Title: What Happens In Vegas

Pairing: Marley/Ryder

Author's Note: Yes. If you've watched the movie with Ashton Kutcher and Cameron Diaz called 'What Happens In Vegas', and you're wondering if this story has something to do with it, then yes. It does. As a matter of fact, it has everything to do with it, for the movie itself is my inspiration for this story, hence the title. Anyway, I really hope you'll like this. I just had this thought while I was re-watching the movie, and I thought it'd be awesome for a Ryley storyline. There will also be some Kitty/Jake parts in the story, so I'm excited about writing that too. Anyway, I'll try my best to keep our favorite couples in-character, although I can't promise that I won't bend their characters just a tad bit to fit the storyline of this fic. R&R!

-Sux2budude

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or What Happens In Vegas (movie)... I think that's pretty darn obvious though.

-MR-

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Marley Rose is a simple girl. She likes to think she's a woman, but in layman's term, she is but a girl… but for the people who truly know Marley Rose and the secrets she holds deep within, no one deserves the title of a 'Woman' more than Marley Rose.

At the young age of 22, Marley had accomplished much. To a stranger, it's not all that much. But to her and the people who know her, it's almost too much. She's lived a simple life with her mother. She's certainly not rich, for her mother used to be the lunch lady at her high school in Lima, Ohio. They were practically poor. They never had much, and sometimes, they almost didn't have enough, having nearly been evicted from their home, a total of six times in a single year. But no matter, Marley never let mere financial shortages get in the way of her dreams. So after graduating from high school, Marley received a full scholarship to NYADA, and she did all the best she could to achieve her dreams.

And today, as Marley practically floats out of the Recording Studio which she had just signed a record deal with, she can't help the excitement, quickly building into a squeal of delight at the back of her throat, because her dreams are finally beginning to come true.

The young, blue-eyed brunette is jolted out of her dazed, yet euphoric thoughts when her phone vibrates violently in the pocket of her jeans, having turned the volume off earlier when she saw the 'Silence your phone' sign by the door of the Music Studio. Marley makes quick work of pushing it up with her fingers, and pulling it out, before staring down at the caller I.D.

Kitty Wilde

Marley's frenemy. Sometimes they're friends, and other times, they're… not. Kitty Wilde is your typical bitchy-cheerleading-mean girl-high school bully. She used to be Marley Rose's high school tormentor, but now, they have this weird sort of friendship that neither one of them understands. They're always there for each other, in the most uncivilized and brutal way… but that's mostly Kitty. They have this love-hate relationship that they both refuse to acknowledge, each ignoring all the accusations that they're really just best friends. What utter bullshit! Marley Rose knows better than to answer a call from Kitty, but she also knows how stubborn and vicious the blonde can be when ignored, so she simply presses her finger to the green call button, and cautiously pulls the phone up to her ear. However, before the brunette could voice her greetings, she's bombarded by the blonde's annoyed screeches. "Why the hell do you have to make me wait six—Six! Rings, to answer your goddamn cheap phone, Bulimic?!"

Marley rolls her eyes. That's right, she was formerly a bulimic too. But that was back in high school, and high school has been over for a while now. "What do you want, Kitty?" Marley asks in exasperation, because seriously! Why does she even bother to wait six rings if she's going to be mad about it?

"I want to know why you're late!"

"Late?" Marley asks confusedly, starting to run events and dates in her head for what she might be late for.

"Oh you've gotta be shitting me." Kitty curses wildly on the other end, and Marley has to pull the phone away from her ear or she'll be deaf in one ear for the rest of her life, and be that as it may, someone who has a record deal with New York's top-of-the-line recording studios, cannot afford to be half-deaf.

"Do you have any idea what day it is?"

Marley's brain zeroes in on today's date, the 21st of January, and that's when her stomach churns guiltily. "Oh shit!" Marley exclaims, face palming herself.

"Oh shit is right, Rose! You have twenty minutes to get to your apartment."

Marley's eyes widen in disbelief. "Twenty minutes? I'm too far away!" she shrieks, because she'd have to be on a helicopter to get to her apartment in twenty minutes. How could she be so careless and selfish, and practically forget about her boyfriend's birthday? The birthday that she and Kitty had been planning for the past two weeks?!

"Then you better haul ass, Bulimic!" Kitty exclaims, and hangs up in her typical Kitty Wilde-phone call-goodbye.

-MR-

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She had to literally shove a guy out of her way to get in a cab, and pay extra cash for the cab driver to go above the speed limit to get to her destination, but Marley managed to get to her apartment in just above twenty minutes. Thankfully, Kitty didn't put up too much of a hassle when Marley finally dove into the apartment, because in Kitty's words, 'Your boyfriend is simply too much of a dork to be getting this much of a surprise party, and I'm currently hoping you find it in your low-standardized mind to realize that he really is an asshole.'

For the past seven months that Marley has been dating Eric Scholl, Kitty had been the one person who thought that they were terrible for each other, even going as far as trying to break them apart by leaving hints in Marley's apartment about Law-student's being secretly gay. Marley had initially thought that Kitty was just jealous that she was dating a Law-student, and had accused the blonde of it on one particularly bad argument that they had about Eric, when Kitty had suggested that she break up with the 'dumb-shit' (Kitty's words), because the blonde had a bad feeling about him.

"You're just jealous that someone like Eric actually wants to be with me, and not you!" Marley screamed at her on-and-off best friend.

Kitty merely scoffed at the accusation. "Oh Please. First of all, someone like Eric is probably the last guy I'd want to be with. He's blonde for one, and you know I don't get acquainted with guys who have the same hair color as mine because they could easily be my cousin twice removed or something. Also, he's boring, loud, and obnoxious, snores like an atomic explosion, smells like dirty gym socks, and has only the quarter of the bulge in an empty sack of potatoes… And for once, I'm actually trying to help you out because I care about you!"

By the end of their argument, both girls were seething, and Kitty had threatened to end Marley's life if the brunette breathes a word about her saying she actually cared about her. Kitty also stopped trying to pry Marley and Eric apart after that, even though the blonde still had a bad feeling about Eric.

…

"He's coming up!" Marley exclaims to all the partygoers, who quickly scramble to their designated hiding places. "Remember. Wait until he's through the hallway."

Kitty hisses to all of Marley and Eric's weird and boring friends to shut the hell up and hide behind something as Marley excitedly turns the lights off and hurries through the hallway to stand by the door, and wait for the elevator to reach her floor.

DING!

Marley plasters a huge smile on her face as the elevator doors slide away, and Eric steps out in his usual formal suit, and his work case dangling from his fingertips. "Happy birthday!" Marley squeals in delight, pulling him into a hug and pecking his lips lightly, before trying to pull him further into the darkness of her apartment where her big surprise for him could take full effect. However, before she could get him close enough through the foyer, Eric pulls at her hands, stopping her.

"Marley, we have to talk."

Marley's eyebrows furrow momentarily, but she quickly dismisses it. "Okay, but let's talk inside where it's warm and cozy." She tries seductively, still pulling on Eric's arm.

Kitty rolls her eyes from her place by the entrance, trying her best not to gag.

"Marley, no… we really have to talk." Eric insists, pulling his arm from her grasp, and Marley suddenly has a bad feeling that she knows what that means. She can see the slight look of guilt in his eyes, and only one thought comes to her mind. You better not fucking dump me in the front of all our friends. He hasn't confirmed yet that he's going to be dumping her, but Marley's pretty sure that that is the direction of this 'talk' he's trying to have with her.

So with as much force as she can manage, she pulls on Eric's arm again, hoping to all that is holy that he doesn't say anything before the lights come on.

However, her actions only frustrate Eric even more, and he pulls away forcefully, almost causing Marley to topple into the wall, but she luckily has a bit more reflexes than she thought, and she quickly steadies herself. "Marley, I'm breaking up with you." Eric states loudly, his tone bordering on anger.

Before Marley could react or even speak, a loud gasp breaks out from the darkness of the apartment, and Eric's eyes narrow as he stares over her shoulder. Suddenly, the lights come on, and Kitty Wilde is standing at the entrance, glaring daggers back at Eric. "Surprise, asshole." She barks out, and Eric winces as some of the people in the apartment all stare in shock at him.

Eric looks back down at Marley, who just stands there, staring at him. "You—You threw a surprise party for me?"

Marley had expected to feel pain, misery, agony, and the first stage of hell, but… really, she just feels anger. Disgust. Molten fury… and the sting of being dumped in the front of everyone in her apartment. "I think the party's over." She whispers, hoping to God that the tears don't start falling and further destroying what tiny flake of dignity she has left.

"Oh my God, Marley I'm so sorr—," Eric begins, but the furious blonde at the other side of the hallway cuts him off.

"Are you deaf, asshole? I believe she just said the party's over!" she snaps. When Eric doesn't move, Kitty continues. "That means scram!" she turns to all the people in Marley's apartment, glaring venomously at all the people there. "Everyone, out!" she screams, and that's all the people need to hear to quickly head for the door, not wanting to be the target of the blonde girls fury.

Marley keeps her head down the entire time as each of her and Eric's friends file one by one down the hallway and out the door. She can almost feel their pitiful stares digging into her scalp, and she just really wants to disappear right now. Eric is no longer standing in the front of her, and for that, the brunette is thankful… but what she's really thankful for, is the blonde girl who's ushering everyone out of the apartment. As soon as the door finally closes, Marley collapses to the ground, not having the strength to stay on her feet. She silently cries, and a moment later, she feels the familiar arms of her blonde friend wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her into a comforting hug. After a few short moments, Kitty breaks the silence.

"I told you he was an asshole."

Marley laughs at that, and for once in her life, she's extremely grateful for Kitty's blunt honesty. She swipes at the tear tracks on her face and continues laughing as Kitty joins in, giving the brunette a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. After the initial hilariousness of absurdity has died down, Marley inhales deeply and lets Kitty pull her up off the floor. She holds her head up, still clinging desperately to what she had salvaged of her dignity; Marley suggests something that Kitty had never imagined possible. "Let's get wasted tonight."

-MR-

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"Ugh, this was a terrible idea." Marley groans as she slams her shot glass onto the counter of the bar that they had decided was good enough to handle their, or rather, her sorrows.

Kitty snorts as she slams down her own shot glass, wincing at the horrible aftertaste of E&J's Brandy. They're going for the whole shelf. "I'd have to disagree, Bulimic. This," she says, motioning to the20 empty shot glasses in front of them, "Is probably the greatest idea you'll ever have."

Marley snorts, leaning her forehead against her palm. Her eyes are barely functioning, and she's actually surprised that she's still able to form coherent thoughts that actually makes sense, as well as sounds logical if Kitty's and the bartender- Rocky's, facial expressions are any indication. "Yeah well, I just got dumped." She picks up her tenth shot of the night and holds it up high in the air. "Let's drink to that!" she exclaims, giggling as she lowers the glass to her lips and tips it back in one gulp. Her throat burns, and her eyes sting with fresh tears at the potent, bitter, and burning taste of whatever she just drank.

Kitty laughs hysterically, but holds up her own shot glass in salute before knocking back her own shot of Tequila. Marley's a lightweight, so she knows that it's the alcohol speaking, because the brunette doesn't even realize that she's been making similar toasts for each shot that they took together.

'To being dumped.'

'To getting dumped.'

'I was dumped, and I'm loving it!'

'To being the girl who just got dumped!'

'To being a dumpee' (that's not even a word, but Marley was too inebriated to care or notice).

'To being the dump who got girled' (obviously hovering above high intoxication levels).

'YEEEEEAH, JACK DANIELS!' (Extremely drunk now).

'Fuck Eric! He can't dump me!' (Angry drunk)

And finally, 'Yeah well, I just got dumped! Let's drink to that!' (Total acceptance of inebriation and situation).

"You know what we should do?" Marley suddenly asks, her eyes still fixated on her eleventh shot.

Kitty looks questioningly at the drunken brunette. She's actually surprised that the former bulimic is still capable of forming coherent thought. She actually thought that the girl would be a blubbering, bumbling, vomiting mess, and would be passed out by now, but… Kitty's pleasantly surprised. "What's that?"

"We should go to Hawaii."

Kitty blinks at the brunette, but quickly remembers that Marley is intoxicated and is talking nonsense, so she nods absently and turns her head to the bartender, asking for a glass of water for her friend. "Right."

"No!" Marley exclaims, turning in her seat to look at Kitty with wide eyes. "Let's go to the Bahamas."

"What about your record deal?" Kitty asks.

Marley frowns, her eyebrows furrowing as her lips turn into a pout. "Shoot."

Kitty sighs heavily, taking the shot glass from Marley's hand and replacing it with a glass of water that Rocky gives her. "Drink this, Bulimic." She commands the brunette, who absentmindedly starts drinking down large gulps of water.

Kitty smirks, hopping off her seat. She takes a moment to steady herself, taking a deep breath. She's not entirely immune to alcohol, and her feet are a bit unsteady as well as her vision.

"Vegas." Marley whispers loudly enough for Kitty to hear.

"What?"

"Vegas!" Marley exclaims excitedly, hopping off her stool and toppling drunkenly into the blonde. "Let's go to Vegas!"

Kitty rolls her eyes at the brunette as she tries to hold up her friend. "Marley, you'll regret that thought as soon as you're sober."

"No I won't." Marley argues. "I want to go to Vegas!" Marley whines.

Kitty was beginning to get annoyed with the brunette, and was a hair away from knocking her out and dragging her ass down the street to her apartment. "We don't have the money for that, Marley."

Marley scoffs, pulling away from the blonde. Kitty, is slightly taken aback at the clear look in Marley's eyes. Gone is the dazed, inebriated, dreamy look in her eyes, and now replaced with a serious, wide-awake, excited, and bright expression.

"Kitty Wilde, whether you agree to come with me or not, I am going to Vegas."

"What?" Kitty exclaims in exasperation at the absurdity of Marley's statement.

Marley nods. "Yes." She looks up at the clock, making Kitty wonder if the brunette had actually drank those shots they had, or if she was pouring it down some unknown, alien-formed drainpipe that disappears into thin air after 5 minutes. "It's only 8:45, Kitty." Marley says with a wide grin. "And we're going to Vegas."

Kitty has no idea why, but the idea suddenly sounds like a good one. "You know what?" she doesn't wait for a reply as she grabs Marley's arm. "Fuck it. Let's go to Vegas!"

"VEGAS!"

-MR-

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Author's Note: Yes, I know. Long, slow, and kind of boring and predictable, but I'm still trying to find a way to fit everything into place. I also wanted to use Jake as Marley's current boyfriend, but then the whole Kitty/Jake thing wouldn't be able to work out, and I couldn't use any other existing glee member as the jerk-boyfriend, so I created Eric Scholl. Anyway, I hope you guys like this. Next chapter, I'll be introducing our Ryder Lynn and Jake Puckerman, so stay tuned for that! So REVIEW and let me know what you think! Thanks for reading.

-Sux2budude

P.S, I wrote this whole chapter in four hours nonstop, so I'm sorry for any grammatical, punctuation, or literary errors.