Speed Dating, Vegas Style (CC/UC,TEEN) COMPLETE
Posted: Tue Sep 01, 2009 7:35 pm
Title: Speed Dating, Vegas Style
Authors: jbangelo & vegas312
Disclaimer: We own nothing, though we might be hiding Alex and Kyle in our closets. Shh, don’t tell.
Pairing: CC/UC – a little bit of everybody
Rating: TEEN
Summary: Set during Viva Las Vegas. After bailing Max and Michael out of jail, Alex and Kyle have a way that they can pay them back.
Author’s Note: Just a little something fun for two September birthday babies, truelovepooh and Anniepoo98.
Part One
“Roy! Love! Your bail’s been posted!”
The door of the jail cell made a clinking sound as it slid open, giving Max Evans and Michael Guerin their first glimpse of freedom in the last six hours. Wondering which of their band of vagabonds had finally come to bail them out (and each secretly hoping for a certain female), they were surprised to be greeted by the smirking faces of Alex Whitman and Kyle Valenti.
“What are you two doing here?” Michael grumbled, his tone one of obvious disappointment.
“Well, hello to you, too. We could always keep our money and let you stay here with your new friend, Bubba,” Kyle replied sarcastically, throwing a sideways glance at the tattooed thug in the next cell. Turning to Alex, he added, “No wonder Maria wouldn’t come bail him out.”
Michael was instantly alert. “You talked to Maria?” he asked. “Not that I care that she didn’t come down here herself,” he added quickly, studying his fingernails.
Alex stifled a chuckle and threw his arm across Michael’s shoulders. “Yeah, you might wanna steer clear of Maria for the time being,” he advised. “She’s two things: pissed off and even more pissed off.”
Max cleared his throat and said, “Well, thanks, you know, for bailing us out. We definitely owe you one.”
“Really?” Kyle said with an evil grin, before looking to Alex with a nod. “You know, there is something you could do for us, actually.”
Michael glared at Kyle in suspicion. “What are you up to, Valenti?”
In answer, Kyle pulled from the back pocket of his jeans, a folded piece of purple paper. Opening it up, he handed it over to Max and Michael so they could read what it said. Quickly glancing at it, the two did a double take before looking back at Kyle with twin expressions of ‘are you kidding?’
“SPEED DATING, VEGAS STYLE!” the flyer read in big, bold letters.
“You’re not serious,” Michael said, thrusting the flyer back at Kyle.
“Oh, but I am.”
“There’s no way in hell I’m signing up for some bizarre new age mating ritual.”
“Oh, but you are,” Kyle said.
“Forget it,” Michael said between clenched teeth, taking a step towards Kyle.
“Oh, bailiff!” Kyle called out in a singsong voice.
“Fine, we’ll do it,” Max interjected, ignoring the death glare that Michael gave him.
Michael stomped his foot childishly, then said to Kyle, “You better sleep with one eye open tonight. You, too, Whitman,” he added, pointing at Alex.
“Hey, do you actually think this was my idea?” Alex asked. “Besides, if anyone is sleeping with their eyes open tonight, I think it’ll probably be you. Hell hath no fury like a DeLuca scorned.”
“Amen, brother, amen,” Kyle agreed. “All right, let’s go do this thing! I do believe I saw some lovely ladies headed that way.”
With that, Kyle led the way to the exit, the other three guys trailing behind reluctantly. One thing was for sure: they were in for an interesting evening.
***
“Okay, let me get this straight. Michael called you from jail and you hung up on him?” Liz Parker looked at her best friend in amusement.
“You’re damn skippy,” Maria DeLuca said firmly, crossing her arms across her chest. “And I’d do it again.”
“Maria, come on, you can’t just leave him down there. Besides, Max is stuck there, too. And you’re not mad at Max, right?”
Maria sighed in resignation. “Don’t worry, I sent Alex and Kyle to get them,” she said begrudgingly.
“See, Maria, sometimes you do know how to do the right thing.”
“No, the right thing would have been to leave his sorry ass there for the night.” Maria was silent for a moment, before suddenly exclaiming, “I can’t believe him! Sometimes I don’t think he cares about me at all!”
Some nearby guests flinched at Maria’s sudden outburst, then warily moved away from the fiery blonde. Liz cast them an apologetic glance, then placed her hand soothingly on Maria’s shoulder. “You know that’s not true,” Liz said, trying to calm Maria down.
Before Maria could reply, a young man walked by, handing them a purple flyer as he passed. Looking down at the bold lettering across the top, Maria’s eyes lit up before she turned to Liz and smiled widely.
“Oh no. No, no, no.” Liz shook her head, reading Maria’s thoughts.
“Liz, come on, it’ll be fun! Just think, no more Czechoslovakian drama!”
Liz continued shaking her head in protest. “No way, Maria.”
Maria kept waving the flyer at her. “If you do this, I’ll owe you one. Please. Pretty please! How can you turn this face down?” With that, Maria gave Liz her best puppy dog eyes.
Liz fought a smile, then said, “You already owe me for covering your Saturday shift last week.”
“Okay, so I’ll owe you two big ones. Please?”
Liz sighed. “Fine, fine, fine. But I don’t want to hear the name Michael Guerin leave your lips anymore today.”
“No problem!” Maria agreed. “Let’s go!”
***
“Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”
Tess Harding looked up from the TV when she heard the front door of the suite open, revealing an excited Maria, with a less enthusiastic Liz trailing behind. “Liz, you should wear that cute red dress that you packed,” Maria was saying. “It goes so well with your skin tone.”
“Maria, I seriously doubt that anyone will be dressed up for a five-second date with a stranger,” Liz said.
Her curiosity piqued, Tess couldn’t help but ask, “What are you guys up to?”
Startled, the two girls turned to find Tess reclining on the couch. They glanced at each other before Maria answered with some hesitation. “Just this thing downstairs that we’re headed off to.”
“Oh,” Tess replied flatly, picking up the remote and staring at it.
Liz and Maria shared a glance, each silently asking the other the same question. Maria subtly shook her head no, but Liz suddenly blurted, “Tess, would you like to join us?”
“Really?” Tess asked.
Maria shot Liz a glare, who wouldn’t meet her eyes. In resignation, Maria muttered, “Sure.”
Half an hour later, the three girls arrived at the small restaurant by the hotel lobby, only to be greeted with a very familiar face.
“Isabel!” Maria exclaimed. “Weren’t you already on a date?”
Isabel Evans looked up from the flyer she had been staring at and took in the faces of her friends. She stared at them with wide eyes, obviously surprised to be running into them. “What are you guys doing here?”
“The question is, what is the Elle Macpherson of West Roswell High doing at a speed dating service?” Maria teased.
Isabel casually flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I was just walking by and saw a group of people coming in, and figured I would check it out. But I was actually just getting ready to leave,” she added. “I mean, speed dating? Really.”
“Riiiight,” all three girls said simultaneously, sharing a knowing glance before laughing.
“Come on,” Maria said, linking her arm with Liz’s. “Let’s just check this thing out together. Maybe we’ll have a good laugh later.”
The four girls headed inside and were handed an index card with a number written on it. A small redheaded woman holding a clipboard in one hand and a whistle in the other came to greet the group. “Good evening, everyone!” she said in an all-too-energetic voice. “I’m Susie, and I’ll be your hostess tonight!”
“Oh my god,” Tess said. “How much coffee has that woman had today? Because no one should be that perky.” Liz, Isabel, and Maria laughed in agreement.
“I’m really excited to be here tonight,” Susie continued, “and I know we’re all going to have a ton of fun! So take a look at the card you got at the door, and have a seat in the chair with the corresponding number.” With that, she blew on her whistle and clapped her hands. “All right, people! Let’s get to it! We’re in for an hour of fun!”
“An hour?” Liz asked, glaring again at Maria.
Maria ignored her and headed to her seat. The girls settled themselves in their assigned spots, only to notice that the chairs across from them seemed to be the only empty ones.
Confused, Isabel flagged down Susie and asked her, “Why isn’t there anyone in these seats?”
Glancing at her trusty clipboard, Susie answered, “It appears we’ve had a few no-shows, but don’t worry. Things move fast, so someone’ll be seated across from you before you know it. That’s why we call it speed dating!” And with no more words, she was off again.
“Great,” Isabel sighed in frustration, all the while muttering about how she could have organized this event in her sleep.
“Okay, we’re about to get stated, on my whistle!” Susie announced. “So let’s get out there and make some matches!” Just as she brought her whistle to her lips, she stopped short when the door behind her opened. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “It looks like we have late-comers! Come on in, guys! There are four empty seats waiting for you!”
Liz, Isabel, Maria, and Tess all turned around to see who their partners would be. As the four newcomers came into view, jaws dropped and Maria uttered three simple words.
“OH, HELL NO.”
Authors: jbangelo & vegas312
Disclaimer: We own nothing, though we might be hiding Alex and Kyle in our closets. Shh, don’t tell.
Pairing: CC/UC – a little bit of everybody
Rating: TEEN
Summary: Set during Viva Las Vegas. After bailing Max and Michael out of jail, Alex and Kyle have a way that they can pay them back.
Author’s Note: Just a little something fun for two September birthday babies, truelovepooh and Anniepoo98.
Part One
“Roy! Love! Your bail’s been posted!”
The door of the jail cell made a clinking sound as it slid open, giving Max Evans and Michael Guerin their first glimpse of freedom in the last six hours. Wondering which of their band of vagabonds had finally come to bail them out (and each secretly hoping for a certain female), they were surprised to be greeted by the smirking faces of Alex Whitman and Kyle Valenti.
“What are you two doing here?” Michael grumbled, his tone one of obvious disappointment.
“Well, hello to you, too. We could always keep our money and let you stay here with your new friend, Bubba,” Kyle replied sarcastically, throwing a sideways glance at the tattooed thug in the next cell. Turning to Alex, he added, “No wonder Maria wouldn’t come bail him out.”
Michael was instantly alert. “You talked to Maria?” he asked. “Not that I care that she didn’t come down here herself,” he added quickly, studying his fingernails.
Alex stifled a chuckle and threw his arm across Michael’s shoulders. “Yeah, you might wanna steer clear of Maria for the time being,” he advised. “She’s two things: pissed off and even more pissed off.”
Max cleared his throat and said, “Well, thanks, you know, for bailing us out. We definitely owe you one.”
“Really?” Kyle said with an evil grin, before looking to Alex with a nod. “You know, there is something you could do for us, actually.”
Michael glared at Kyle in suspicion. “What are you up to, Valenti?”
In answer, Kyle pulled from the back pocket of his jeans, a folded piece of purple paper. Opening it up, he handed it over to Max and Michael so they could read what it said. Quickly glancing at it, the two did a double take before looking back at Kyle with twin expressions of ‘are you kidding?’
“SPEED DATING, VEGAS STYLE!” the flyer read in big, bold letters.
“You’re not serious,” Michael said, thrusting the flyer back at Kyle.
“Oh, but I am.”
“There’s no way in hell I’m signing up for some bizarre new age mating ritual.”
“Oh, but you are,” Kyle said.
“Forget it,” Michael said between clenched teeth, taking a step towards Kyle.
“Oh, bailiff!” Kyle called out in a singsong voice.
“Fine, we’ll do it,” Max interjected, ignoring the death glare that Michael gave him.
Michael stomped his foot childishly, then said to Kyle, “You better sleep with one eye open tonight. You, too, Whitman,” he added, pointing at Alex.
“Hey, do you actually think this was my idea?” Alex asked. “Besides, if anyone is sleeping with their eyes open tonight, I think it’ll probably be you. Hell hath no fury like a DeLuca scorned.”
“Amen, brother, amen,” Kyle agreed. “All right, let’s go do this thing! I do believe I saw some lovely ladies headed that way.”
With that, Kyle led the way to the exit, the other three guys trailing behind reluctantly. One thing was for sure: they were in for an interesting evening.
***
“Okay, let me get this straight. Michael called you from jail and you hung up on him?” Liz Parker looked at her best friend in amusement.
“You’re damn skippy,” Maria DeLuca said firmly, crossing her arms across her chest. “And I’d do it again.”
“Maria, come on, you can’t just leave him down there. Besides, Max is stuck there, too. And you’re not mad at Max, right?”
Maria sighed in resignation. “Don’t worry, I sent Alex and Kyle to get them,” she said begrudgingly.
“See, Maria, sometimes you do know how to do the right thing.”
“No, the right thing would have been to leave his sorry ass there for the night.” Maria was silent for a moment, before suddenly exclaiming, “I can’t believe him! Sometimes I don’t think he cares about me at all!”
Some nearby guests flinched at Maria’s sudden outburst, then warily moved away from the fiery blonde. Liz cast them an apologetic glance, then placed her hand soothingly on Maria’s shoulder. “You know that’s not true,” Liz said, trying to calm Maria down.
Before Maria could reply, a young man walked by, handing them a purple flyer as he passed. Looking down at the bold lettering across the top, Maria’s eyes lit up before she turned to Liz and smiled widely.
“Oh no. No, no, no.” Liz shook her head, reading Maria’s thoughts.
“Liz, come on, it’ll be fun! Just think, no more Czechoslovakian drama!”
Liz continued shaking her head in protest. “No way, Maria.”
Maria kept waving the flyer at her. “If you do this, I’ll owe you one. Please. Pretty please! How can you turn this face down?” With that, Maria gave Liz her best puppy dog eyes.
Liz fought a smile, then said, “You already owe me for covering your Saturday shift last week.”
“Okay, so I’ll owe you two big ones. Please?”
Liz sighed. “Fine, fine, fine. But I don’t want to hear the name Michael Guerin leave your lips anymore today.”
“No problem!” Maria agreed. “Let’s go!”
***
“Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”
Tess Harding looked up from the TV when she heard the front door of the suite open, revealing an excited Maria, with a less enthusiastic Liz trailing behind. “Liz, you should wear that cute red dress that you packed,” Maria was saying. “It goes so well with your skin tone.”
“Maria, I seriously doubt that anyone will be dressed up for a five-second date with a stranger,” Liz said.
Her curiosity piqued, Tess couldn’t help but ask, “What are you guys up to?”
Startled, the two girls turned to find Tess reclining on the couch. They glanced at each other before Maria answered with some hesitation. “Just this thing downstairs that we’re headed off to.”
“Oh,” Tess replied flatly, picking up the remote and staring at it.
Liz and Maria shared a glance, each silently asking the other the same question. Maria subtly shook her head no, but Liz suddenly blurted, “Tess, would you like to join us?”
“Really?” Tess asked.
Maria shot Liz a glare, who wouldn’t meet her eyes. In resignation, Maria muttered, “Sure.”
Half an hour later, the three girls arrived at the small restaurant by the hotel lobby, only to be greeted with a very familiar face.
“Isabel!” Maria exclaimed. “Weren’t you already on a date?”
Isabel Evans looked up from the flyer she had been staring at and took in the faces of her friends. She stared at them with wide eyes, obviously surprised to be running into them. “What are you guys doing here?”
“The question is, what is the Elle Macpherson of West Roswell High doing at a speed dating service?” Maria teased.
Isabel casually flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I was just walking by and saw a group of people coming in, and figured I would check it out. But I was actually just getting ready to leave,” she added. “I mean, speed dating? Really.”
“Riiiight,” all three girls said simultaneously, sharing a knowing glance before laughing.
“Come on,” Maria said, linking her arm with Liz’s. “Let’s just check this thing out together. Maybe we’ll have a good laugh later.”
The four girls headed inside and were handed an index card with a number written on it. A small redheaded woman holding a clipboard in one hand and a whistle in the other came to greet the group. “Good evening, everyone!” she said in an all-too-energetic voice. “I’m Susie, and I’ll be your hostess tonight!”
“Oh my god,” Tess said. “How much coffee has that woman had today? Because no one should be that perky.” Liz, Isabel, and Maria laughed in agreement.
“I’m really excited to be here tonight,” Susie continued, “and I know we’re all going to have a ton of fun! So take a look at the card you got at the door, and have a seat in the chair with the corresponding number.” With that, she blew on her whistle and clapped her hands. “All right, people! Let’s get to it! We’re in for an hour of fun!”
“An hour?” Liz asked, glaring again at Maria.
Maria ignored her and headed to her seat. The girls settled themselves in their assigned spots, only to notice that the chairs across from them seemed to be the only empty ones.
Confused, Isabel flagged down Susie and asked her, “Why isn’t there anyone in these seats?”
Glancing at her trusty clipboard, Susie answered, “It appears we’ve had a few no-shows, but don’t worry. Things move fast, so someone’ll be seated across from you before you know it. That’s why we call it speed dating!” And with no more words, she was off again.
“Great,” Isabel sighed in frustration, all the while muttering about how she could have organized this event in her sleep.
“Okay, we’re about to get stated, on my whistle!” Susie announced. “So let’s get out there and make some matches!” Just as she brought her whistle to her lips, she stopped short when the door behind her opened. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “It looks like we have late-comers! Come on in, guys! There are four empty seats waiting for you!”
Liz, Isabel, Maria, and Tess all turned around to see who their partners would be. As the four newcomers came into view, jaws dropped and Maria uttered three simple words.
“OH, HELL NO.”