Las Vegas, NV (Part 3)

Las Vegas, NV

Yixing's audition is on a Friday, and Kris wishes him luck with a big smile and a pat on the back. He gets a text from Yixing around mid-day, saying that both he and Jongin had made past the first two rounds, and would be busy all afternoon.

"I don't know whether to be happy or sad," Lu Han mutters, looking like a lost puppy.

Tao sighs. "Yixing really wants this, so we should support him even if it means he'll be leaving us."

Kris agrees wholeheartedly. "I haven't seen him this passionate about something for years; I really missed this Yixing."

When the pair gets back at the end of the day, both are in high spirits.

"They loved Yixing and his dimple," Jongin says happily.

Yixing blushes. "No, the main agent was obsessed with Jongin! He said he hasn't seen anyone dance like that since - "

"They loved us both, basically," Jongin interrupts humbly. "I think we're both in."

"When do you find out?" Lu Han asks in a small voice.

Yixing does not notice, still on his adrenaline rush. "In a week or so, Lu," he replies excitedly. "I can't wait!"

"Oh." Lu Han spins on his heels and stomps into his room, slamming the door rather loudly.

Yixing just blinks at the closed door. "What's with him?" he asks no one in particular.

Kris shrugs, but doesn't meet his eyes. He has a feeling he knows exactly what Lu Han's problem is. However, it is between Lu Han and Yixing, and he is not in a position to meddle.

When Lu Han emerges from his room thirty minutes later, he is back to his normal, cheery self. He is the first one out of the door when they leave for the night club, on route to search for the city's best mixed drinks.

"It's a noble cause," Kris hears him say to Yixing as the elevator doors close.

Yeah, right.

Lu Han and Yixing seem to take the mission seriously, however. They drag Kris and Tao to three different clubs before deciding to stay at the last one, deeming its alcohol worthy of their presence. By then, both boys are relatively tipsy. Tao is on the dance floor making new friends, but Kris nurses a single drink by the bar, taking his time.

"What's with you?" the bartender shouts over the loud music.

"I've gotta be sober enough to take my friends home," Kris shouts back. "I'm the designated 'responsible friend'."

The bartender gives him a sympathetic smile. "Drinks are on the house," he says, patting Kris on the shoulder before moving on to his other customers. "I hated being the responsible one."

It takes another 40 minutes for Tao to return, flushed, but still sober.

"Uh…Lu Han is making out with someone on the dance floor," he says, plopping into the barstool next to Kris and tapping counter to get the bartender's attention.

Kris fails to see the point; Lu Han has hooked up with more people in the past year than he has in his whole life time. "So? Nothing new."

Tao shakes his head slowly. "The person he is making out with is Yixing."

"Oh." That is definitely something new.

Kris takes a moment to think and swishes the remains of his drink around the bottom of the glass, looking over to the direction that Tao is pointing. Lu Han's light blond hair is easily recognizable in the darkened club, and he has Yixing pressed up against one of the floor-to-ceiling columns on the edge of the dance floor. One hand is wrapped aggressively in Yixing's brown locks and the other is on Yixing's collar, yanking him closer. Yixing does not seem to mind, if the way he has his hands on Lu Han's hips and tongue down his throat is anything to go by.

"Should we be concerned that our best friends are eating each other's faces?" Tao asks mildly.

Kris shrugs. "Nah," he says. "I think it's about time. There's been so much tension between since we got here in Vegas, it was starting to make me uncomfortable."

Tao opens his mouth to say something, but decides against it.

When Lu Han stumbles back to the bar ten minutes later and inserts himself between Kris and Tao's barstools, his face is flushed red. "Hi," he says with a little laugh, dragging Yixing behind him. The dancer's white dress shirt has one too many buttons undone and a hickey is developing on his exposed collarbone.

"Um, hey," Tao replies, trying and failing to keep a smirk off his face. "What's up with you guys?"

“It’s hot in here,” Yixing says glassy eyed, leaning in to kiss Lu Han again.

"Oh spare us," Tao mutters, making a retching sound.

"Kris!" Lu Han says in excitement, suddenly pulling away from Yixing. "Kris, guess what?"

Kris hums, humoring his drunk friend.

"Yixing - Yixing and I are gonna get married," Lu Han giggles.

At that, Tao raises an eyebrow. "Are you now?" he asks, still smirking.

"We're going to - do you want - do you want to come to the wedding?" Lu Han continues. He hooks an arm around Yixing's shoulder and tries to steal Tao's drink from the table. Tao snatches it out of his grasp and Lu Han pouts for a moment before being distracted, yet again, by Yixing's lips.

"This is gross," Tao says over their heads.

Kris kind of has to agree, because watching his two best friends make out is certainly not the highlight of his night

"Separate," he commands, grabbing Yixing by the shoulder and moving him into a seat on his other side. Lu Han's hands reach after Yixing, but Tao sits Lu Han down in his seat and then shifts one over.

"There two are dumb," Tao observes after a few minutes. Yixing has fallen asleep using his arms as a pillow and Lu Han is staring, entranced, at a bottle of Vodka behind the bar.

With a sign, Kris gets to his feet. "I'll grab Yixing; you get Lu Han. I think it's time to go home."

[A/N]: #word omg we're getting to the enddddd