SkyGirl5
Cadet
Okay i had several requests for this fic to be next so here you guys go!
i just wanted to clear something up first. I mentioned in the last fic that i was "running out" of new ones to post...and while that's true, i just mean im running out by my own standards. Typically, i have a five month waiting period between finishing a fic and starting to post it, but the last fic i finished was the end of june, so that takes us up to the end of 2007 more or less. That is the end though. I'm very sorry to say that, but that's the way it has to be. Working full time has cut my free time up into fractions of what it once was, plus i am focusing on trying to write a "real" novel...which who knows how that will go. I mean, i have the novel rough draft half done, but who knows if it'll get published
anyway the fic...
Title: What Happens in Vegas
Genre: S/v mild Angst. Just graduated from college fun
Summary: Sydney Bristow simply wants to enjoy her Las Vegas vacation with her best friend, Michael Vaughn poolside with a book in her hand. Sadly, Michael's friends have other plans, especially when betting is involved... [16]
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Chapter 1
“Sydney!” Irina Bristow called up the stairs to her eldest daughter. “Sydney, Michael just pulled up out front! Are you all packed?”
“Just a second!” Sydney called back down to her mother.
Irina sighed slightly and shook her head. Of course her habitually late daughter would wait until the morning of her flight to begin packing for her trip. No matter how much Irina nagged and encouraged her to pack sooner, Sydney just would not listen. When she heard a car door slam outside, Irina walked over to the front door to greet the familiar boy. The son of her very best friend, Amelia Vaughn, and the best friend of her daughter, Michael was a frequent fixture in her life.
“’Morning Irina,” Michael said pleasantly. He hopped up onto the front porch of the Bristow’s two story brick home and crammed his hands down into his jean pockets. “Is Syd ready or did she just start packing?” he asked with a slight laugh.
“Sadly, she’s still packing, but I don’t think she just started – thank goodness. Go on up; perhaps you can encourage her to go faster,” Irina said, gesturing towards the stairs behind her. Since Michael and Sydney made it clear they were not now, nor would they be in the near future, in a romantic relationship, Irina saw no problem in Michael going upstairs into Sydney’s room unsupervised. Her husband, on the other hand, was not overly thrilled about it, but he was usually at work and was unaware of it anyway.
Giving her a soft smile, Michael jogged up the stairs past Irina. He turned down the left side of the hallway and went into the second door on the right, Sydney’s room. There, he found her digging through her drawers full of clothing, a half packed suitcase open on her pink-clad bed. “Syyyyyyd,” Michael groaned. “C’mon we’re supposed to leave in like…two minutes!” he said after glancing down at his watch.
“And I’ll be done in two minutes if you leave me alone,” she said in a sweet voice that had a razor sharp edge. Rising up his hands in defense, Michael backed two steps away from her and leaned up against the doorframe to wait.
The trip for which Sydney was packing was their “Thank God we’ve finally graduated from college!” celebratory trip to Las Vegas. While Sydney and Michael graduated from the same school, the trip was not a joint idea between them. Really, it had been cooked up by Michael and a group of four of his friends, with whom Sydney was not very close. Michael invited her along, though, stating that he did not want her to be left out. Besides, she did not even have to hang out with them if she did not want to; they were simply splitting the cost of a hotel room more ways.
At first, Sydney was very reluctant to tag along, fearing she would be the third (in this case sixth) wheel. Besides, in her view, Michael’s crew of cronies was not a bunch she got along with particularly well. Quite frankly, they teased her more than she would have liked for a supposedly mature group of twenty-two year olds. Though she was hesitant to go, Michael practically begged her on his hands and knees to tag along with them. Finally, he was able to seal the deal by stating the trip would not be complete without his best friend there to share it; this Sydney could not say no to.
“Okay, okay, I’m ready,” Sydney sighed five minutes after Michael arrived. He had been tapping his foot impatiently all that time in hopes of getting her to pack faster. Instead, all he succeeded in doing was earning a few menacing glares, which slowed the packing process down even more.
“Did ya pack that little red bikini?” he asked teasingly.
She gave him a look. “Don’t be such a guy,” she warned.
“Sorry; its my nature,” he smiled. Then he picked up her now full suitcase from the bed and carried it downstairs and out to his trunk. He waited while Sydney hugged her mother and said goodbye, even though they would only be gone for five days. Once this was over, Sydney climbed into the passenger seat of his car and buckled her seat belt.
“I can’t believe we’re really going to Vegas,” Sydney sighed, tucking her hair behind her ears.
“You mean you can’t believe you agreed to go to Vegas?” Michael questioned with an eyebrow raise.
“Well yeah, that too,” she laughed softly. Gambling definitely was not her thing, neither was drinking. Since her chosen major, chemistry, left little free time, she had very minimal experience with the latter. Further more, she was not interested in gambling at all and planned on not doing so. Well, maybe she would try a slot machine just to say she had done so, but there was no way she was playing poker; she already knew she was terrible at it, so why prove that by risking lots of money doing so?
“C’mon Syd, everyone’s gotta go to Vegas once in their life. It’s like…a rule or something,” Michael told her.
“Oh yes, I’m sure it is,” she rolled her eyes. “Although, I’m pretty sure Nadia thinks so. All morning she was going on and on about how unfair it is she still has three more years before she graduates and can do the same.” Sydney sighed, shaking her head slightly at her younger and much more spoiled sister.
“Well we couldn’t have taken her anyway; she’s not twenty-one yet,” Michael pointed out.
“Try telling her that,” Sydney laughed.
After a brief drive, they arrived at the airport, unloaded their baggage, and hurried into the terminal. There, they met up with the group of four friends who would be joining them: Steve, his girlfriend Tammy, Andrew, and Jas (short for Jasmine, though no one called her that). Sydney said polite hellos to them all before shrinking back behind Michael, hoping to stay out of view and thus out of the conversation. Being Michael’s best friend, she had met the foursome many times over; however, she could not say she was close friends with – or even friendly with – any of them. That was why her suitcase was chockfull of reading material for the poolside.
“C’mon let’s go guys – the sooner we get there the sooner Sydney gets her surprise!” Andrew said with a rather obnoxious wink.
“Surprise?” Sydney asked very cautiously.
“Yeah, we all chipped in – we’re getting you a male hooker so you can lose your virginity!” Jas laughed.
“Wonderful,” Sydney muttered under her breath as she rolled her eyes; it was going to be a very long week.
i just wanted to clear something up first. I mentioned in the last fic that i was "running out" of new ones to post...and while that's true, i just mean im running out by my own standards. Typically, i have a five month waiting period between finishing a fic and starting to post it, but the last fic i finished was the end of june, so that takes us up to the end of 2007 more or less. That is the end though. I'm very sorry to say that, but that's the way it has to be. Working full time has cut my free time up into fractions of what it once was, plus i am focusing on trying to write a "real" novel...which who knows how that will go. I mean, i have the novel rough draft half done, but who knows if it'll get published
anyway the fic...
Title: What Happens in Vegas
Genre: S/v mild Angst. Just graduated from college fun
Summary: Sydney Bristow simply wants to enjoy her Las Vegas vacation with her best friend, Michael Vaughn poolside with a book in her hand. Sadly, Michael's friends have other plans, especially when betting is involved... [16]
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Chapter 1
“Sydney!” Irina Bristow called up the stairs to her eldest daughter. “Sydney, Michael just pulled up out front! Are you all packed?”
“Just a second!” Sydney called back down to her mother.
Irina sighed slightly and shook her head. Of course her habitually late daughter would wait until the morning of her flight to begin packing for her trip. No matter how much Irina nagged and encouraged her to pack sooner, Sydney just would not listen. When she heard a car door slam outside, Irina walked over to the front door to greet the familiar boy. The son of her very best friend, Amelia Vaughn, and the best friend of her daughter, Michael was a frequent fixture in her life.
“’Morning Irina,” Michael said pleasantly. He hopped up onto the front porch of the Bristow’s two story brick home and crammed his hands down into his jean pockets. “Is Syd ready or did she just start packing?” he asked with a slight laugh.
“Sadly, she’s still packing, but I don’t think she just started – thank goodness. Go on up; perhaps you can encourage her to go faster,” Irina said, gesturing towards the stairs behind her. Since Michael and Sydney made it clear they were not now, nor would they be in the near future, in a romantic relationship, Irina saw no problem in Michael going upstairs into Sydney’s room unsupervised. Her husband, on the other hand, was not overly thrilled about it, but he was usually at work and was unaware of it anyway.
Giving her a soft smile, Michael jogged up the stairs past Irina. He turned down the left side of the hallway and went into the second door on the right, Sydney’s room. There, he found her digging through her drawers full of clothing, a half packed suitcase open on her pink-clad bed. “Syyyyyyd,” Michael groaned. “C’mon we’re supposed to leave in like…two minutes!” he said after glancing down at his watch.
“And I’ll be done in two minutes if you leave me alone,” she said in a sweet voice that had a razor sharp edge. Rising up his hands in defense, Michael backed two steps away from her and leaned up against the doorframe to wait.
The trip for which Sydney was packing was their “Thank God we’ve finally graduated from college!” celebratory trip to Las Vegas. While Sydney and Michael graduated from the same school, the trip was not a joint idea between them. Really, it had been cooked up by Michael and a group of four of his friends, with whom Sydney was not very close. Michael invited her along, though, stating that he did not want her to be left out. Besides, she did not even have to hang out with them if she did not want to; they were simply splitting the cost of a hotel room more ways.
At first, Sydney was very reluctant to tag along, fearing she would be the third (in this case sixth) wheel. Besides, in her view, Michael’s crew of cronies was not a bunch she got along with particularly well. Quite frankly, they teased her more than she would have liked for a supposedly mature group of twenty-two year olds. Though she was hesitant to go, Michael practically begged her on his hands and knees to tag along with them. Finally, he was able to seal the deal by stating the trip would not be complete without his best friend there to share it; this Sydney could not say no to.
“Okay, okay, I’m ready,” Sydney sighed five minutes after Michael arrived. He had been tapping his foot impatiently all that time in hopes of getting her to pack faster. Instead, all he succeeded in doing was earning a few menacing glares, which slowed the packing process down even more.
“Did ya pack that little red bikini?” he asked teasingly.
She gave him a look. “Don’t be such a guy,” she warned.
“Sorry; its my nature,” he smiled. Then he picked up her now full suitcase from the bed and carried it downstairs and out to his trunk. He waited while Sydney hugged her mother and said goodbye, even though they would only be gone for five days. Once this was over, Sydney climbed into the passenger seat of his car and buckled her seat belt.
“I can’t believe we’re really going to Vegas,” Sydney sighed, tucking her hair behind her ears.
“You mean you can’t believe you agreed to go to Vegas?” Michael questioned with an eyebrow raise.
“Well yeah, that too,” she laughed softly. Gambling definitely was not her thing, neither was drinking. Since her chosen major, chemistry, left little free time, she had very minimal experience with the latter. Further more, she was not interested in gambling at all and planned on not doing so. Well, maybe she would try a slot machine just to say she had done so, but there was no way she was playing poker; she already knew she was terrible at it, so why prove that by risking lots of money doing so?
“C’mon Syd, everyone’s gotta go to Vegas once in their life. It’s like…a rule or something,” Michael told her.
“Oh yes, I’m sure it is,” she rolled her eyes. “Although, I’m pretty sure Nadia thinks so. All morning she was going on and on about how unfair it is she still has three more years before she graduates and can do the same.” Sydney sighed, shaking her head slightly at her younger and much more spoiled sister.
“Well we couldn’t have taken her anyway; she’s not twenty-one yet,” Michael pointed out.
“Try telling her that,” Sydney laughed.
After a brief drive, they arrived at the airport, unloaded their baggage, and hurried into the terminal. There, they met up with the group of four friends who would be joining them: Steve, his girlfriend Tammy, Andrew, and Jas (short for Jasmine, though no one called her that). Sydney said polite hellos to them all before shrinking back behind Michael, hoping to stay out of view and thus out of the conversation. Being Michael’s best friend, she had met the foursome many times over; however, she could not say she was close friends with – or even friendly with – any of them. That was why her suitcase was chockfull of reading material for the poolside.
“C’mon let’s go guys – the sooner we get there the sooner Sydney gets her surprise!” Andrew said with a rather obnoxious wink.
“Surprise?” Sydney asked very cautiously.
“Yeah, we all chipped in – we’re getting you a male hooker so you can lose your virginity!” Jas laughed.
“Wonderful,” Sydney muttered under her breath as she rolled her eyes; it was going to be a very long week.