Las Vegas was alive with the flashing lights of the Strip, buzzing energy, and the endless sounds of tourists cheering, laughing, and blowing on dice at the casino tables. But amid the glitz and glamour, the group—Sam, Mike, Jessica, Emily, Chris, Josh, Matt, Ashley, Laura, Max, Kaitlyn, Nick, Emma, Ryan, Dylan, Abigail, and Jacob—had found themselves standing near the iconic Bellagio Fountains, taking in the stunning display of water and light. The cool evening air was a refreshing break from the chaos of their earlier adventures, and for once, it seemed like everything was calm.
That is, until Michael Han appeared.
"Ugh, you've got to be kidding me," Jessica muttered, spotting the reality TV villain walking toward them, his smug grin already in place.
Jacob, who had been leaning casually against the railing, immediately stood up straighter. "Oh, this guy again? I thought we were done with him."
Michael sauntered over to the group like he owned the place, hands in his pockets, looking like the epitome of a reality TV narcissist. His perfectly gelled hair didn't move an inch in the breeze, and he wore a leather jacket like it was the 1980s.
"Hey, guys," Michael said, flashing that signature, annoyingly confident smile. "Can't get enough of me, huh?"
Emily crossed her arms and gave him a hard look. "Actually, we were hoping we'd seen the last of you."
Michael raised an eyebrow, clearly unfazed. "What's with the attitude? I thought we were all getting along."
"Getting along?" Abigail chimed in, incredulous. "You've been harassing Emma for days. And after what your ex told us about your violent tendencies? We're definitely not getting along."
Michael blinked, confused—or at least pretending to be. "Violent tendencies? What the hell are you talking about?"
Matthew Taylor, ever the calm and collected one, stepped forward. "Your ex-girlfriend, Rachel, told us about how you acted when things didn't go your way. You start picking fights and getting violent when people don't give you the attention you think you deserve."
Chris Hartley nodded. "Yeah, and the way you've been acting toward Emma just proves her point. You've been harassing her, man."
Michael scoffed, crossing his arms. "This is insane. Rachel's just bitter. She's been trying to ruin me ever since we broke up."
"Maybe because you're a cracked-up psycho," Jacob shot back, stepping closer to Michael. "You think you're some big-shot celebrity, but you're just a cracked-up bitch who can't handle rejection."
Michael's eyes flashed with anger, but before he could say anything, Jacob did what everyone had secretly been wishing for—he shoved Michael with both hands, sending him stumbling backward.
Right into the Bellagio Fountain.
There was a collective gasp as Michael landed in the shallow water with a splash. For a moment, everyone just stared, stunned, as Michael flailed around, trying to get his balance.
"You… you SLØRE!" Michael sputtered, wiping water from his face, looking completely outraged and utterly drenched. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
The group burst into laughter. Even Sam, who usually tried to keep things peaceful, couldn't help but snort as she watched the once-smug reality star struggle in the fountain. Michael's hair, once so perfectly coiffed, was now plastered to his forehead, and his leather jacket was soaked through.
Jacob crossed his arms, grinning from ear to ear. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? You've been a pain in the ass this entire trip."
Jessica, enjoying the show, leaned over the railing. "Oh man, I've never seen someone look more miserable in my life."
As if on cue, the Bellagio Fountains erupted into their signature water show, spraying jets of water high into the air—and directly onto Michael.
The group howled with laughter as Michael was showered by the fountains, trying and failing to shield himself from the powerful sprays of water. It was like a scene out of a slapstick comedy, and for a moment, even the onlookers who didn't know the drama were entertained by the sight of a drenched, furious man flailing in the fountain.
"Wow, this is better than the actual fountain show," Dylan said, shaking his head. "Ten out of ten."
"I'd pay to see this again," Max added, grinning.
Michael, completely soaked and humiliated, finally managed to scramble out of the fountain, his face red with fury. "You think this is funny?!" he shouted, glaring at Jacob. "I'll sue you for this! I'll—"
But Jacob wasn't interested in hearing his threats. He turned to the group, shrugging. "I think we're done here. Let's hit the casino."
They began walking away, but Michael wasn't done yet.
At the Casino...
The group had made their way to the casino, eager to forget about the latest Michael Han drama and enjoy a few games. Joshua Washington was feeling lucky, standing at a dice table, ready to roll while the others watched.
"Alright, let's see if Lady Luck's on my side," Josh said, shaking the dice in his hand. "I'm thinking a lucky seven."
Just as Josh was about to throw the dice, a voice interrupted from behind them. "You're not getting away from me that easily!"
The group groaned in unison as they turned around to see none other than a dripping-wet Michael Han storming toward them, clearly still furious from his fountain debacle.
"Are you kidding me?" Kaitlyn said, rolling her eyes. "This guy just doesn't know when to quit."
"Leave us alone, Michael," Josh said, his voice firm but calm. "You've already made a fool of yourself. Just walk away."
But Michael wasn't listening. In his fury, he grabbed Jacob by the collar of his shirt and yanked him forward, his face inches from Jacob's.
"You think you can embarrass me like that and get away with it?" Michael growled.
Jacob, never one to back down, shoved Michael away, his own temper flaring again. "Dude, you need to chill out. You're making a scene. Again."
Before things could escalate, Emily Davis stepped between them, placing her hands on both Jacob and Michael to break up the fight. "Alright, enough. This is ridiculous. Both of you, back off."
But instead of calming down, Michael sneered at Emily. "Stay out of this, jackass."
Emily's jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"
"Oh no, he did not just call you that," Jessica said, stepping up beside Emily, ready for round two.
Michael, realizing he was outnumbered and outmatched, backed away slightly, but he wasn't done with his threats. "I'm not done with you people. I'll make sure you pay for this. You'll regret ever messing with me."
Jacob crossed his arms, tired of Michael's theatrics. "You know what? We're done with this. We're done with you. I'm reporting you to the police. You've crossed the line way too many times."
Michael's smug expression faltered. "The police? You're kidding, right?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Jacob shot back, already pulling out his phone. "You've been harassing us for days. You've been stalking Emma, picking fights, and now this. You're getting arrested."
As Jacob made the call, Michael's bravado began to crumble. He stood there, soaked and humiliated, his threats falling flat.
Michael's Arrest...
A short while later, two security guards showed up, quickly assessing the situation. Michael, still soaked from his impromptu swim in the fountain, tried to play it cool, but his arrogance had clearly faded.
"This is ridiculous," Michael muttered as the guards escorted him toward the casino entrance. "You're all going to regret this."
"Yeah, sure," Josh called after him. "Let us know how that works out for you."
As Michael was led out of the casino, the group let out a collective sigh of relief.
"Well, that was dramatic," Abigail said, shaking her head.
"Understatement of the year," Chris added.
"At least he's gone now," Emma said, smiling for the first time in what felt like days. "We can finally enjoy the rest of our trip without him creeping around."
"And hey," Kaitlyn said, grinning, "I don't know about you, but watching him get arrested was pretty satisfying."
Jacob laughed. "Not as satisfying as pushing him into the fountain, but yeah, it was close."
As the group gathered around the dice table once more, the tension finally eased. They were free of Michael Han, free of the drama, and ready to enjoy the rest of their Vegas adventure without any more interruptions.
And as Josh finally threw the dice, landing a lucky seven, they all knew one thing for sure: this reunion was going down as one of the wildest—and most hilarious—experiences of their lives.
"Let's just hope he doesn't try to bail himself out and show up again," Sam said, only half-joking.
Jacob chuckled. "If he does, I'll push him into the next fountain I see."
The group burst into laughter, the mood light and carefree once more. Vegas had thrown its best (or worst) at them, but they had come out on top—with plenty of stories to tell, and one very memorable showdown with a reality TV wannabe.
Because in Vegas, the fountains don't just put on a show—they help wash away your problems.