What Happens In Vegas...

Any assurance his brother tried to give that he could make it all the way through his wedding vows without shagging someone, even a sodding bridesmaid of which there were several delectable options, was hindered by the fact that Rodolphus didn’t believe in monogamy. Getting married and having children was of course a necessity but fucking only one woman for the rest of your life sounded tedious and mind numbing. Six weeks of only Lilith, who was far too attractive for his baby brother to begin with, was bound to rub Rabastan the wrong way and Rod seriously doubted he’d still be going strong by then. “You mean after you cream yourself three seconds into watching that minx undress? If you don’t explode all over her within a minute of getting your dick wet, you’ll be a fucking hero.” Lilith was a naughty little seductress and Roddy could only imagine what sort of kinky shit she’d let a man do to her once her cherry was finally popped. For all the naughty things he and his soon-to-be sister-in-law had done in the past, she still had her V card and Rod was only slightly jealous of his baby brother to be the one to truly fuck Lilith Burke six ways from Sunday. Of course, Rabastan would never speak like that about his future wife, at least not sober or in mixed company. For all the show Rodolphus put on about being an upstanding gentleman in public, Rabby was much more true to that persona of the two of them, though Rodolphus never had to push too hard to get Rabastan to let loose with him and the boys were known amongst their friends to get into quite a lot of trouble. They got on well on nights like the one ahead of them, though Rabastan would undoubtably be the more responsible one. Rodolphus gave a laugh, second guessing how responsible his brother might truly end up being as he howled the city’s name into the dessert air.

The hotel suite was impossibly large and as Roddy took a big sip of his drink he tried imagining how many hookers they could comfortably fit in the space. Nearly 100, he thought, but of course his brother was being a pussy and saving himself for his wife so the lion’s share of the shagging would have to be made up by himself and the rest of the lads while Rabby sat with his dick in his hand and played blackjack. “Malfoy and Blackwood are expected,” he answered. “Burke is pussy-whipped and probably won’t be leaving his pregnant wife anytime soon. Avery never gave me a straight forward answer. James is surly cunt so I didn’t tell him about it, and Blackthorne never shows when he’s expected but always does when he isn’t. So, to answer your question, who the fuck knows.” Roddy pulled a silver cigarette case from his pocket and plucked a joint from inside, lighting it with his wand an inhaling deeply, holding the smoke in his lungs for a moment. “To the groom,” he said as he exhaled, passing the joint to his brother and turning toward the sound of a door opening behind him.

It was his soon-to-be brother-in-law’s stag night and Lucian had decided weeks ago when the invitation had come that he wasn’t going to attend. Loosh enjoyed the Lestranges, they were quite the riot, but he was certain that one or both of them would have planned something that he wouldn’t be comfortable knowing about considering the following day Rab would be walking down the aisle to meet his sister. Lucian was loyal beyond most anything else and while he hated to admit to having favorites, Lilith was certainly the sibling he got on best with. Witnessing anything that might create an eventual rift in her marriage was not something Lucian intended on doing, so he was set against the idea of going and his wife’s pregnancy made the perfect excuse.

Until it didn’t.

He’d been hemming and hawing about it for days now, argue with himself but then reasoning that some of his best mates would be there and what sort of brother-in-law was he turning out to be if he wouldn’t even participate in the most basic of celebrations? He’d talked it over with Clem, deciding that yes she was extremely pregnant but there wasn’t much risk of her going into labor tonight, and he really would feel like shite if he missed all the fun. It was very last minute when Lucian kissed his wife farewell and headed out to meet the lads. The first step of that process was, of course, hitching a ride. Raph was already in the states, on tour with The Hook and he knew Rodolphus had plans to escort the groom-to-be himself, he wasn’t about to interrupt those plans. With little time to spare, Lucian turned up at Fin’s door, ringing the bell and asking if it was too late to hitch a portkey to Vegas with him. Of course it wasn’t and shortly they were on their way to Sin City where it seemed the rest of the party had already arrived.

“I don’t remember you buying that from me,” he said in a mock accusatory tone, walking into the posh hotel suite and seeing Roddy passing around a joint. “Can you believe this prick?” he asked Fin, a broad grin spreading across his face. Looking to Rabastan, his sister’s groom, he smiled. “We’re not hanging around here all night, are we lads?” It was a huge room, but Lucian had never been to Las Vegas and he was eager to take it all in. That was definitely a contributing factor in his decision to possibly observe some marriage-wrecking fiasco courtesy of the Lestrange brothers.