What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas (ocX phil wrenneck-the hangover)

5) the last thing i remember

Maddie's POV

I check each room until i get to Stu's room, where Doug and Phil were sat, waiting for Stu to get off the phone. Stu noticed Me and clearing his throat while phil sits up slightly on the bed , "Ok well listen, I've gotta go because we're gonna hit this wine tasting. Wait, I love you, okay, bye." he says and then hung up the phone.
Phil shakes his head, "I'm not even gonna say anything it's so embarrassing." he muttered. "Where's Alan?" Stu questioned. To witch I shrug, "I don't know, last I saw him he was barging in to the room pants less." I look at Phil who weakly smiled obviously still filled with rage as to what just happened at me.

Doug chuckled, "He uh, went downstairs. He said he had to grab a few things." Stu smiles at this, "Good because I have something to show you." making awkward spaghetti like movements with his arms and body. "Well I hope it's not that because that was embarrassing," Phil laughs, watching as Stu grabbed a tiny black box from his bag. Doug looks at me, "oh hell." "What the hell is that?" Phil grimaced, staring at the engagement ring.
My mouth is gaped open like a fish out of water, exchanging a glance with Phil and Doug as if to say 'oh my fucking god' Stu showed Doug, "Well what do you think?" Phil grimaced, "A big fucking mistake." Phil muttered, shaking his head, looking at the ring, "Yeah I'm with Phil, if that's an engagement ring, its a big fucking mistake." From the limited things I know I already hate this she bitch.

"I'm gonna propose to Melissa, at your wedding. After the ceremony." Stu announced, I roll my eyes rubbing her temples together because the repetitive action is almost nauseating.
Doug grinned, "Stuey, congratulations. It's a beautiful ring." he said, staring at it admiringly.
"Yeah, it's my grandmothers. She made it all the way through the holocaust with that thing." Stu bragged, pulling his pants up simultaneously. Phil rolled his eyes "So have you not listened to a think me or Mattie has said?"
Stu groaned, "Please, I'm not taking advice from you two. Phil you hate your life and Matt over here, her marriage fell to shit." I cringed shying away from the situation, trying my best to ignore what Stu had said. Phil glanced over at me, frowning almost as if he knew. "Watch it Stu."
"We've been dating for three years. It's time, this is how it works." Stu defends himself, taking the box and putting it back into his suitcase. Phil rolled his eyes,
"A, that's bullshit, and B, she is a complete bitch!" he argued.
"Yeah she really sounds it and I've never even met her." I reply, "I mean come on man stand up to your self this is toxic, it's board a line abusive" I frowned.

Phil watched as I touched my scar, as if i were remembering something which I was. "Hey that's his fiance." Doug defended, shoving his hands into his pocket.
"What it's true," Phil laughed in frustration, "You know it's true, she beats him!" He yelled, standing up, he looked toward me who flinched, at the word and it's almost violent movement that followed, he had figured it out by now, what happened between Me and Denny.

But god, did he hope he was wrong he just wouldn't be able to deal with the reality of the situation if it was . Stu unknowingly carried on without a single care, "That was twice and I was out of line. She's strong willed, and I respect that." I could feel a lump in my throat. Lies and secrets eating away at me. I roll my eyes, in attempts to seem unfazed "Whatever,I need to finish my makeup." I lie, I don't wear makeup too much hassle .Phil stood to follow but decided against it, he'd go fucking nuts if he was right and he couldn't do that, not during Dougs bachelor party he'd just have to wait, follow you to your apartment break the door down and murder the bastard, simple!

Phil sat back down, "He's in denial, not to mention she fucked a sailor." "Hey, he wasn't a sailor, he was a bartender on a cruise ship. You know that." Doug corrected.

Stu rolled his eyes, throwing a shirt over his head, "Guys, I'm standing right here so I can hear everything that you're saying."
"Good so maybe get it through your thick, fucking skull that-" "Hey guys, you ready to let the dogs out?" Alan interrupted, Phil and Doug turned around, caught off guard. "What?"
"Do what?"
"Let the dogs out, you know. Who let the dogs who, who, who?" Phil stared at Alan, "Who brought this guy?" Doug sighed, "Yes, Alan, we are ready, to let the dogs out."