After an epic day of haunted museums and roller coaster thrills, Samantha Giddings, Mike Munroe, Jessica Riley, Emily Davis, Chris Hartley, Ashley Brown, Matt Taylor, Josh Washington, Laura Kearney, Max Brinly, Abigail Blyg, Kaitlyn Ka, Nick Furcillo, Emma Mountebank, Ryan Erzahler, Dylan Lenivy, and Jacob Custos finally enjoyed some much-needed relaxation at their hotel. But, as it always goes in Vegas, relaxation never lasted too long. This time, the gang had their sights set on one of Vegas' most famous institutions: The Buffet at Bellagio—one of the biggest and most extravagant buffets on the Strip.

However, nothing is simple in Vegas, and their buffet adventure was about to take an unexpected, hilarious turn.

The Longest Buffet Line Ever

The group arrived at The Buffet at Bellagio, only to be met with what seemed like an impossibly long line snaking out the door and around the corner.

Jacob, clutching his stomach dramatically, groaned. "I'm starving, and this line is longer than the damn roller coaster! I can practically feel myself wasting away."

"You? Wasting away?" Dylan snickered. "More like you'll pass out before we even get to the salad bar."

"Not funny, dude," Jacob shot back, but it was clear everyone else found his misery amusing.

Meanwhile, Chris had his own complaints. "This line is ridiculous! Why does every good thing in Vegas involve standing in line forever? I didn't come to Sin City to starve!"

Ashley, standing next to Chris, had her own, more pressing issue. She leaned over, whispering with urgency. "Chris, I need to pee. Like, now."

"Right now?!" Chris asked, looking around helplessly. "We're in the middle of a line that never ends, Ash!"

"I can't help it!" Ashley hissed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She quickly scanned the room and decided to take action. "I'll be right back!"

Without waiting for a response, Ashley made her way through the line, squeezing past confused tourists and frustrated locals, awkwardly bumping into a few people on the way.

"Excuse me! Sorry! Just—need to find a restroom!" she called out, dodging elbows and purses as she made her way to the front.

Once she made it to the host stand, she breathlessly asked, "Where's the restroom?"

The host, looking only mildly amused, pointed to the direction of the elevator. "It's in the hotel lobby, past the elevator, and down the hall."

"Thank you!" Ashley said, bolting off in a blur.

Ashley's Bathroom Escape

In the public restroom near the elevator, Ashley finally found relief, sighing dramatically as she checked her phone. A new text from Chris read: This line is literally not moving, and I'm pretty sure we'll be waiting for another hour. You good?

Ashley quickly texted back: Made it to the bathroom! Now I just have to survive the trek back to you guys.

After washing up, she braved her return journey, once again weaving through the endless line of buffet-goers. She got a few more dirty looks and mumbled apologies, but she finally made it back to the group, slightly out of breath.

Chris noticed immediately. "You alright? Why do you look like you ran a marathon?"

Ashley rolled her eyes. "I had to fight my way through this insane line. I practically climbed over people to get back."

Sam, standing nearby, was already recording on her phone. "Oh, this is so going on Instagram. 'Ashley vs. The Buffet Line.' I'm already getting her reaction."

Ashley smirked, catching her breath. "Great. Just what I need—my bathroom sprint immortalized on social media."

Kaitlyn, hearing the commotion, leaned over. "You alright there, Ashley?"

Ashley nodded, still panting a little. "Yeah, just... don't make me go through that again."

The group shared a laugh, even as the line inched forward agonizingly slowly. They tried to keep themselves entertained, but between the hunger, the wait, and the growing anticipation for what awaited them at the buffet, patience was wearing thin.

Finally Reaching the Buffet

After what felt like hours of waiting, the group was finally ushered into the grand buffet dining area, where they were seated at a large table. The hunger was real, and everyone was ready to pounce on the food.

But before they could rush off, Kaitlyn stopped them with a warning. "Okay, guys, before we go on a food rampage, let's talk about the Las Vegas buffet policy."

The group stared at her, blinking in confusion.

"Policy?" Josh asked. "What policy?"

Kaitlyn rolled her eyes. "Yes, there's a policy. This isn't your typical China buffet. There's etiquette we have to follow—like no cutting the buffet line, no eating while in line, and always taking a fresh plate when you go back for more food."

Everyone groaned, except for Ryan, who nodded seriously. "Right. Got it. I'll make sure to follow every single rule."

Dylan, on the other hand, grinned mischievously. "Rules, schmules. I say we go rogue."

Jacob, ever the daredevil, turned to Chris with a grin. "Hey, Chris. I dare you to eat something while in line."

Chris's eyes widened. "What? But Kaitlyn just said—"

"Don't be a chicken," Jacob teased. "It's just one little bite. You're not gonna get arrested."

Chris, unable to resist a good dare, grabbed a small piece of bread from the buffet line and took a quick bite.

"CHRIS!" Kaitlyn shouted, glaring at him from across the table. "What did I just say about the rules?"

Chris, with bread still in his mouth, looked sheepish. "It was just a small bite!"

Jessica, watching the whole exchange, rolled her eyes. "Okay, that's amateur stuff. Watch this."

Before anyone could stop her, Jessica grabbed a shrimp from the buffet table and popped it in her mouth.

Kaitlyn looked like she was about to explode. "Jessica, are you serious?!"

Laura, watching with amusement, sided with Kaitlyn. "Yeah, Jess, you should probably, like... follow the rules."

Jessica shrugged, her mouth full. "Whatever. It's Vegas. Who follows rules in Vegas?"

Despite the chaotic start, the group eventually grabbed their plates and filled them with an insane assortment of food—from towering mountains of shrimp and crab legs to sushi, prime rib, and an endless array of sides. Once they sat back down at their table, they started devouring their plates like they hadn't eaten in days.

"Slow down!" Ashley said, laughing as she watched Jacob, Max, and Nick tear through their food like animals. "You're gonna choke!"

"Yeah, you've got to enjoy it," Mike added, though even he was shoveling food in at an impressive rate.

Josh nodded, grinning as he cut into a massive slab of prime rib. "This is Vegas dining. We savor the excess."

The Dessert Situation—and Michael Han's Cameo

Midway through the feast, Emily got up to grab dessert. Kaitlyn, ever the rule follower, reminded her, "Don't forget to grab a fresh plate when you go back."

"Got it," Emily replied, rolling her eyes playfully as she grabbed cupcakes, mini pies, and a selection of cakes to share with Matt.

But as she was piling up her plate, she spotted a familiar face at the other end of the buffet.

Her heart sank.

It was Michael Han. He was standing in line, piling food onto his own plate, blissfully unaware of Emily's presence. For a second, Emily froze, unsure if she should warn the group or just hope that Michael wouldn't notice them.

"Ignore him," she muttered to herself. "Just ignore him."

She quickly returned to the table, placing the dessert plate down and sitting beside Matt.

"Guys," Emily said, her voice hushed. "Michael Han is here. He's at the buffet."

Jacob's fork froze mid-air. "What?! Are you serious?"

Emily nodded, looking exasperated. "Yep. He's over there, probably plotting how to ruin another one of our nights."

Jacob's face darkened. "That guy just doesn't know when to quit."

Chris, still recovering from his earlier buffet blunder, shook his head. "Why does he keep showing up everywhere we go? It's like he's haunting us."

"I bet he thinks he's still relevant," Emma chimed in, rolling her eyes. "Newsflash, Michael—you're not."

Kaitlyn sighed, always the voice of reason. "Look, let's just ignore him. We're here to enjoy this buffet, not deal with his nonsense."

The group reluctantly agreed, though the tension was palpable. Jacob, still fuming, kept glancing toward the buffet, clearly waiting for Michael to make a move.

Tipping the Waitstaff and Parisian Gambles

Despite the unexpected appearance of Michael Han, the group finished their meal in high spirits, devouring desserts and sharing stories. As they prepared to leave, Kaitlyn reminded everyone to tip the waitstaff generously.

"Don't forget," Kaitlyn said, "they've been clearing our plates and keeping our drinks filled. We should definitely tip them well."

Everyone nodded in agreement, leaving generous tips for the hardworking waiters before heading out into the night.

Outside the Bellagio, they regrouped, their next destination already decided: Paris Las Vegas, where they planned to gamble and, hopefully, win big.

As they entered the casino, the dazzling lights and sounds of slot machines greeted them. The group split up, some heading to the blackjack tables while others tried their luck at the slot machines.

Josh, ever the gambler, hit the jackpot at a slot machine, his face lighting up with joy. "I'm rich!" he declared, laughing as he cashed out.

Emma, not far behind, racked up a surprising amount of money at a blackjack table. Josh wandered over, curious.

"How'd you do it?" Josh asked, eyeing Emma's stack of chips.

Emma grinned slyly. "Pure luck. Or maybe I'm just really good at this."

The group continued to gamble into the night, laughing, winning, and losing as the night wore on. By the time they returned to the hotel, they were exhausted but happy, ready to finally call it a night.

The Hotel Return: Rest at Last

Back at the hotel, the group gathered one last time in the lounge, recounting the day's events with laughter.

"Well," Jessica said, stretching, "that was one heck of a buffet adventure."

"And one heck of a gambling night," Josh added, still holding his winnings.

Jacob leaned back in his chair, sighing with satisfaction. "I'm just glad we didn't have another Michael Han showdown. One more, and I might've snapped."

Emily laughed. "Let's hope we've seen the last of him."

As the group slowly drifted off to their rooms, one thing was certain: their Vegas reunion had been chaotic, hilarious, and unforgettable. And as they settled into bed, they knew one thing for sure:

Vegas had thrown its best and worst at them, but they had survived—with full stomachs, lighter wallets, and a whole lot of stories to tell.

And if Michael Han showed up again?

Well, they'd deal with him... again.