This is my first attempt at a Hangover Fanfiction. I had this idea stuck in my head for about a year and I've finally decided to actually write it out. Now, I'm not going to try to make it too cliché like with the other Doug's sister Hangover fictions. Instead, I've got something else planned out. Let's see how well this goes. Wish me luck!


Chapter 1: Some Guys Just Can't Handle Vegas


It was a gorgeous, sunny day, perfect for a wedding. Flower arrangements were being set. All the bridesmaids were dressing and getting ready for the wedding. A stunning, delicious three-tier white-wedding cake decorated with orange and yellow flowers sat still on a table. Everything was being all set and prepared for the beautiful event that would surely make everyone happy – well almost everyone.

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

"Hey, this is Mandy. Sorry I can't get to the phone right now but I'll call you back as soon as I get your message."

"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 favor, don't text me. It's gay."

Feeling worried and distressed, Tracy hung up the phone with a frown. She tried calling all four numbers but they all went straight to voicemail. This could not get any worse. Already preparing and dressing for the wedding, Tracy had the hairdresser already styling her hair but she was not happy in any way. Her groom and three groomsmen and maid of honor have not been heard from since the last twenty-four hours.

Knowing her daughter was in distress, Tracy's mother approached her slowly from her previous spot by the curtains, asking in a hopeful voice, "Anything?"

Putting down her phone, Tracy spoke, "I tried them all. It keeps going straight to voicemail."

Placing her hands on her hips, Tracy's mother replied, "Well, there has to be an explanation."

"Sweetie," Tracy's father, Sid, spoke in a humored voice, "It's Vegas. You lose track of time in casinos. There's no windows; there's no clocks. He's probably on a heater. And you never walk away from the table when you're on the heater." Sid waved a finger, looking back down to his magazine he was reading.

"You do if you're getting married." Tracy's mother argued.

Before she could speak any further, Tracy's cell phone began to ring. Peering down at the number, Tracy immediately answered, "Hello?"

"Ahem, Tracy, it's Phil."

Tracy instantly stood up from her seat, a predatory look in her eyes as she asked in a worried and pissed off voice, "Phil, where the hell are you guys? I'm freaking out. Where's Mandy? Put her on the phone!"

"Yeah, listen. Uh . . . we fucked up."

Stomping away from everyone, Tracy snapped into the phone, "What are you talking about?"

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

"What?"

"We can't find Doug."

"What are you saying, Phil?" Tracy began to panic, "We're getting married in five hours."

"Yeah . . . that's not gonna happen."


One Week Earlier . . .


"What?" Amanda widened her eyes, her hands accidentally messing up the grading on the paper she was grading on her classroom where she worked as a teacher at a Boarding School for girls. "You want me to do what?"

Tracy, who was sitting casually on one of the student's desks, winced at the tone of her sister's harsh voice, "Just for the sake of Alan. You know that I can't trust him alone with the boys."

Sighing frustrated, running a hand through her long, straight chestnut-brown hair, Amanda huffed as she tried to come up with an excuse before saying, "What about Doug? He's a good babysitter for Alan, don't you think? I believe that they're actually getting close."

Tracy gave Amanda a look, "Amanda, come on, its Doug's bachelor party. I know he's about to become my husband but I don't trust him to watch out for him in Vegas. Think about it, Amanda," Tracy said in a hopeful voice, "Alan can't be trusted, so that's why I want you to look out for him since he always listens to you."

"In what world," Amanda scoffed at her lame sister's excuse, "Look, Trace, I don't want to watch out for the bearded gremlin, besides, like you said yourself – it is Doug's bachelor party and you know what that means? No women allowed!"

"Please, Mandy," Tracy could've begged on her knees if she wanted to as she hopped from the desk and approaching Amanda who sat at her desk, trying to focus on grading the student's assignments. "I really need your help and as my maid of honor, I suggest you do as I say."

Amanda almost rolled her doe-brown eyes at Tracy, "Trace, no matter how much you beg it ain't happening."

"Amanda . . ." Tracy complained in a whiny voice.

Slamming her marker down on the desk, Amanda stood up furiously, leaning eye-level with Tracy, "Okay then, what if I were to go to Vegas or better yet, how the hell am I supposed to tell Michael that I'm going to Vegas with the guys?"

"Then take him with you." Tracy suggested.

"No," Amanda shook her head furiously, "I am not going to take my boyfriend to Vegas along with the guys! Don't you know how much trouble that would be? For starters, Michael and Phil don't get along, period. And Michael can't stand Stu or basically any of the guys."

Tracy sighed, pondering to herself for a moment before coming up with an idea, "Then tell him that you're going to stay with me for a spa weekend."

"Awe," Amanda whined, not liking this situation one bit, "But I wanted to come with you and relax before the wedding. Not babysit my older brother in Vegas who possibly has severe mental issues! Jesus Christ!" Amanda immediately caught her tongue as one of her students stood in the doorway, looking slightly scared. Laughing lightly and nervously, Amanda planted a fake smile, "Hey Julie, what do you need, kiddo?"

The young girl hesitated before stuttering, "I was just wondering when our next test would be." The girl spoke in a slightly quivering voice.

"This Friday," Amanda answered her question, "Make sure you keep up with the good work and study."

Nodding understandingly, the girl turned and left the room rather quickly making Amanda glare at Tracy, "Great, Trace . . . you've succeeded into making me look like a bad role model for young girls, thank you very much." Amanda said in a sarcastic voice.

"Amanda, come on," Tracy pleaded, "I'll pay you if I have too."

"No," Amanda waved a hand, shaking her head softly at Tracy. She wasn't about to be paid by her own sister just to go to Vegas with the guys. "I just really don't want to go, Trace."

"Well, what's holding you back?" Tracy asked.

Rolling her eyes, Amanda replied, counting off her fingers, "Well A: Michael won't be happy about that. B: It's a bachelor party for fuck's sake and C: I don't like Phil."

Now it was Tracy's turn to roll her eyes, "A: Just tell Michael you're having a spa weekend with me. B: Get over it; you don't have to actually be with them as they party and C: You've tolerated Phil all these years from college, what difference does it make now?"

"Because," Amanda nearly scoffed, "Phil always tried to get me into bed with him in college and he's a douche and obnoxious and shouldn't even have a job as a teacher. I mean, I feel sorry for his kid—"

"Mandy," Tracy interrupted calmly, "Don't you think you're being a bit melodramatic?"

Amanda held up a finger calmly, "I don't even know what the fuck that means, so I'm not even going there."

"And yet, you're a teacher." Tracy smirked.

"Yeah, for an elementary school for girls," Amanda corrected as it all went to a shocking silence. Standing her ground, Tracy waited for Amanda to say something as Amanda tried to resume back to grading papers. After what it seemed like a while, Amanda's eyes slowly peered up to Tracy's awaiting ones before grunting in defeat, "Okay, fine! But if something bad happens, it's all on you!"

Squealing in excitement, Tracy hugged Amanda tightly, thanking her over and over.

But little did Amanda know that karma was ready to bite her in the ass.


5 Days later . . .


"To my left a little," The tailor spoke as he measured Alan, Tracy and Amanda's older brother, "Thank you."

Alan watched the tailor carefully, politely holding his hands behind his back. Across the room stood Doug, Tracy's fiancé, who was watching the tailor measure Alan's waist for what it seemed like the thousandth time.

Leaning down to measure his pant leg, his hands rising up with the tape, Alan flinched back, screeching, "Whoa, watch it, pervert!"

"It's okay, Alan," Doug spoke in the calmest voice he could muster, "He's just doing your inseam."

"He's getting very close to my shaft." Alan argued like a little child that he acted.

Ignoring Alan's complaints, the tailor spoke in a weary voice, "All done. You can change now."

Sighing in relief that that was over with, Doug thanked the tailor, "Right. Thanks, Floyd. Thank you very much."

Shrugging out of his tux, getting ready to leave for Vegas, Doug told Alan, "All right, buddy, we should get a move on. Better get Mandy first before the others since the school is close by."

"Mandy is coming with us?" Alan asked in an excited voice.

Doug nodded slowly as he has been over with this with Alan maybe numerous times, "Yes, Alan. I told you yesterday, remember? Even Mandy and Tracy had mentioned it."

"What about Amanda's boyfriend?" Alan asked yet another question.

"Well," Doug explained, "I guess Mandy told him that she was going to spend the weekend with Tracy and the girls for a spa weekend or something like that."

"But," Alan put on a sad face, looking like he was ready to cry, "I thought you just said that Mandy was coming with us to Vegas."

Doug sighed. Was this really a good idea to bring Alan along to Vegas? "No, Alan. Mandy is coming with us to Vegas but she's telling her boyfriend that she's going to be with Tracy when she's really going to be with us. Understand?"

"Oh," Alan nodded his head, taking off his jacket, "I understand now, Doug. But you know something, Doug, I was thinking . . . if you wanna go to Vegas without me, that is totally cool, you know?"

"What are you talking about?" Doug asked in a partially surprised voice.

"Well, you know. Phil and Stu, they're your buddies, and it's your bachelor party." Alan spoke in an uncertain voice.

"Come on, Alan," Doug smiled at Alan, "Those two love you."

"And also," Alan ignored Doug, continuing while pulling down his pants and, revealing his butt partially with his underwear that looked like a wedgie, "I don't want you to feel like you have to hold back because your wife's brother's there. I just—"

"It's not like that," Doug said before noticing Alan standing in all his glory, "It's not like that. I already told you, Alan. Okay? We're just spending the night in Vegas. It's no big deal. Besides, you're not just Mandy's or my wife's brother, you're my brother now." Doug explained, buttoning up his shirt.

Standing with his hands placed on his hips, Alan spoke to Doug, "I want you to know, Doug. I'm a steel trap. Whatever happens tonight, I will never, ever, ever, speak a word of it."

"Okay, yeah. I got it. Thank you. I don't think that—"

Alan cut of Doug in his sentence, slowly approaching him, "Seriously. I don't care what happens. I don't care if we kill someone." Alan said with a straight face.

"What?"

"You heard me. It's Sin City. I won't tell a soul."

Feeling a bit awkward, Doug nodded softly, "Okay, I got it. Thank you."

"No, thank you," Alan forced Doug into a hug as Doug awkwardly patted him on the back, "I love you so much."


Standing in front of the garage, Doug gaped in shock as the garage door opened to reveal Sid's Mercedes sitting perfectly, its shine gleaming in the daylight.

"No, Sid," Doug dropped his bag, staring unbelievably at the car in front of him, "Really?"

"Come on," Sid said in a hearty voice, "We're family now."

"Are you sure," Doug asked, making sure if it was alright with Sid. "I mean, you love this car."

"Doug," Sid shrugged carelessly, "It's just a car. Just make sure when you get there to put some Armor All on the tires so the sand doesn't seep in."

"Absolutely," Doug replied politely, "That's easy."

"Oh, and, uh, don't let Alan drive, because there's something wrong with him." Sid pointed to Alan who was sitting out in the driveway, making out with the family dog. "Oh and Phil either. I don't like him."

"Either Mandy and I will be the only ones driving this car. I promise."

"Not Amanda either," Sid immediately said, "She crashed her first car I got her when she was sixteen. Crashing it into a mailbox, I still wonder till this day how she managed to even do that."

Doug winced, correcting himself, "Okay, then I will be the only one driving this car."

"Good." Sid tossed the keys to Doug, "Remember, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."

"Ah," Doug laughed at Sid's joke.

Sid chuckled along with him too until he said with a straight face, "Except for herpes. That shit'll come back with you."


"Okay, girls," Amanda spoke over her class of fourth graders, as the bell finally rang after a long day, "Make sure you all remember to turn in your homework assignment next week. If you don't, then it's only half credit if you turn it in late, so please make sure that you all get your homework done soon please, instead of waiting at the last minute like some of you do."

The class of girls all nodded as they rise up and packed their bags. Amanda smiled at all the girls as they all walked out of the classroom, most waving bye and smiling at Amanda.

"Have a good weekend, Miss Garner." One of the students said before leaving.

"Thank you. You too," Amanda called out before the whole class was empty but her.

But this probably wouldn't be a good weekend for her. Talk about lying to her boyfriend that she's dated since the last year of college, having to sit in a long car ride on the way to Vegas, making sure Alan stays out of trouble. Talk about a living hell! Hopefully Phil wouldn't get on her nerves on the way to Vegas. Hopefully, no trouble would be caused in Vegas period.

She'd have to wait and see.

Once she was completely alone, Amanda grabbed her duffel bag from under her desk, placing it on her seat. Michael luckily got off work early and was home at their apartment. Deciding to check up on Michael real quick before she departed with the guys to Vegas, Amanda quickly dialed his number on her cell phone, hearing a few rings before a familiar voice picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey babe," Amanda spoke cheerily, "I was just letting you know that Tracy is picking me up from my work and we're off to the hotel for the weekend."

"Okay, that's cool, babe. I just got home. Work had been pretty bust today so I'm ready to crash into bed."

A small smile found its way on Amanda's lips, "I'm sorry about that but at least you worked hard today, the best you need is a good sleep before Tracy's wedding."

"Finally, I've been waiting forever for that 6 month planned wedding to end."

Amanda laughed, "Oh shut, up. I'm the one who's been working my ass off to make sure that everything was planned and ready for Tracy so I don't want to hear it."

"You're working too hard to make Tracy happy, Mandy. So this little mini vacation with Tracy should help calm you down before the wedding starts."

Amanda felt guilty of lying to Michael but she had no choice. It had to be done.

"Yeah, a little relaxing is what I need," Amanda lied, "So, I better go. Trace will be here soon and we'll just head off from there."

"All right, babe. Let me know when you get there safely."

"Will do, I better go, though. Love you."

"All right, love you too baby."

Shutting her cell phone shut, Amanda sighed in guilt. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. But she did promise Tracy that she would keep a cautious eye on Alan since he wasn't very – smart.

Especially since he's nothing but a retard – Amanda thought with an hmm.

Snapping out of her hazy thoughts, Amanda grabbed her duffel bag and purse, cleaning around her desk and around the room real quick before leaving her classroom alone for the weekend, locking the door behind her as she went.


Doug drove to Amanda's school first as tons of young girl students poured out of the building like a stampede. Alan rode shotgun as Doug drove. Parking the car in front of the school, Doug waited patiently for Amanda to come out as Alan looked around confused.

"Where are we, Doug?"

Doug turned to Alan with a confused expression, saying in a slow voice "We're at Mandy's school."

"Mandy still goes to school?" Alan asked.

Doug glanced at Alan with a wtf face before shaking his head, ignoring Alan. A couple of painful moments of sitting regretfully in the car with Alan went by before they spotted a familiar tall, average-weighted woman, dressed in nothing but jeans and a light-blue buttoned up shirt, walking towards the Mercedes before she finally noticed them.

She stopped a few steps before the car, gaping at them as Doug laughed at her reaction, "No way! You actually persuaded Sid into driving the Mercedes up to Vegas?"

"Not really," Doug said, "He surprisingly just handed over to me like that." Doug snapped his fingers to prove his point.

"Sweet," Amanda grinned, tossing her bags into the trunk that Doug popped open for her. "Hey Alan," Amanda greeted her brother, passing him.

"Mandy, I didn't know you were still going to school."

Glancing at Alan confused, Amanda was ready to question him until Doug waved her off from behind Alan's head, signaling her to just forget about it. Not taking any question to it, Amanda shrugged before excitedly, hopping into the backseat in the middle. "Hmm, Dougie, so how about this? You drive half way up there and I drive the rest."

"Nope," Doug shook his head, pulling out of the driveway, "Sorry, Mandy, no can do. I promised Sid that I would be the only one driving this car."

"Oh come on," Amanda groaned, leaning on Doug's seat, "Why must you be so obedient for everyone? You're like a dog, Doug. Well, you probably were born that way, so they just added the u in your name so you would be called Doug instead of Dog."

"Ha, ha," Doug laughed sarcastically, "Very funny, Mandy. Now get back there and buckle up so we can leave."

Playfully rolling her eyes, Amanda reluctantly complied as she sat back in her seat as Alan asked her, "So how was school?"


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