Waiting for Superman

Patrick's POV:
We landed in Vegas around 8pm on Friday night. I immediatley pulled out my phone to respond to a text from Kylie.
"Hand it over." Tazer said sticking out his hand.
"What, now way." I said pulling back.
"Come on man, it's for you own good." Shawzie said.
I sighed realizing this was a fight I was not going to win. I handed Tazer my phone. "Now we only have two days and a lot of ground to cover so lets go boys."

We dropped of our bags off in our hotel suite and headed off to a bar. I had to admit, this weekend was going to be unforgettable.

Kylie's POV:

"Okay" Jessica started. "We only have two days so lets make them count!" we all held up are drinks, "To Kylie, God bless her for taking one for the team and getting Patrick off the market." We all laughed and started drinking.

The boys had gone off to Vegas while the girls, opted to stay in Chicago, for a spa weekend. Tonight we were going to hit the club, hard.

We dressed mainly in black dresses, with high heels.

"We look kind of hot if I do say so myself." Andrea said getting a laugh out of all of us.

We all piled into a cab and headed into downtown Chicago.

Minutes later we got into the club and were lead directly to a private, table section.
The alcohol began to flow and we all knew this weekend was going to be unforgettable.

Patrick's POV:

I woke up on the couch, in the suite with no clue as to what was going on. Gagner was passed out shirtless, in a chair next to me. The other couch was upside down and pushed across the room, there was a mattress sticking halfway out the top, floor window of our suite. The floor was covered in feathers along with empty pillow shells thrown all over the floor.

I started to get up and it felt like I had been hit over the head with a frying pan.

I looked down to see Burish face down on the carpet below me,"Bur!" I yelled kicking him lightly, he groaned and remained laying face down.

"Gags!" I said throwing a couch pillow at him.

He groaned.

"What the hell happened last night?" he said sitting up.

"Couldn't tell ya." I honestly couldn't, the last thing I remembered was sitting at the bar, watching three slutty, blonde girls trying to grind on Tazer. I didn't even know how I got back to the hotel, and I could tell Gags didn't either.

Tazer walked into the living room hand on his head, shirtless, in running shorts "What he hell happened last night?" plopping down in a chair.

"No clue." Sam and I both shook our heads.

We all heard a groan from the hallway, "What happened last night?" Shaw said plopping in the only open chair left in the living room.

"Seriously?" I said. "Nobody knows."

Everyone shook their heads.

"Where's Sharpy?" Tazer said.

A loud groan came from underneath the flipped over couch. The five of us jumped up to flip it off him. "What the hell happened last night?"
...

Kylie's POV:
"Kylie!" Andrea said pushing me on the shoulder.

I woke up realizing I was on the couch in our apartment. I went to sit up and felt like I had been hit by a bus.

"Oh my God," I said. "What happened?"

"The last thing I remember is us all sitting at the bar and doing a shot." Andrea said.

I sat all the way up to see Kara lying on the floor in the kitchen, Erica was passed out in a chair in the living room, and Jessica and Jacqueline was nowhere to be seen.

I got up realizing I was still in my dress from last night, my makeup was smeared all over my face, and my hair was knotted and tangled all over the place.

"Kara!" I said kicking her gently.

"Oh my god!" she said sitting up. "Where am I?" Andrea and I laughed at her until we realized that both of us were in a similar state.

Jessica came stumbling out of the bathroom where it looked like she had spent most of the night.

"I am never drinking again." she said grabbing a couch pillow and plopping down with it.

Shortly after Jacqueline came stumbling down the hallway. "So many shots" she said falling into the couch.

Andrea, Kara and I joined the girls in the living room. "Who remembers anything?" Andrea asked.

Everyone shook their heads.

"Must of been a good night." Erica said.
...

Patrick's POV:

We spent the entire day hanging out at the pool, nobody was in any state to handle any more alcohol.

"hi" a slutty blonde girl in a neon green bikini, and tall heels walked past our row of chairs. This trip may have been more fun if five out of six of the guys didn't have a wife, girlfriend, or fiance.

But even being the only single guy, Bur had no interests in these types of girls anymore. Burish had grown up a lot since he left Chicago, and he wasn't really the 'hit it and quit it' type of guy that he used to be anymore.

"So what does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?" she asked leaning over Sharpy's beach chair.

"Go to the bar and buy one." he answered. The five of us tried to hide the laughter, but most of it came out. "I'm married." he added.

"Well, then" she said standing up with a less sexual tone. "Which one of you isn't single?" All five 'taken' guys looked at each other. Should we give him away? Or not? Na it would be too much fun.

All five of us pointed at Burish and he through his head back at the chair.

She looked at him, looked back at Tazer lying their shirtless. "No thanks." she said and walked away.

The five of us looked at each other in shock. Burish didn't seem to care.

"Bur you got shut down hard eh?" Sharpy said.

"Don't worry," Burish said "I have a feeling the two of us will be meeting again.
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Kylie's POV:
Today was our spa day. The girls and I threw on sweats and headed downtown to one of the best spa retreats in Chicago.

"Hello, ladies." The man at the front desk said.

"We have a reservation for Kane" Erica said.

"Ah yes," the man said, "Congratulations on your wedding, Mrs. Kane. You're fiancée left these for you." he pulled out a dozen pink roses from underneath the desk.

The girls all awwwwed, I knew Patrick, this was something he would do.

"We'll put them in water for you." A woman in a white dress, said coming to take them.

The day started off with full body massages, then facials, then manicures, then pedicures. By the time we left, all six of us were left feeling much more relaxed and not so exhausted from the events of last night, whatever they were.

A few hours later, we knew it was time to head out for one last night.

"Alright ladies!" Jessica said clipping her earrings in, "This is Kylie's last night as an unmarried woman so lets make it amazing!"

We headed out into the night, for one last time.
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Patrick's POV:
We were sitting at a table at a huge club in Vegas, when a group of girls, looking similar to the one we saw at the pool today came over to us.

"Engaged." I said
"Girlfriend" Tazer said
"Engaged." Gags said
"Married." Sharpy said
"Girlfriend." Shawzie said

The four girls looked a little disappointed, until one of their eyes met Burish, the one that looked shockingly similar to the girl we met at the pool, I thought maybe it was just the lighting in the arena.

"And what about you?" she said hanging on Burish's shoulder.

The two left for the hotel not long after.
...

The next morning the six of us woke up is a somewhat better state than the previous morning, however not much.

We all woke up, and flocked to the living room, trying to piece together the events of last night.

Soon later, the girl we met at the pool the other day came walking down the hallway. Her hair was knotted and mashed all over her head, her makeup was all over her face, and she had her heels in her hand. She said nothing but went straight to the door.

"No thanks?" Sharpy said, repeating what she had said about Burish the other day.

She said nothing but shot Sharpy a deadly glare and left through the front door.

Burish approached out of his bedroom a few minutes later. The five of us stared at him.

"I thought she said 'no thanks'?" Gags said.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Burish said "She was thanking me all night."
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Kylie's POV:

The girls and I all woke up in an even worse state than the morning before. We all knew we had gone very hard the night before.

Jessica woke up one the floor in the living room, one sleeve out of her dress. Jacqueline woke up on the couch clutching a bottle of vodka. The rest of us woke up in similar states.

Thank God this weekend was over. I thought to myself.

We all showered, cleaned up, and waited for the guys to get back. I had had enough, partying, and enough girl time.

Now I wanted to be with my fiancee.

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