Vegas, Baby || CLOSED (aqua-canalis)

He had absolutely no idea how his old friend Jeff had gotten a hold of him in Seattle but when that phone call came it an invitation to his wedding held in Vegas, Brent no longer cared. The city of fools and gambling was sure to put some more cash in his pocket, but only if he played it right. Once he hung up he grabbed a backpack and started to pack and call Piper, “Babe.” He said once he heard her pick up the phone, “have an old friend that’s getting married, they want us to come down to Vegas.” Grabbing a toothbrush and toothpaste, a couple pairs of socks, and a light jacket pin case the Nevada desert wind acted up. “I don’t think I have anything nice to wear for the wedding, I can’t wear jeans can I?”