A/N: I decided to take a bit of break from writing Broken on the Inside to write this Hangover story. I'm getting Writer's Block again and I'm hoping that this will fix it all.

Yes, I am jumping on the Phil/Doug's sister band wagon, but I think some of them are really good, so I thought I'd throw my hat in the ring and give it a try myself.


Chapter One: Something I Know I'll Regret

"Hey, you've reached Doug. Sorry I missed your call, please leave a name and number and I'll get back to you."

"Hi, you've reached Dr. Stuart Price with Divine Dentistry. Please leave a message after—"

"Hey, this is Phil. Leave me a message or don't. Do me a favour, don't text me. It's gay."

"This is the phone of Angelica Billings. I can't reach my phone right now, probably cause of my best friend the soon to be Tracy Billings, leave me a name and number and I'll see if I want to get back to you and Phil, stop calling me."

Tracy hung up the phone. All four numbers she tried went straight to voice. The hairdresser was getting her ready for the wedding ceremony that'll be happening in only a matter of hours and her maid of honour, the three groom's men and the groom were nowhere to be seen.

"Anything," her mother asked, as she closed the curtains, that she previously been looking through.

"I tried them all," Tracy answered, "It keeps going straight to voicemail." She was beginning to worry. She had asked Angelica to join them, so that they would return to the house on time for the ceremony, but it seemed that even Angelica couldn't control Doug and his friends.

"Well there has to be an explanation," her mother started.

"Sweetie, its Vegas. You lose track of time in casinos. There's no window, there's no clocks. He's probably on a heater. And you never walk away from the table when you're on a heater," her father interrupted.

"You do if you're getting married," her mother snapped back. Her hands were on her hips. Tracy's cell phone begins to ring. She jumps and quickly grabs it, pressing the answer button.


"Ahem, Tracy, it's Phil."

"Phil, where the hell are you guys? Ang, said you'd be home by now and I'm freaking out," she snapped into the phone, quickly standing up.

"Yeah, listen, uh…we fucked up," Phil continued, a couple of guys standing behind him with a short light brunette haired woman and a closed to demolished blue antique Mercedes.

"What are you talking about," Tracy asked. She now began to pace the bridal suite her mother, following close behind her.

"The bachelor party, the whole night. It…things got out of control, uh…and we lost Doug."

"What," Tracy asked. Anger became evident on her face.

"We can't find Doug."

"What are you saying Phil. We're getting married in five hours," Tracy said, her eyes beginning to grow exceptionally large.

"Yeah…That's not gonna happen."

Two days earlier…

"Tracy! No, I am not doing this. Do you know how weird it'll be for my brother, having his twin sister, who is best friends with his bride to be at his bachelor party? A party might I add that he's suppose to let loose and not have to worry about his bride to be knowing all the crazy shit he did that night," a short brunette woman argued, as the seamstress measured her waist for a second time.

"I know Angelica…I know, but my brother is going with them and you know what Alan's like," Tracy said, as she sipped at the champagne her mother had brought her and Angelica, while they tried on their dresses.

"Yes, I know, but that doesn't explain why I of all people have to go, why don't you send your cousin or something," Angelica whined, as the seamstress helped her out of her maid of honour dress.

"You're Doug's twin sister; you two are like two peas in a pod, inseparable since birth. Please…" Tracy begged, "No one will think it weird you being there."

"I'm pretty sure I can think of one person off top of my head," Angelica muttered. She had dated her brother's best friend Phil, all through her freshman and sophomore year of college, until they both got really drunk one night and cheated on one another. Their relationship was never the same after that. It was constant bickering or dirty looks and snarky comments.

"Phil," Tracy said knowingly. Angelica nodded.

"Don't worry, he just finalized his divorce. I'm pretty sure he'll have other things on his mind." Tracy stepped onto the platform as the seamstress brought out the bridal gown. That was the end of the argument. Angelica Billings was going and she wasn't going to be able to argue herself out of it and that was that.

"You won't regret this."

"I doubt it."

"To my left a little. Thank you," said tailor as he measured the waist of Tracy's brother Alan. Alan watched him intently, holding his hands behind his back. Doug was standing in front of his looking at how his jacket fit. The tailor bent down to measure the pant leg.

"Whoa, watch it pervert," Alan snapped, stepping away from the tailor who was looking at him in bewilderment. Alan looked at Doug, was staying completely calm.

"Alan, he's just doing your inseam," Doug explained, as he buttoned up his suit jacket.

"He's getting very close to my shaft," Alan snapped, looking down at the tailor, who just shook his head giving up. The pants fit and he wasn't going to make this any more difficult that it already was becoming.

"All done. You can change now," the tailor said, gathering his things. Doug took a deep breath and rubbed his hands together as he thanked the tailor, before he exited. Doug clapped his hands together.

"All right, buddy. We should get a move on," Doug said, as he began to change out of the suit he would be wearing in a couple of day's time.

"You know, Doug, I was thinking…If you wanna go to Vegas without me, that is totally cool, you know," Alan said. He was silently hoping that Doug would still let him go, but he wasn't going to make Doug do anything that he didn't want to.

"What are you talking about," Doug asked, as he undid the cufflinks.

"You know Phil and Stu, they're your buddies and Angelica is your sister and it's your bachelor party," he started again. He looked a little uncomfortable.

"Come on, Alan. Those two love you and Angelica has known you since her and Tracy started at UCLA together," Doug said, wanting to end this.

"And also, I don't want you to feel like you have to hold back, even more with your sister and your wife's brother's there. I just—"

"It's not like that," Doug interrupted. He looked up quickly at Alan smiling. He then suddenly became extremely uncomfortable, when he saw what Alan had been wearing under the dress pants.

"It's not like that," Doug started again, "I already told you, Alan. Okay? We're just spending the night in Vegas. It's no big deal. Besides you're not just my wife's brother, you're my brother now."

"I want you to know, Doug, I'm a steel trap." Whatever happens tonight, I will never, ever, ever, speak a word of it," Alan said, extremely seriously. He still hadn't put on any pants and Doug was feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"Okay. Yeah, I got it. Thank you. I don't think that-"

"Seriously," Alan interrupted again, "I don't care what happens. I don't care if we kill someone."


"You heard me. It's Sin City," Alan continued, now standing extremely close to Doug, as he fixed his underwear, making Doug even more uncomfortable, "I won't tell a soul."

"Okay. I got it. Thank you."

"No, thank you,' Alan said, hugging a very uncomfortable Doug. Doug patted him on the back twice.

"I love you so much."

Angelica and Doug stood with Tracy and Alan's father, Sid in front of the garage that held his most prized possession. Doug was carrying both of their bags, while Angelica fiddled with her phone, sending extremely angry texts to her best friend.

"No Sid," Doug breathed, as Sid opened the garage door. Angelica pushed her sunglasses away from her eyes. Doug dropped their bags and both of them turned to the man who was like a second father to Angelica, in shock that Sid was going to be letting them take his car to Vegas for this bachelor party.

"Really," Doug asked.

"Come one, we're family now. Not that you weren't family before Ang," Sid said, as he wrapped an arm around her, while Doug stared at the car in complete shock.

"Are you sure? I mean, you love this car," Angelica asked.

"Ang, Doug, it's just a car," Sid said shrugging, "Just make sure to put some Armor All on the tires so the sand doesn't seep in."

"Absolutely. That's easy," Doug promised, while Angelica looked at the car appreciatively.

"Oh, and uh, don't let Alan drive, because there's something wrong with him," Sid said nodding over to his son, who was sitting in drive way, making out with the family dog. Angelica grimaced at the sight, but said nothing.

"Oh, and Phil either. I don't like him."

"Don't worry I don't like him much either," Angelica said, poking her tongue out at her brother's look, "We will be the only ones driving this car. We promise." Angelica walked over to stand beside Doug.

"Good," Sid said, tossing the keys to Angelica, but Doug intercepted the throw. Angelica playfully glared at her brother, but smiled. She'd let him drive there, but she was definitely driving back tomorrow.

"Remember, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas," Sid said, placing his hands in his pockets. The twins smiled at him widely.

"Except for herpes. That shit'll come back with you," he said seriously.

"All right. Hold on. I still need some of your permission slips…and ninety dollars for the field trip to the Griffith Observatory next weekend. Pay now, or forever regret missing out on the experience of a lifetime, guys," Phil said, as he dismissed his class.

"You're good," he said, as he pointed to one of his students, as more continued to pass him envelopes filled with cash.

"Here you go, Mr. Wenneck," said one his students as he exited.

"Thanks Russ…thanks. Thanks, Bobbitt, way to go," he said as continued to take the cash. After all of his students exited the classroom. He reached into one of his desk drawers, and pulled out an envelope that was labelled Vegas. He opened it and quickly added the rest of the cash that his class and given to him. He quickly shoved everything into his bags and left the classroom.

In front of the school, Doug, Angelica and Alan sat in the Mercedes, waiting for Doug. Angelica sat in the back, nodding her head along with the music that she was listening to on her IPod.

"Do you have to park so close," Alan asked, after clearing his throat and hiding his face with his hand. Angelica removed her ear phones at the sound of Alan clearing his throat.

"Yeah. What's wrong," Doug asked, giving Angelica this weird look. Angelica shook her head and shrugged before throwing her IPod into her purse.

"I shouldn't be here."

"Why is that, Alan," Angelica asked, as she brushed her hand through her hair to get it out of her face.

"I'm not supposed to be within 200 of a school," he answered. Angelica and Doug shared a look.

"What," Doug asked completely confused.

"Or a Chuck E. Cheese." Angelica shook her head and put her head in hands. She knew that Tracy's brother was weird, but this…this was a whole new level. It was then that Phil exited the school. He put on his sunglasses and walked towards the car.

"Mr. Wenneck, I was-"

"It's the weekend, Budnick. I don't know you. You do not exist," Phil interrupted without stopping his walk to the car. Doug widen his arms, while Angelica just rolled her eyes. She couldn't stand the sound of his voice and she sure as hell was regretting putting her IPod in her purse, and regretting even more that she let Tracy talk her into having to spend time with Phil Wenneck.

"Shit," he muttered. Doug let out a laugh.

"Nice car," Phil said, as he walked down the stone steps.

"Yeah, Doug agreed. Angelica moved to the other side of the car. Phil threw his suitcase into the backseat and it would have hit her if Doug didn't have quick reflexes. She took a deep breath. She didn't want to be here with him, but she was going to have to grin and bear it…for Tracy and even more so for Doug.

"I'm driving," Phil said, as he went to get into the car.

"Whoa, no chance, buddy—" Doug went to say, as Phil climbed into the car, steeping onto the door and then onto the leather seat. Angelica took another deep breath and counted to ten.

"God, will you watch the leath-"

"Shut up and drive before these nerds ask me another quest-" He went to look around and saw who he was sitting beside.

"What the fuck is she doing here," he snapped at Doug.

"Nice to see you too, Phil," Angelica snapped, glaring at him. Doug groaned softly from the front seat. He knew that they weren't going to get along short of a nuclear attack and was inwardly cursing Tracy for talking him into taking his sister.

"She's my sister and she has a name Phil and Angelica is coming with us to Vegas," Doug explained, as he shared a look with Angelica in the rear-view mirror.

"Why didn't you tell me," Phil snapped again.

"Probably cause he knew you would act like this and trust me I wasn't happy when I found out I would have to spend time with my cheating bastard of an ex-boyfriend," Angelica snapped back. Doug groaned again. Alan looked between the pair in the backseat that were shooting daggers at one another.

"Oh, so that's," Phil paused to look at his watch, "that's a new record. Thirty seconds and the cheating comes up. Need I remind you, who else cheated that night."

"You're an ass," she snapped.

"And you're a bitch."

"Hey that's my sister," Doug snapped.

"Whatever Doug, just go, the sooner we pick up Stu, the sooner this bachelor party can start and the sooner it ends and I can get away from Phil the backstabbing son of a bitch," she said extremely sarcastically, reaching into her purse to find her IPod, quickly putting on the song she knew that Phil hated, and quickly began to sing along.

"Ooh boy I love you so, never ever gonna let you go, once I get my hands you…ooh boy, I love you so, never ever ever gonna let you go, I hope you feel the same way too," she sang as Doug pulled away from the curb laughing, as she continued to sing at the top of her lungs, knowing that it would annoy Phil. Which it did.

Phil tried his best to not let it show.

"Who's this," he asked.

"It's Alan. Tracy's brother," Doug explained.

"I met you, like, four times," Alan said, turning around in his seat.

"Oh yeah," Phil said recognizing him a little bit, "How're you doing man?"

"Don't forget your Rogaine," said a woman in the kitchen at Stu's house.

"Rogaine, check," he called out, as he pulled it from his cabinet. He looked in the mirror and grimaced.

"And don't forget to use it," she called, pouring herself a cup of coffee, "I can totally tell when you forget, your hair just looks thinner." Stu rolled his eyes, as he walked out of the bathroom and over to his suitcase.

"Using of the Rogaine, check," he called out, zipping up his suitcase.

"And make sure to call right when you get to the hotel…not like that conference in Phoenix," she snapped, "I had to wait two hours for you to call me."

"Yeah, I was the keynote speaker. I was late to the podium."


"Yeah, you're totally right. I'm sorry." Stu leaned in to kiss, but she turns away from him and walks into the living room, leaving Stu standing in the kitchen.

"What is the matter," Stu asked, following her.

"I don't know," she answered, "I hope you're not gonna go to some strip club when you're up there."

"Melissa, we're going to Napa Valley," he reasoned, "I don't think they have strip clubs in wine country."

"Well, I'm sure if there is on, Phil will sniff it out." She sighs, putting her coffee down.

"It's not gonna be like that. Besides, you know how I feel about that sort of thing," he tells her. She gets this disgusted looks on her face.

"I know, I know. It's just boys and their bachelor parties, it's gross."

"You're right, it is gross."

"Not to mention it's pathetic."


"Those places are filthy."


"And the worst part is…that little girl…grinding and dry humping the fucking stage up there…"

"That's somebody's daughter up there," the both say.

"I was just going to say that," Stu said.

"See? I just wish your friends were as mature as you."

"They are mature, actually. You just have to get to know them better." Then there was a call from outside the house.

"Paging Dr. Faggot! Dr. Faggot!"

"I should go," Stu said, as soon as the uncomfortable silence passed.

"That's a good idea, Dr. Faggot."

"Have a good weekend. I'm gonna miss you," Stu said, leaning in to give Melissa another kiss, only to be denied once more. He decided he'd kiss her shoulder.

Soon the five-some were barrelling down the highway in Sid's Mercedes and Angelica was still bopping along to her music, refusing any drink that Phil tried to pass her. Stu was sitting in the middle, so that Angelica and Phil wouldn't start fighting again. Alan stood in the front seat.

"Whoo! Road trip," Alan screams, "Vegas! Vegas, baby!" He points and screams at the passing cars. One car pulled beside the antique Mercedes and there was a little blonde girl inside. She continued to glare at Alan as he continued to point and scream Vegas, causing the rest of the guys to laugh. The blonde girl flipped Alan the finger, when he called her nuts. He looked quite affronted and sat back down in his seat.

Stu tried to pull Angelica's earphones out. She hadn't even noticed him the entire car ride. He knew the basics of what happened that night, five years ago, but he had no idea how much she truly hated Phil.

"Come on, just till Barstow. Everyone is passing us," Phil screamed, causing Angelica to glare at him and pull out her earphones. She went to put them in her purse, where had originally been where Stu was sitting.


"Finally notice me, little Angel," Stu said smiling, giving her hug. Phil scoffed at the name.

"Please she's anything but," he muttered, loud enough for only Stu to hear him.

"Absolutely not. Ang and I promised Sid. We will be the only ones driving this car. Besides, you're drinking," he said, keeping his eyes on the road the entire time.

"Oh, what are you, a cop now? You know I drive great when I'm drunk," Phil said. Angelica rolled her eyes.

"That's true. Don't forget. Phil was always our designated drunk driver, after he and…" Stu trailed off. Angelica tensed beside him, while Phil just scowled. Their previous relationship had been such a big part of their group's shenanigans that it was hard to ignore it completely.

"Yeah," Doug said fondly, "You wanna explain it to them, Alan?"

"Guys, my dad loves this car, more than he loves me, so yeah."

"Aw, whatever. I left my kid at home so I could go with you guys to Vegas," Phil said, "You know how difficult that was?"

"That's really sweet, Phil," Alan commented. Doug agreed.

"Dude, I was being sarcastic. I fucking hate my life. I'm divorced with a son who probably hates me. I may never go back. I might stay in Vegas," Phil explained.

"Here we go," Angelica muttered. Stu laughed. It was obvious how much Angelica and Phil were made for one another. Well obvious to everyone…but them.

"Doug, you should enjoy yourself, because come Sunday, you're gonna start dying just a little bit every day."

"Yeah. That's why I've managed to stay single this whole time, you know," Alan added. Angelica rolled her eyes. There were so many reasons why he was single, but that…that was not one of them.

"Oh really," Stu asked, seeing Angelica's eye roll, "That's why you're single?"


"Cool. Good to know."

"Am I all right over there, Alan," Doug asked, wanting to change lanes.

"Yeah, you're good." A truck honks and Angelica screams. Something inside of Phil clenches when he heard it. He shook his head. No he hated her. He's hated her since the end of sophomore year.

"Jesus Christ," Doug screamed.

"Oh my god," Stu said, wrapping an arm around Angelica, who had slowly began to hyperventilate and inwardly curse Tracy.

"That was awesome," Alan laughed. Angelica glared at him. If he hadn't been Tracy's brother, she probably would have killed him.

"That was not awesome. What's wrong with you," she screamed. Stu unwrapped his arm from around her.

"That was insane. We almost just died," Stu snapped.

"You should have seen your face," Alan laughed, "Classic."

"That's funny," Phil laughed, causing Stu and Angelica to look at him.

"That's not funny," Doug said, shaking his head and the sharing a look with Angelica through the mirror again to make sure, she's okay.

The group stopped at a gas station, where they decided to refuel the car and their snacks and drinks. Angelica walked over to the Ladies' Washroom. Phil watched her as she did, not bothering to spare him a glance. Doug saw the way that Phil looked at Angelica.

"Dude, she's my sister. I know all about your history, but can you just be nice to her for a change, she's going through a lot right now," Doug explained, as he watched her exit the bathroom and grab herself a cup of coffee.

Outside by the gas pump, Alan was standing there, reading his gambling book, when an older gentleman walked up to him, whistling as he looked at the car.

"Boy, you've got a sweet ride there."

"Don't touch it," Alan snapped, "Don't even look at it. Go on, get out. You heard me. Don't look at me, either. Yeah, you better walk on."

"He's actually kind of funny," Phil said, as him and Doug watched him from the line in the gas station. Angelica stood in front of them slightly. She hated being near Phil after the past five years.

"Yeah, he means well," Doug answered, as they stepped forward to let the cashier scan their items.

"I'll hit an old man in public," they heard Alan shout.

"Is he all there? Like, mentally?"

"I think so, but if you ask Ang, no. He's just an odd guy. You know, he's kind of weird," Doug answered.

"I mean, should we be worried?"


"All right."

"No. Tracy did mention that we shouldn't let him gamble. Or drink too much. And if he does to not let him near my sister, because according to both her and Ang he has unhealthy obsession over her," Doug explained, pulling his wallet from his pocket, only for it to be pushed back in his pocket by Angelica. Phil didn't like hearing about Alan having an obsession with Angelica. It made the clenching feeling he had earlier come back.

"Jesus, he's like a gremlin. Comes with instructions and shit," Phil complained.

"And one water," Stu added, placing the bottle on the counter.

"All good with Melissa," Doug asked.

"Oh yeah," Stu answered, "Told her, we're two hours outside of wine country and she bought it. Oh, and Ang, if she speaks to you, you weren't here." Angelica nodded, though she doubted Melissa would even speak to her. They had hated each other ever since high school when they first met, and Stu and Angelica shared all of their AP classes together.

"Don't you think it's strange you've been in a relationship for three years and you have to lie about Vegas," Phil asked leaning against the counter, a little too closely for Angelica's liking, causing her to shift closer to her brother, who just shook his head, but ignored it.

"Yeah I do, but trust me; it's not worth the fight." Angelica rolled her eyes. She always knew that Melissa was a conniving, controlling bitch.

"Oh, so you can't go to Vegas, but she fuck a bellhop on a Carnival Cruise Line," Angelica asked, taking a sip of her coffee. Phil looked at her and then back to Stu. This was the only thing; they could continue to agree on, even after they broke up.

"Hey," Doug said, trying to cut the two of them off.

"Okay," Stu began, "first of all, he was a bartender. And she was wasted."

"That seems to be the go to lie for all female cheaters," Phil snapped, lolling his head to look at Angelica. She glared at him, looked at the coffee she had in her hands and went to dump it on his head and she would have been successful, if Doug hadn't grabbed the coffee from her.

"And if you must know, he didn't even cum inside her."

"And you believe that," Angelica scoffed, before grabbing her coffee from Doug and flipping Phil off, before she walked back to the car and took the front passenger seat, much to Alan's complaint. Grabbing her purse and shoving her headphones back in her head.

"Uh, yeah, I do believe that, because she's grossed out by semen." Both Doug and Phil paused and shook their heads in disbelief.

"That'll be 32.50," the cashier said.

"It's 32.50, you gunna pay for it,' Phil asked, turning to Stu.

They continued their drive to Vegas, this time with Angelica in the front seat and Phil sitting behind Doug, with Alan in the middle seat and Stu behind Angelica. She had fallen asleep a few miles back and her headphones were still in and according to her iPod she was listening to Mary J. Blige's Be Without You.

"It says here, that we should work in teams. Who wants to be my spotter," Alan asked, as he read through his book. Angelica completely ignored what he said, not being able to hear him.

"I don't think you should be doing too much gambling tonight, Alan," Doug said, as he continued to drive.

"Gambling? Who said anything about gambling? It's not gambling when you know you're gonna win. Counting cards is a foolproof system."

"It's also illegal," Stu added.

"It's not illegal, it's frowned upon, like masturbating on an airplane," Alan fired back.

"I'm pretty sure that's illegal too," Phil decided to add.

"Yeah, maybe after 9/11, where everybody got so sensitive. Thanks a lot, Bin Laden," Alan said, causing everyone, minus Angelica to look at him. The entire time, Angelica slowly began to wake up.

"What's not illegal," she asked yawning.

"Nothing, don't worry about it," Doug answered. His sister was a lawyer, she would get them to stop fighting, but as soon as she did, she and Phil would start. It just wasn't worth it.

"Either way, you gotta be super smart to count cards, buddy, okay," Doug said, trying to put it end to it all. Angelica yawned again. She hadn't been sleeping lately. Her latest case had some gruesome facts and they would give her nightmares.

"Oh, really," Alan asked.

"It's not easy," Doug explained.

"Well maybe we should tell that to Rain Man because he practically bankrupted a casino, and he was a ruhtard," Alan shot back.

"What," Stu asked.

"He was a ruhtard," Alan repeated.

"Retard," Doug corrected, causing Angelica and Phil to chuckle and then quickly stop, when they noticed they both found Alan's mispronunciation funny.

Doug pulled up in front of Cesar's palace and the five of them got out of the car. Doug threw the keys to the valet, as they got their luggage out of the trunk.

"Hi welcome to Cesar's," said the woman at the front desk.


"Checking in," she asked.

"Yeah. We have a reservation under Dr. Price," Stu said, as he leaned over the front desk with the rest of the group.

"Okay, let me look that up for you," she said, as she began to search the computer in front of her.

"Dr. Price," Phil asked, "Stu, you're a dentist, okay? Don't try and get fancy."

"It's not fancy, if it's true."

"He's a dentist. Don't get too excited. And if, uh, someone has a heart attack, you should still call 911," Phil said to the lady.

"We'll be sure to do that," she assured them. Angelica rolled her eyes.

"Can I ask you a question," Alan asked, "Do you know if the hotel's pager-friendly?"

"What do you mean," she asked.

"I'm not getting a sig on my beeper."

"I'm not sure," she said.

"Is there a payphone bank? Bunch of payphones? Business."

"Um, there's a phone in your room."

"That'll work," Alan said, stepping back a bit from the desk.

"So I have the four of you in a two-bedroom suite on the 12th floor. And I have you miss in a one bedroom suite also on the 12th floor, is that okay" she asked.

"It sounds perfect," said both Doug and Angelica.

"Actually, I was wondering if you had any villas available," Phil asked. Doug looked at him in confusion, while Angelica rolled her eyes. This was usual Phil behaviour, always going the extra mile, when it was definitely not needed.

"We're not even gonna be in the room," Stud said.

"It's unnecessary," Doug added.

"It's no big deal. We can share beds. It's one night," Stu continued. Angelica rolled her eyes again. She knew that Phil wouldn't be okay with that and since she was getting her own room anyway it didn't seem like a big deal for her. The guys could share rooms for one night.

"If we're sharing beds, I'm rooming with Ang," Alan said. Phil had to cough to cover up the laugh that was threatening to come out. He knew how much Angelica would love that, but that clenching had come back. He knew that Doug had said that Tracy and Ang thought that he had an unhealthy obsession for her.

"You good with that," he asked.

"No, I'M not good with that," Phil interrupted, before Angelica could say anything, surprising her and both Stu and Doug, "Guys, we are not sharing beds. What are we, 12 years old? Lisa, I apologize. How much is the villa?"

"Well, we have one villa available, and it's 4200 for the night," she said, after she looked through her computer.

"Is it awesome," Alan asked.

"It's pretty awesome," Lisa answered.

"We'll take it," Phil answered, turning to Stu, "Give her your credit card."

"I can't give her my credit card," Stu replied.

"We'll split it," Doug said, going to pull out his wallet, only for his hand to be smacked away by Angelica.

"Are you crazy," she asked, "No, this is on them. They wanted to throw a bachelor party for you in Vegas."

"You don't get it. Melissa checks my statements."

"Well, we just need a credit card on file," Lisa interrupted, "We won't charge you until check out, so you can figure it out then."

"That's perfect. Thank you, Lisa. We'll deal with it tomorrow. Come on."

"Fine," Stu said giving in. He pulled his wallet out his pocket.

"Can I ask you another question," asked Alan.


"You probably get this a lot," Alan continued, "This isn't the real Caesars Palace, is it?"

"What do you mean," Lisa asked, completely confused by the question. Angelica rolled her eyes, and banged her head softly a couple of times on the front desk, causing Doug to rub her back sympathetically.

"Did, uh…did Caesar live here?"

"Um, no."

"I didn't think so."

Stu swiped the card that allowed them into the suite. Doug had talked Phil into carrying Angelica's bag , since none of them wanted to her to carry it and Stu had linked arms with her. Angelica didn't trust Alan with her bags and Doug had already carried it into the hotel.

Stu and Angelica's mouth dropped open.

"Holy shit," they breathed when they saw the view from the villa.

"Now, this is Vegas," Phil said, slapping Stu on the back. He dropped Angelica's bag at her feet. She glowered at him, but picked it up and walked into the nearest room. Locking it behind her, as she did.

"Oh my—this place is enormous," Doug said, as he walked in.

"Now we're talking," Phil said, as he took in the view.

"Is this all one suite," Doug asked, as he looked around, "Thank you, guys. Or should I say, 'Thank you, Stu?"

"You're welcome. It's only because I love you," Stu said, as he pointed at Doug. Phil clapped his hands together.

"Okay, ladies," he paused," AND ANGELICA, pick a room, get dress. Let's be ready in 30 minutes."

Angelica smiled as she curled her hair. She was going to forget everything that happened between her and Phil and have fun tonight. She was going to go out and celebrate her brother getting married to her college best friend and she was going to get drunk and hopefully not end up in the room tonight.

On the bed was a tight black dress, with a silver cami and strap sandals and a black clutch. On the dresser was the diamond necklace, Doug got her for her birthday and a pair of diamond earring she got when she was sixteen from Stu. She heard someone knock on the door. She put her curling iron down and walked over to the door, clutching her robe closed, she opened the door a minimal level. On the other side of the door was Phil.

"What do you want," she snapped.

"We got to share," he whispered.


"If I bunk with Doug, it'll just be you this, you that. If I bunk with Stu, it'll be me trying to talk him out of being with Melissa and I am not bunking with Alan," Phil said, as she leaned against the door frame. She looked at him. She opened the door.

"The couch is a pull-out, you can sleep on that," she snapped, before walking back in the bathroom to finish curling her hair. She slowly finished and walked back out to see Phil already dressed, sitting on the bed holding her purse.

"Didn't I buy you this," he asked, holding it out to her. She snatched it away from him.

"Yes," she said, before grabbing her dress of the bed, and walking into the bathroom. She unzipped the zipper and slowly slipped into it. She went to pull the zipper up, when she realized she couldn't reach it. She didn't want to call Phil into help her, but he was the only one to do so.

"Phil," she called.

"Yeah," he answered.

"I need some help," she said honestly. He walked into the bathroom to see her struggling to get the zipper. He chuckled, but then walked up behind her, and finished zipping up the dress. She turned around quickly, and he was still standing quite close to her.

"Oh," she said, as she stumbled backwards. He quickly caught her.

"Angie," he whispered, causing her to look up at him. He hadn't called her that in years. They would always use it when they were alone together.

"Truce," he asked. She nodded. It was best for the both of them. She walked out of the bathroom and over to the bed. She draped her camisole over her shoulders and put on her jewellery and shoes. Grabbing her purse she walked out of her room.

"I just wish you could see this place, because you, of all people, would love it," Stu said, on his cell phone, when walked out of the shower in his underwear, while he dried his hair.

"Yeah. No, it's so quaint. Yeah, no, there's no TVs, no phones. They just have these cute little antique radios in all the rooms. Yeah." Phil, Angelica and Doug walked into Stu's room smiling, until they saw him still not ready.

"What else? Um…We met the, uh, proprietor." Phil began to mutter under his breath.

"What's his name? Um, Caesar. Palacè. Yeah, like the salad." Phil tapped on his watch. It was then that Doug took a look at what Angelica was wearing.

"You clean up nice," he said laughing.

"Always the tone of surprise," she joked. He gave her a hug.

As he pulled away, he whispered in her ear, "Did you know, you and Phil match?" She looked at Doug and then at Phil. They did match. She shook her head and shrugged.

"Okay. Well, listen, I gotta go, because we're gonna hit this wine tasting. Okay. Wait, wait. I love you. Okay. Bye." Stu hung up his phone.

"I'm not even gonna say anything, it's so embarrassing," Phil muttered. Angelica looked at him. He looked back at her, with a look that clearly said 'What?'

"Where's Alan," Stu asked, as he rubbed something on his arm.

"He, uh, he went downstairs," Doug answered, "He said he had to grab a few things."

"Good, because I have something to show you," Stu said, posing quickly before he walked over to his bag. Angelica and Doug shared a look. This was either going to be really bad or really stupid. Stu opened a small box. Both Angelica and Phil's eyes went wide.

"Uh-oh," Doug said, reaching for the box.

"What the hell is that," Phil asked.

"What do you think it is," Stu answered.

"If it's what he thinks it is, we both think it's a big fucking mistake," Angelica said, as she looked at the ring over Doug's shoulder.

"I'm going to propose to Melissa at your wedding. After the ceremony," he explained to Doug.

"Stuey, congratulations!"

"Thank you, Doug," Stu replied, as he pulled on a pair of pants.

"That's a beautiful ring," Angelica said, as she looked at it extremely closely.

"Yeah. It's my grandmother's. She made it all the way through the Holocaust with that thing. It's legit."

"Wait, have you not listened to anything I have ever said," Phil asked, clearly having enough of what was being said, about Stu and Melissa getting married.

"Phil, we've been dating for three years. It's time. This is how it works."

"A, that is bullshit," Angelica answered for Phil, shocking Doug and Stu.

"And B, she is a complete bitch," Phil continued.

"Hey, that's his fiancée," Doug interrupted, slapping Phil on the foot.

"What? It's true. It's true. You know it's true. She beats him," said Phil getting up. Angelica looked to Stu. She had worked a few spousal abuse cases in the past couple of years. That wasn't to be taken lightly.

"That was twice, and I was out of line. She's strong-willed. And I respect that." Angelica shook her head, while Phil was just amazed, how someone could be that much in denial.

"He's in denial. Not to mention, she fucked a sailor," Phil pleaded trying to make his case.

"Hey, he wasn't a sailor. He was a bartender on a cruise ship. You know that," Doug said sarcastically.

"Guys, I'm standing right here. So I can hear everything that you're saying," Stu said, as he placed his deodorant back on his bed. Angelica shook her head again.

"Hey, guys. You ready to let the dogs out." Alan asked, when he walked back in.

"What," Angelica and Phil asked, at the same time causing them to look at one another and then look away again.

"Do what," Doug asked.

"Let the dogs out. You know," Alan explained, "Who let the dogs out, who? Who?" He was dancing like he needed to go to the bathroom. Angelica's brow furrowed as she watched him. She was amazed that his parents even let him out of the house.

"Who brought this guy along," Phil asked.

"Yes, Alan, we are ready to let the dogs out. Hey congrats," Doug finished, turning to Stu. Stu quickly thanked him and finished getting ready.

Phil pressed the button on the elevator and they all stood around and waited for the elevator. Alan shook his head, so that his hair would leave his face, and jutted out his hip and placed his hand on it. Phil looked at the purse that Alan had around his shoulder.

"You're not really wearing that, are you," he asked.

"Wearing what?"

"The man purse. You're actually gonna wear that or are you guys fucking with me," Phil asked turning to Angelica, Stu and Doug.

"It's where I keep all my things. I get a lot of compliments on this. Plus it's not a man-purse. It's called a satchel," Alan explained. Angelica just shook her head again and looked towards the elevator, willing it to come already.

"Indiana Jones wears one," Alan continued.

"So does Joy Behar," Angelica muttered. The elevator arrived and it opened to see a couple already in there.

"We're going up, guys," the gentleman said, when he saw them. Phil pushed them all on to the elevator.

"Yeah, that's perfect,: Phil answered.

"Really," Stu asked.

"We're going up," Doug asked. Angelica shrugged. The guy that had already been on the elevator then turned to her and began brushing his hand, up and down her arm and wrapped the other around his waist and began whispering something in her ear that the guys couldn't hear. She looked to Stu or Phil to help her.

"Don't touch my girl, ass hole," Phil said, stepping towards them slightly and pulled Angelica towards him and away from the guy. She mouthed thank you to him, when the guy and the girl got off, but Phil kept his hand on her waist, the rest of the ride on the elevator. Doug's jaw clenched. He had no idea what was happening, but Angelica was his sister and he didn't want her to get hurt.

"I'm just saying, it's clearly marked, okay? We are definitely not supposed to be up here," Stu said, as he held the door open for Alan and Doug, Angelica already having gone through with Phil.

"Come on Stu, we're paying for a villa. We can do whatever the fuck we want," Phil said, as he walked over to a ladder.

"Yeah, but-"

"Just wedge the door open," Phil interrupted, "Guys, come on up here." He nudged Angelica in the shoulder and pointed to the ladder, as if to say 'Ladies First.' She shook her head.

"Nope, the three of you up first," she said, pointing to Alan, Phil and Stu," And then me, because I know Doug won't look up my dress and he'll catch me if I fall." Phil just shook his head and climbed the latter, soon followed by Alan.

"Fine," Stu mumbled as he did, and wedged the door open, before he climbed up the ladder.

"How the hell did you find this place," Doug asked, when he and Angelica finally climbed up the ladder.

"Don't worry about it," Phil answered.

"You all right," Doug asked Angelica, when he saw he playing with the heel of her shoe.


"Look at the view up here," Doug said, as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"You happy," Phil asked. They shook hands.

"This is great."

"Whoa," Stu whistled, "Are you kidding?" The view was amazing. Phil chuckled. Angelica was entranced by the stars that had appeared that night.

"Alan, how we doing, buddy," Phil asked.


"What do you got over there, Alan," Doug asked, as Alan began to walk before them. Angelica and Stu were pointing at the different monuments.

"Uh-oh," Angelica joked when she saw what Alan was carrying.

"Right," Phil asked, as he took the bottle from Alan.

"A little Jägermeister," Doug said, "Good idea."

"Good call," Stu said, as he took the glass that Alan handed to him.

"On the roof," Doug said, as he also took the glass from Alan. Angelica nodded her thanks, as Phil opened the bottle.

"Um, no, this is good. I'd like to make a toast," Stu started, "To Doug and Tracy. May tonight be…but a minor speed bump in an otherwise very long and healthy marriage. Cheers."

The rest of the group called out their cheers. Doug and Angelica shared an identical smile after downing their shots.

"Short and sweet," Phil said, as he took his shot.

"Oh, it's like college," Doug said, causing Angelica to laugh. It really was. The only thing missing was, Tracy, her and Tracy in miniskirts and her hanging all over Phil.

"All right. I wanna talk about something," Phil started.

"All right," Doug said, giving Angelica a look.

"I want to-"

"I'd like to," Alan interrupted, causing everyone else to look at him, "I'd like to say something…that I prepared…tonight."

"All right, Alan," Stu said as Doug patted Phil on the shoulder. Angelica looked a little unsure at what Alan was going to say, but went with it anyway.

"Hello. How about that ride in? I guess that's why they call it Sin City. Ha ha. You guys might not know this, but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one-man wolf pack. But when my sister brought Doug and Angelica home, I knew they were two of my own. And my wolf pack, it grew by two. So were there three-So there were three of us in the wolf pack. I was alone first in the pack and then Doug and Angelica joined later. And six months ago…when Doug introduced me to you guys, I thought: Wait a second. Could it be? And now, I know for sure. I just added two more guys to my wolf pack." Angelica was laughing and had her head on Doug's shoulder. The rest of them were laughing as well.

"All right."

"All right."

"Five of us wolves…running around the desert together in Las Vegas…looking for strippers and cocaine. So tonight…I make a toast." Instead of raising his glass, Alan lifted a pocket knife. Angelica's eyes went wide, while the other's all took a step back.



"What do you got there," Doug asked. Alan took the knife to the palm of his hand and began to slit it. Doug wrapped an arm around Angelica's waist and pulled her back with them, faces of shock evident on all of their faces.

"Dude, what the fuck," Phil asked.

"What the hell are you doing," Doug asked. Alan groaned.

"What is that," Stu aksed.

"Blood brothers," Alan explained.

"Don't—why did you—" Stu stumbled he couldn't get the words out.

"Damn it," Angelica said. Alan went to hand Stu the knife. He looked at him like he was crazy.

"Alan, no," Doug said. Angelica had his hand clenched in hers pretty tight.

"No, I'm not doing that," Stu said.

"Go ahead, Stuart," Alan said, holding the knife out to Stu.

"Make him stop," Stu whined.

"Alan, we're not gonna cut ourselves. Give me the knife," Doug said, taking slow steps towards him, "Give me the knife. Slowly. Thank you. Okay. Thank you very much."

"You all right? Are you okay," Phil asked, "Do you need a doctor?" Alan shook his head, he was fine.

"He's fine, he's good," Doug assured the rest of them.

"I'm good," Alan agreed.

"Perfect. Alan, come here, buddy," Phil said, waving them all back into a tight circle.

"Get in here, crazy," Stu said. Phil poured them each another shot of Jägermeister.

"All right, to a night the five of us will never forget," Phil said smiling. They all clinked glasses, unaware of the mess that would soon await them in the morning.

A/N: First Chapter done. I'll probably have the next chapter up in a couple of days, depending on whether or not some inspiration hits me for Broken on The Inside. Reviews make me happy.