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Ughh. God, I have a fucking awful headache! What the fuck happened…? When I tried to move I felt strange…Like I'm slimy and wet. Ew. But the feeling is all over my body, except my head…

"Kat!" Someone is calling my name. They sound far away. I now became aware of someone touching my shoulder. They were shaking me slightly. My eyes began to flutter open. I took in my surroundings. I saw a lot of bubbles. And a blow-up doll. And an inflatable pig? "Kat!" I snapped out of my daze and quickly stood, facing the person talking to me. I got a head rush and almost fell, but regained balance. I heard water splashing. I rubbed my eyes. My hands were wet. My vision focused and I saw Phil, but he wasn't looking at my face. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open slightly. I looked down and saw that I was naked in a bathtub. Heat quickly rose to my cheeks and I hurriedly sat back down in the water, covering myself up. I glared up at him; I saw his cheeks were flushed too. He looked tired and he was wearing his wrinkly blue dress shirt, unbuttoned.

"What the fuck, Phil!" I yelled, embarrassed. "Get out, you pervert!" He quickly turned around, trying to steady his breathing. He walked a couple steps and threw me a white towel that was on the counter.

"You need to get dressed, we have to go," I looked at him kind of surprised. I stood and wrapped the towel around my body. I stepped out of the bath he tried to peek at me.

"My clothes are in the bag out there… Can you get them for me?" I asked timidly. He left without another word. I sighed and tried to figure out why I was naked. Or in a bath. Or why the bathroom was a complete wreck! When he walked back in, he seemed like the old cocky Phil Wenneck. I wonder what happened. He dropped the bag in front of me.

"Jesus Christ! What do you carry in that thing?" Phil asked surprised.

"Everything I need." I stuck my tongue out at him. "Now turn around or leave." With a sigh, he turned. I turned also and began drying my hair. I dried off the rest of my body and unzipped my bag. I pulled out my purple bra and underwear. I put them on and dug through my bag. I found a green t-shirt with a little heart shaped leaf in the corner.

"Why do I have this?" I whispered, confused. I pulled it on and tugged on a pair of my blue jeans. I turned back around to see Phil facing me. "What the- Bitch! You were watching the whole time! I can tell by that smirk!" I shouted at him, hitting him on the chest with my fists. He just kept smirking and grabbed my wrist. I continued to glare up at him. And he just continued smirking.

"You have no fucking idea how much I want to wipe that smirk off your face right now."

"Do it."

"Phil!" Stu called,"Hurry up!" Phil let go of me.

"Yeah, hold on!" He called back.

I took this opportunity to "wipe the smirk off his face". I grabbed the blow up doll and chucked it at him. He looked so astonished and almost fell over. I laughed and snatched my lace-up Vans. I bolted out of the room with him on my tail. Once I got out of the room I stopped dead in my tracks, making Phil stop and slide before almost running into the couch.

"My god…" I breathed. "What the fuck happened?" my voice was just above a whisper. The room was destroyed! The TVs were broken, the couch was steaming, cups and bottles were everywhere, and I'm pretty sure I heard a chicken! I looked at Stu and Alan. Stu was icing his face and Alan had a baby, which confused me more. "What the fuck happened?" I repeated, louder.

"Yeah," Alan laughed "And there's a Tiger in the bathroom!"

The four of us were now in the elevator. They had informed me that they couldn't find Doug and I almost flipped. Tracy was gonna KILL me! And what if he's hurt! Phil said he might be at the pool, so we were headed down there to look for him.

"Why can't we remember a goddamn thing from last night?" Stu questioned whilst leaning against the wall, holding ice to his cheek.

"Because, we obviously had a great fucking time," Phil countered "Why don't you just stop worrying for one minute and be proud of yourself?" He shrugged.

"I don't know Phil, maybe its cuz I'm missing a tooth!" Stu claimed sounding like an ass. "Or maybe its cuz there's a tiger in our hotel room, which incidentally is completely destroyed!" He paused, pretending to think. "Oh, no-no, wa-wa-wait! I know, maybe it's because we found a baby. A human baby. That's it…That's it. It's because we found a fucking baby!" He angrily turned to Alan, glaring at the infant.

"I don't think you should curse around the child." Alan replied, turning to Stu.

"Really? I don't think you should BE around the child!" Stu really needed to calm down. The elevator opened and an old woman entered. She smiled.

"Oh, how cute! What's his name?" She looked up at Alan. After an awkward moment of silence Phil decided to answer.

"Ben." He said softly.

"Carlos." Alan corrected.

"Carlos?" Phil murmured. The woman looked very confused. To diminish any suspicions, I decided to cover for us. I slapped Phil's chest.

"Phil! I can't believe you forgot you're nephew's name! You're a horrible uncle!" I fake glared at him. He looked confused for a second before understanding.

"Oh, sorry. I've never been very good with names," He smirked and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling my body towards his. "Thanks for being a good aunt and reminding me." He smirked down at me. I scowled and waited until the elevator opened again.

Alan, Phil, and I were currently seated at a table by the pool. I was next to Alan and across from Phil. Phil had ordered a hot dog to eat and Alan was busy playing with the baby.

"Hey, Phil, Katy. Look. He's jackin' his little weenus," Alan grinned while moving the baby's hand, making it look like he was masturbating.

"Pull yourself together, man," Phil laughed. I rolled my eyes and lightly flicked Alan's forehead.

"Not at the table, Carlos!" He continued laughing. I watched as Stu approached us. He took the only open seat; the one next to me.

"I looked everywhere. Gym, casino, front desk; nobodies seen Doug. He's not here," Stu explained, worried. He was still icing his face and he looked the worst of us all.

"He's fine! He's a grown man!" Phil tried to reason. "Seriously? Stu, you gotta calm down. Here have some juice." He picked up his glass of orange juice and placed it on the table next to Stu, who promptly vomited next to himself on the ground. Phil's eyes widened and he looked completely grossed out.

"I can't have juice right now…" he whimpered. I rubbed his back sympathetically.

"Okay, alright, listen. Let's just track this thing," Phil pulled out a pen and a piece of paper. Or was writing on a napkin? "Okay, what's the last thing we remember doing last night?"

"Well the first thing was: we were on the roof and we were having those shots of jager," Alan recalled, jabbing the ends of his sunglasses into his eyes. Stu dry heaved and coughed.

"And then we ate dinner at the Palm, right?" Phil asked.

"That's right. And then we played craps at the Hard Rock, and think Doug was there," Wow, Alan had a good memory considering the hangover.

"That sounds right… No-no-no-no. He definitely was," Phil replied, writing all this down.

"Hey, you know what, guys? I don't even remember going to dinner," Stu said angrily.

"I know. Fuck. I don't think I've ever been this hung-over," Phil leant back in frustration.

Alan laughed. "After the Hard Rock I blacked out, it was like emptiness!" Stu shot him a "Are you stupid? Just shut up!" look.

"Okay! We have up until ten p.m., so that gives us a twelve hour window of when could've lost him," Phil calculated, reading the list.

"What's this?" Alan held up something small and off-white.

"Oh my god!" Stu exclaimed, taking the mini item. "That is my tooth! Why do you have that? What else is in your pocket?" Stu accused.

"No! This is a good thing! No-no-no! Check your pockets! Check your pockets!" The tree of them checked their pants, pulling out coins and various things. "Have anything?"

"I have an ATM receipt from the Bellagio." Stu began "11:05 for… eight-hundred dollars! I am so fucked!" he yelled.

"I have a valet ticket from Caesars." Alan claimed. "Looks like we got in at 5:15 am."

"Shit, we drove last night?" Phil ran his hands through his hair.

"Drivn' drunk! Classic!" laughed Alan.

Stu glared at him and fake laughed. "Ha-ha-ha."

"I also got a cell phone?" Alan held up a red phone.

"Oh, hey! That's mine!" I grinned and snatched it from him. I flipped it open and began looking for clues.

"What's on your arm?" Alan poked at a yellow band around Phil's wrist.

"The fuck…?"

"Jesus, Phil! You were in the hospital last night!" Stu said, surprised.

Phil frowned. "I guess so, yeah."

"You okay?" Alan sounded genuinely confused.

"Yeah, Alan. I'm fine." Phil looked at him like he was retarded. No argument there…

"What the hell is going on?" Stu growled.

"Stu, Stu. This is a good thing! We have a lead now!" Phil said happily.

"Hey, Stu. Watch this." Alan said resuming the motion he was doing before on the baby. "You ever seen a baby do that?" Stu laughed and recomposed himself.

"Alan. Not cool." He shook his head.

"Who the fuck is Frank?" I asked, confused. The three of them shared my expression.

"Who?" Phil demanded.

"Frank. Some guy was texting my phone last night." I began slowly. "He's talking about how we had fun…and something about a light-up dildo…" I trailed off, looking up. Phil looked angry and Stu and Alan looked even more confused.

"What kind of 'fun'?" growled Phil.

I laughed. "You're jealous!" This time I smirked at him.

"Am not."

"So, uh, you sure you're qualified to be taking care of that baby?" Stu asked, his voice uncertain. We were in front of the hotel waiting for our car.

Alan looked at him funny, "What are you talking about; I've found a baby before," he reassured.

"You've found a baby before?" Stu asked in disbelief, eyes wide.

Alan nodded, "Yeah!"

"Where?"

"Coffee Bean," Alan claimed.

"Wait, what?" Just at that moment, Phil sauntered up and stood beside me and Alan.

"Hey Phil? Look, I don't think Doug would want us to take the Mercedes," Alan tried. He seemed to be really worried about the car.

"Relax, we'll be careful," Phil muttered.

"See, my dad is crazy about that car and he left Doug in charge-" Alan began to plead, but Phil cut him off.

"Alan! We got bigger problems here!" Phil attempted to reason with him. "Doug could be in the hospital! He could be hurt! Kay? Let's worry about the car later." Stu turned away from us and looked up at the sky. I watched his eyes widen.

"Uh, guys? Check it out," Stu whispered. He pointed at the roof. There was a mattress pierced on a statue on the roof of the hotel.

Alan asked, "Is that the mattress from Doug's room?"

"What the fuck?"

Phil walked over to a man loading up his car. "Hey, man. What's goin on here?" He pointed

"Some asshole threw his bed out the window last night," he said.

"No shit…"

"Yeah. Some guys just can't handle Vegas," he shrugged before hopping into his car.

"My god." Stu was a nervous wreck from this morning and this wasn't helping.

"It's gonna be okay, Stu," I comforted him, patting his back.

Phil shook his head. "How the hell did we manage that?" He questioned incredulously.

"Here's your car, officers," A bellhop stepped out of a police car. At first I didn't think he was talking to us.

"Ohh, god…" Stu must be getting anxiety.

"Alright. Everybody act cool," Phil whispered. "Alan, don't say a word. C'mon let's just get in and go." He ushered me forward, his hand on my butt. I hurried up and hopped into the front seat. He told the bellhop that he'd tip him on the way back and got into front. I heard a baby crying and saw that it got hit in the face with the car door.

"Ahw!" I frowned. "Poor baby!" Phil shook his head at me. "What? How would you feel if that was you?"

He rose an eyebrow at me. "It wasn't so what do I have to worry about?"

"You're a man-whore," I stuck my tongue out at him. He just grinned.

"Are my glasses okay?" Alan asked.

"Your glasses are fine, dick," Stu replied before getting into the back seat.

After driving the sidewalk to avoid traffic, we finally arrived at the hospital. We were currently sitting in a room with Phil's doctor from last night and an old man.

"Look, I already told you! You came in here with a mild concussion, some bruised ribs, no big deal. Although none of you could articulate how it happened," the doctor told us. He was giving a physical to a very wrinkly old man. I frowned and stood in between Phil and Stu.

"Do you remember how many of us were here?" Phil questioned trying to get answers.

"Uhh, I don't know. I think it was just you guys. Deficiently no baby…" He looked towards Alan, "And one other guy!" He concluded.

"That's our guy!" Stu said happily "Was he okay?"

"Yup, he was fine. Just wacked out of his mind; you all were, " he remarked, looking us over and pulling on his gloves. "You," he nodded to me while he pulled the elderly man in front of him into a standing position. "Mind standing outside?" I understood and exited the room. I leant up against the wall and waited for them to come out. When they did, the doctor went to get a folder. We followed him as he walked.

"Kay, here we go. Patient name: Phil Wenneck. 2:45am arrival. Minor concussion, like I said, some bruising, pretty standard," he began, turning the page.

"Can I take a look? I'm actually a doctor." Stu began, pointing at the folder.

"Yeah. You said that several times last night, but really you're just a dentist," the doctor retorted. Stu looked kind of pissed. "Okay," the doctor turned back to the papers, "This is interesting. Your blood-work came in this morning. Wow." He stopped by a receptionist's counter. "Found a large amount of roofalin in your system." He looked up at our confused faced. "Roofalin? Roofies? Commonly known as the date-rape drug?" He looked at us like we were stupid.

Phil laughed. "What? Are you saying I was raped last night?" He grinned, comically.

"Actually…" The doctor began to look through the papers as Phil's grin fell right off his face. He looked at us in shock, waiting for his conclusion. "I don't think so. But someone did slip you the drug. I'm not surprised you don't remember anything."

Alan began to laugh. "Doc, none of us can remember anything from last night," He began. He turned to us and asked, "Remember?"

We all disregarded his question and Phil asked, "Yeah, how could someone have drugged all of us?"

"Look I wouldn't worry about it guys. By now the stuffs out of your system. Your gonna be fine. I have to go." He turned to leave, but Stu stopped him.

"W-w-wait! Please Doctor. Is there anything else? Like something we may have been talking about? Or some place we were going?" Stu inquired desperately.

"Like Disneyland?" I asked, hopeful. Stu glared at me. The doctor shook his head, but then looked like he remembered something.

"Actually, there was something! You guys kept talking about some wedding last night," he stated.

"Yeah, no shit, our buddy Doug's getting married tomorrow," Stu growled.

"Fuck! Refund!" I yelled

"Yeah, I want the hundred back," Phil agreed, reaching for the bill.

"No-no. Easy," he waved his hands in defense. "You kept talking about some wedding you just came from at the, uh, Best Little Chapel! You guys kept say how sick the wedding was and getting all crazy about it, okay? I hope this helps, fellas, I really have to leave." He turned to leave.

"Best Little Chapel, you know where that is?" Phil asked, before his left.

He turned back around and said, "I do. It's at the corner of Get-A-Map and Fuck-Off," Stu and Phil looked extremely astonished while I laughed, "I'm a doctor, not a tour guide. Figure it out yourselves. You're big boys. And you," he pointed to me again, "You might want to get tested."

"Why?" I asked angrily.

"You're the most likely to have gotten raped. Get tested for STDs," he explained, walking away. I looked at his retreating figure heatedly.

"No!" I resisted, folding my arms. "I did not get raped! My vagina doesn't hurt and I don't have any bruises. He can go to hell." I turned my head away childishly and headed for the door so we could head to the Best Little Chapel.

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