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[indent][i][color=CECB00]“Las Vegas? Really?”[/color][/i]

That had been Jonathan Górecka’s response when he received the invitation. The reason for such surprise wasn’t that Góre particularly thought Las Vegas was a bad place in general but rather that he thought Darien would’ve picked a [i]different[/i] place than the city that was known for five-second weddings and next day annulments. A wedding in a more meaningful place made sense, but Góre wasn’t going to bring that up when he arrived. He may have been an [i]asshole[/i] but he wasn’t without tact. He’d be a terrible lawyer if the opposite was true.

Góre had been living out of Los Angeles for several years now, so the close proximity to Vegas allowed him to coordinate, plan, and arrive in a timely fashion. He had no need for dealing with long flights or figure out the best route to the city like some of the other attendants of the wedding would and was probably one of the few people who had an extreme familiarity with the city. Not to say others hadn’t visited, but he definitely had a sort of home-field advantage. He couldn’t even count how many Vegas parties he had attended in the last year alone due to the business demands of his bosses and peers in the law firm he was attached to. 

When he had arrived in Las Vegas he had settled his luggage in his room and made sure everything was set. He didn’t bother holding up in his room, though. If he was going to be in Vegas for a near week he was going to enjoy himself. The Hotel had a bar, restaurant, arcade; basically the whole “works”. He had little experience with it in comparison to the other hotels and casinos he had been to. He figured the best thing to do would grab a few drinks and see if he could catch sight of Darien or anyone else he could probably recognize. It was a sound enough plan, especially considering the first night at Vegas was likely just going to be a time for everyone to get comfortable with each other and probably just about nothing else. After all, the real “fun” wouldn’t begin until Thursday night.

As he took his seat at a table he wondered what exactly had gotten into Darien’s head. He figured he probably was hiding the whole concept that he was an anxious, nervous wreck very well – and he knew damn well that while a smaller more intimate wedding was more Darien’s speed, he definitely wasn’t one for the glitz and bombast of Vegas. As far as Góre could tell, the idea of Vegas was most probably not Darien’s idea. Not that anything could be changed at this point. A year of planning had gone by in what seemed like an instant and here Darien was surrounded by some of his closest friends, even if some of them had a bit trouble with grasping the idea of keeping up with people who were half a continent away. Despite that lack of competence with keeping in touch Darien had trusted Góre with a lot. He was still second-guessing himself. But Darien was a very hard person to tell ‘no’ to. Not that he was intimidating, but rather the opposite. All of that aside, at the very least it was a weekend Góre could use as a “vacation” away from his job. And that was something he needed, even with everything Darien needed him to do.

He took a light breath, smiled, and raised the glass in front of him and took a drink. It was going to be an interesting weekend.[/indent]