What Happens In Vegas (Phil Wenneck Love Story)

Chapter 8: Riding Dirty

Chapter 8: Riding Dirty

Stu, Alan and I stood off to the side with Carlos, while Phil talked to valet about getting the car. Stu and Alan were having there own conversation and I was lost in thought. I honestly don't even want to think about what we did last night. I just wanted to find my brother and best friend and make it back home in time for Tracy's wedding. Although I was a little curious as to what happened between Phil and I.

"Are you flippin' your shit?" Phil asked walking up to me.

"Over?" I asked, snatching his coffee and taking a sip.

"The ring, the pictures, whatever happened between us?" He took my hand, examining the ring.

"What do you think happened between us?" I asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. He smirked a bit.

"Hey, Phil? I dont think Doug would want us to take the Mercedes." Alan said, cutting Phil off from answering me.

"Relax, we'll be careful."

"My dad is crazy about that car. He left Doug in charge--" Alan worried.

"Alan. We got bigger problems here. Doug and Sam could be in the hospital, they could be hurt, okay. Lets worry about the car later."

Stu nudged my arm with his, as he looked up toward the top of the hotel.

"Uh, guys? Check it out." Stu pointed to the top of the building.

We all turned to see a mattress stuck on the statue atop the buliding.

"Is that the mattress from Doug's room?" Alan asked looking up.

"Oh fuck no." I muttered.

Phil walked over to a guy that was packing his car, "Hey, man, what's going on here?"

"Some asshole threw his bed out the window last night." The guy replied.

"No shit."

"Yeah, some guys just cant handle Vegas." The man replied and then got into his car.

"How the hell did we manage that?" Phil asked in disbelief. Sam would be laughing her ass off right now and be so proud of herself. I laughed a little at the thought.

Suddenly a cop car pulled up in front of us. A valet driver stepped out. "Here's your car, officers."

I let out a shocked laugh and looked at Phil who gave me an uneasy look. "No fucking way."

"Oh, God." Stu muttered.

"All right, everybody act cool. All right, dont say a word." Phil ordered.