A Night to Remember
(Disclamer:I don't own anything; except my OC (: )
This is not my first fanfiction story, but it is my first Hangover fanfiction. I really hope you guys like it. Please leave reviews/opinions, it would be greatly appreciated. :)
Few Years Before...
"Oh my god, I can't believe I'm in LA!" I screamed, causing people to stare at me and my friend Tracy. We both chuckle at my outburst.
"I'm so glad that you moved out here finally!" She said, hugging my side as we walked.
"You know Alan hasn't changed much since I last saw him."
"Yeah, He's just Alan." She sighed, making me chuckle.
"Let's go into this bar, now that I'm legal bitches!" We both laughed, walking into the small little bar. I just turned 21 a week ago, and now I can buy my own drinks. Now that I'm here in LA with Tracy, I have a drinking buddy!
I walk up the counter, and slammed my hand on the granite countertop.
"Two shots of Tequila."
"I.D please," I pulled out my liscense and he looked it over. "Two shots coming right up."
It's my first legal drink, well actually my 12th but who's counting. What? I had to do it big on my 21st, and I wanted to get wasted.
I brought the two shots to our table, and handed one to my best friend.
"To me moving to LA, and my new job." We both gulped the shot.
As the night went on, I had a few more drinks which means I'm buzzed. I look at Tracy, and she's been playing eye tag with this one guy for like an hour. His friend with the blue eyes is fucking hot though.
"Why don't you just talk to him instead of looking at each other being stalkers?" I said, taking a sip of my drink.
"I don't know what to say," She said.
"I'll be back." I said, grabbing my drink.
"Where are you going?" I ignored her, and continued walking to the table of guys.
"Is anyone sitting here?" I asked, looking at the blue eyed stranger.
"Go right ahead." He said. I sit down, and place my drink on the table.
"I'm Cassie by the way."
"I'm Doug, these are my friend Phil and Stu." Doug introduced. I nod, and flashed a seductive smile in Phil's direction.
"So, Doug." I began, remembering why I was there. "I see you've been looking at my friend over there."
"Is it that obvious?" I nodded.
"Yeah," I said. " She's suppose to be getting buzzed with me, celebrating the fact that I'm here. But she's playing eye tag with some stranger, who she thinks is kinda cute."
"She thinks I'm cute."
"Why don't you ask her yourself? She's only a few feet away."
"I don't know what to say," He said. I groaned, and grabbed his hand. I dragged him across the bar, and to my friend.
"Tracy, This is my friend Doug. Doug this is my best friend, Tracy." I said.
"Hi," They both said.
"Now you two play nice, and do everything I would do." Alright the drink is kicking in strong. I walked back to my seat at the other table, and looked at the two lovebirds.
"What was that?" Stu asked.
"That my friend is bringing to people together to eventually get married." I replied.
"How do you know?"
"I don't, I'm just a little drunk right now." I admitted. Making them a laugh a little.
"Hey, you've reached Doug. Sorry I missed your call. Please leave a name and number and I'll get back to you."
"Hey, It's Cassie. There's probably a good chance that I ignored this call or I just missed it. Leave something at the beep and I may 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 favor, don't text me. It's gay."
There we stood in the blazing sun; I was leaning against the car in Phil's shirt. Practically stumped on where our friend is, or what fully happened last night. The pieces were slowly coming together, but it wasn't really making sense. Phil is suppose to be calling Tracy to break the news since none of us really want to do it. How the hell did I get into this mess? I was only suppose to be watching Alan to make sure he didn't do anything stupid, which he actually did. Great!
I hear Phil clear his throat.
"Tracy, it's Phil."
"Finally," I mumbled.
"Yeah, listen. Uh, we fucked up." He said. "The bachelor party, the whole night . . it . . things got out of control, and uh . .we lost Doug." She probably bugging right now. She's gonna kill me. I'm suppose to be a bridesmaid and I need to be there with the rest; getting ready.
Couple Days Earlier
I walked out of the dressing room, and stod infront of Tracy.
"Yeah this fits me a lot better than it did in the begining." I said, looking at myself in the mirror.
"Good, don't want my maid of honor wearing a baggy dress." I laughed at the thought.
"It would be one hell of a wedding." I smiled. "Speaking of which, aren't you nervous now that the big day is only days away?"
"Kinda, but I won't stop being on edge until it's over." She said. "I need to ask you something."
"Shoot," I walked back into the dressing room to change my clothes.
"You know how Doug is having a bachelor party this friday?" She began.
"Well," She trailed off. I know exactly where this is going.
"No," I said, through the door.
"You don't even know what I'm gonna ask." She said.
"You're gonna ask me to watch Alan this weekend to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid." I recited, walking out of the room.
"I guess you do then."
"We've been friends since Pre-K, I know you like the back of my hand."
"Please!" She begged.
"If haven't noticed I lack the requirement of even going to the party." I admited.
"And what might that be?"
"Balls, Tracy." I said, causing the seamstress to look at me funny.
"So," I handed the woman the check. "I've already talked to Doug and he said it's fine since you're like one of the guys."
"Yay, I'm one of the guys." I said with sarcasm.
"If you stop, I'll go." I said.
"Thank you!" She hugged me tight. "Oh, and Phil's going."
"I'm not going,"
"Do you not remember the tension between us?" I reminded her.
"Sexual Tension is good sometimes." She said.
"Not when you have a boyfriend, Trace. He's also a dick, and I can only deal with him for so long."
"Well, your boyfriend is just as bad." She said.
"Kyle isn't that bad."
"Yes he is! He's like the male version of Melissa but worse. He's cheated on you almost four times, and you stay." She said, hitting a wound.
"He means well," I said. "If you stop doing low blows, I will go on the trip."
"I'll stop, but you know it's true."