"Change only, 10,000," call the dealer, as Alan handed him the two stacks of money. Phil and Alan found a table to begin gambling as Stu took notice to walk up to begin his own playing.

"Hey, uh, these seats taken?" he asked walking up with Jade on his arm smiles on both their faces.

"No, feel free," said the dealer waving him in.

"All right, let's play some blackjack!" exclaimed Stu happily. Jade laughed with him as he began to win.

"That's it. Shut up, bitches," said Phil behind Alan happily. Their plan was working.

"I don't even know you, but I'm gonna tell you that's dumb," said Stu to Alan. Jade smiled as if she didn't know him from across the table.

"Yes!" cried Phil as Alan won again. "Okay, come on. He can't lose. He can't lose."

Several hours passed as Jade leaned into Stu. "I think the pit boss is watching him." Just as Alan was about to be confronted by the pit boss, Jade pushed herself off the card table distracting Phil and Alan as well as those around them.

"Oh, my God," cried out Stu reaching down to Jade. "Are you okay?"

"I'm such a klutz," she giggled. "I get so nervous when I gamble. I'm so silly!"

"Whoa. Hold on a beat, okay?" said the pit boss his attention now on Jade as the woman lay on her back on the floor.

"Let's just take it easy. This is my wife," said Stu holding her hand, giving her a signal to begin acting.

"It's hurting," she said quickly, acting like she had sustained an injury.

"Make sure... Does it hurt? Does this hurt?" he asked her.

"Oh, ow," she lied holding her head.

"You alright?"

"I don't know."

Stu kept looking around the people near him to make sure that Alan and Phil had gotten the hint and left before they were caught. "I don't know either. I don't... I think you're fine. Let's go," he said finally.

"Really? Okay," said Jade standing up quickly.

"Upsy-daisy, there. I'm sorry, she's had a little too much to drink," commented Stu before he and Jade grabbed their tokens to exchange for cash.

*dot*