Ding, ding, ding the intercom system sounds through the airplane. Schmitty opens his eyes at this and lets out a yawn. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have now reached your destination," Amy's voice booms through the speakers. He looks to his left and sees Nikki looking outside the window, buildings on display, as he stretches his body and stifles an incoming yawn.

"Please remain seated until further directions. Thank you for flying AirLe-" Amy says.

"Uffff," Schmitty huffs out.

Nikki turns around and looks at him. "You're awake," she states.

"Nawww, I just sleep with my eyes open nowadays," Schmitty responds sarcastically as he stifles a laugh.

She narrows her eyes at him, then raises an eyebrow, "are you being sarcastic with me."

"Not at all," he chuckles.

"Please stand up and exit the plane in an orderly fashion. We hope you enjoy your stay and fly AirLe again." With that, the intercom sounds Ding, ding, ding, signaling the end.

The first person to get up is a tall, medium build Asian with black and green hair tossed to the side, and brown eyes. Following him is an average height lanky blonde with wide framed glasses, and hazel colored eyes, carrying his black duffel bag behind him and his arm swung over the last person to get off the plane. The last person to exit the plane is a tall dark-skinned buff guy with curly hair on his face and a cheeky grin. Nikki and Schmitty follow closely behind Aaron, Quin, and Callum.

"Give me a call- beautiful," Quin tells Amy, who stands by the door waving goodbye at people, with a wink, and moves her chin a little with his hands. Amy giggles in response, making Quin smile.

"I'm guessing she chose-" Schmitty looks at Amy from head to toe, "young," he finishes while landing his scrutinizing eyes on her face once again. Nikki crosses her arms, the wine glass perfectly grasped in her hold, and smirks.

"Hmmm, seems that way. Seems like she wants to feel younger than she is."

"She's like 28 Nikki-" Schmitty says.

"And he's 19 Schmitty," she responds with sass.

"Alright-" he shrugs, "fair point."

"Yeahhh- they can bet I'm going to enjoy our stay here," Callum voice caries over the hall. He covers his mouth into a small speaker and shouts, "LAS VEGAS, woot-woot." This earns him stares and glares from other passengers, to which he smiles and waves in return.

Nikki stops in front of Amy and pushes the wine cup into her hands. "Bye sweetheart. I REALLY enjoyed the flight," Nikki tells her as she looks her up and down, giving her a fake smile. Amy returns the fake smile as she grasps the cup in her hands. Nikki then responds by abruptly turning around, making her hair whip and hit Amy in the face.

"Ah," Amy gasps in rage and squints her eyes at her while Nikki looks ahead with a small smile.

Schmitty's laugh echoes in her ears as he wraps his arm around her shoulder and kisses her temple. "You're so petty. I LOVE it," he tells her.

"Why thank you. I try," she says with a fast and soundless laugh.

"Now-" Callum cracks his knuckles by intertwining them, flipping them over to where his palms face away from him, and stretching them. The simple act makes his biceps bulge under his sleeveless black tank top. To match the shirt, he wore beige Capri shorts and dark shades on his head with flip flops that made a little noise as if someone were chewing gum. "Where are we going?" he asks as he looks around, "Cuz I vote swimming in the hotel or a strip club. Either is fine."

They ignore him and start walking toward the baggage area, discussing more options. "I would like to go to one of the universities they have here. I heard their science field is amazing," Aaron tells the group. He wore gray sweats with a white shirt that said, "Never trust Atoms- they make up everything," in big black bold letters across it and a khaki coat.

At his words, Quin snickers and speaks, "Scientist gotta science." Aaron shoots him daggers but Quin isn't paying attention. Quin pauses his game and pockets his cell phone when they get to the baggage area. "I want to see if I can hack into the slot machines and win some money," Quin tells the group. He was wearing a gray coat and some black slacks, his blond hair tousled to the side.

"Hackers gotta hack," Aaron says, imitating Quin's words from before. Quin just shrugs his shoulders at the intended insult that didn't so much as faze him.

"We're obviously going to the hotel first- we have to check-in and get settled in," Schmitty tells them as he grabs their last suitcase. "Speaking of which, Quin, were you able to get things ready."

"Of course- would I ever let you guys down?" Quin rhetorically asks.

"You mean besides that one time we asked you to turn off the security system in the robbery we did a couple of years ago?" Callum asks sarcastically.

"You said it yourself dude- a couple of years ago. It was when I first started."

"We don't have time for your childish arguments right now," Nikki tells them sternly. "Quin, let me see them," she says with an extended hand out for him and waits as he searches in his bag, pulling out 5 small ID cards. She looks them over one by one before giving them out to everyone.

"This one's for you- Rick," she tells Callum.

"Rick Handsworth," Callum says as he admires his hands, "my hands are really worth it" and pockets the ID card.

"Your Calvin Mitchels," Nikki tells Schmitty. He simply nods his head and takes the card.

"Henry Worthing," Aaron nods his head as he takes it from her hands.

"Joseph Delia," Quin gives her a salute as he grabs it.

"And I am Delia Mitchels," Nikki says as she looks out into the crowd, looking for their ride. She finally spots a guy in his mid 50's wearing a chauffeurs outfit holding a sign that reads Mitchels. "And there's our ride," she tells the guys as she starts walking toward the chauffeur; her duffel bag is slung over her shoulder, her hips sway side to side as she makes her way over there. One thing Schmitty had noticed was that she always tried to wear sunglasses to cover her eyes, making sure no emotions could be given away. It might have been because all eyes were on her. Every moment she walked into a place or exited. It didn't matter what Nikki was doing, she always radiated power. Those around her loved it and hated it. For Schmitty, it was just a part of him.

"Let's go then. No reason to keep him waiting," Schmitty says with a smirk as he follows Nikki's lead.

"Hello- I'm Mrs, Mitchels and this," Nikki pulls Schmitty to her side "is my husband Mr. Mitchels. She gives him award-winning smile, that anyone would take as inviting.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance," Schmitty says as he stretches a hand for the guy to shake.

"Good Evening Mr. and Mrs. Mitchels," the guy says as he shakes Schmitty's hand, "I am Gregory- you're driver to the hotel," Gregory says in a well-polished tone. He nods his head, making a couple of guys step forward and taking their suitcases. "Please- follow me," Gregory speaks as he starts walking, guiding them through the crowd.

"Wow- the Mitchels really know how to live," Schmitty whispers in Nikki's ear as he intertwined their hands together.

Nikki giggles a fast and simple giggle. "We know how to live as well, love. The difference is- we have fun while we do," she responds to his previous statement.

"You're so right," he tells her, looking deep into her now uncovered eyes, and kisses the top of her hand.

Once they arrive at the black stretch limo, Gregory opens the door for them. Nikki is the first to slide into the leather seats, followed by Schmitty, Aaron, Callum, and Quin. Once they are all inside, Gregory shuts the door.

"Ooh, this is nice," Callum says as he shuffles in his seat and runs his hand over the leather exterior. "Oh- a mini-fridge," Callum yells in a giddy voice as he turns his attention toward the black mini fridge embedded into the side of the limo.

"You act like this is your first time in a limo," Aaron tells him as he grabs some champagne cups stored to the side of the mini-fridge.

"First time in Vegas. Duhhh," Callum replies as he takes out the champagne bottle and gives it to Aaron. He removes the cork by plunging the end of the corkscrew into it and turning the rectangular end to the side, finally pulling it out with all its force until it pops open. The foam makes its way up to the surface and leaks a little on the floor.

"Oops," Aaron says with a grin as he starts pouring the bubbly substance into each of the 5 cups.

Once everyone has a cup, Schmitty raises his glass toward the center, "To the Mitchels," Schmitty toast.

"To the Mitchels," everyone echos. They all take a sip when all of a sudden the car lurches forward. Nikki sits up straight from her slouching position on the seat and tries to look around but the limo gives nothing away with its tinted windows. Suddenly, the door is open and bright light pours inside the dark compartment.

"Whoa-" Quin and Aaron say at the same time, both looking outside.

"Get out- get out- get out. I want to see what you guys are whoa-ing at," Callum says and scoots forward. "Whoa," Callum says as he lets out a low whistle.

Quin turns around to face him with a lopsided grin, "I know right."

"Okay. All of you- get out," Nikki tells them as she places her empty cup on the small cup hold. They all huff and down their drink, finally stepping out.

"Oh. Hey Gregory," Quin says as he steps out; noticing Gregory by the car door, holding it open by the handle.

"Good Evening young sir."

"Oh- you flatter me, Gregory," Quin responds with a huge grin.

Aaron hits him behind the head as he speaks, "You are young- idiot."

Quin rubs his head as he speaks, "I'm 19. I'm getting old, but I guess compared to all of you guys, I am young." Callum is the next to hit him on his head.

"I'd watch it if I were you," Nikki speaks up, getting out of the car. The wind passes by her, making her hair and clothes sway with it in a perfect motion. Her sunglasses were long gone now, making her sharp gaze seem more deadly.

Quin visibly gulps at her words and nods his head. "Yes ma'am," he tells her, making the guys chuckle. Quin glares at them to which they just shrug their shoulders.

"Good boy," Nikki tells him as she pats his cheek, while Quin looks down in an embarrassed manner.

They all look up and sigh in unison as they take in the breathtaking view of the hotel. Columns stacked upon each other and everything looked so lively. The fountains in the front sprang to life, making their eyes widen. The hotel itself was filled with bright colors and seemed to be in the center of so many buzzingly streets. It was perfect for their trip.

"Thank you for bringing us Gregory," Schmitty turns his attention to Gregory, "we can take it from here," he says, sliding him a 50 dollar bill.

"Thank you, sir" Gregory responds, nervously. Schmitty can sense an uneasiness from him and narrows his eyes at him. As Gregory lifts his jacket pocket, Schmitty notices his phone opened to call setting and 911 already on the screen. Schmitty can't help but feel annoyed by this but decides he needs to take care of it before it becomes a bigger problem. Gregory gives him a wide fake smile, "Have a nice trip."

"Is everything okay Gregory?" Schmitty questions without waiting a moment more.

"Everything is fine, I just feel uneasy leaving you all by yourself," Gregory tells him with a forced grin.

"Oh Gregory- trust me, you've done enough getting us here," Nikki says with a mischief glint and smile on her face; seeing straight through his lie. "Besides- we wouldn't want to rope you in anymore. We have no idea what we are up to since we came rather- abruptly," she continues.

"Yeah- we just like to march to our own beat," Callum tells Gregory as he pats his shoulders. He then turns his attention to Quin and Aaron, "Let's get our luggage from the trunk," he tells them. The boys nod their heads and walk toward the trunk.

Nikki looks at Schmitty and then at Gregory with scrutinizing eyes, "I'm going to go make sure they get all of our luggage and check-in. Besides, I think you can handle things all by yourself, right love," she tells Schmitty and walks away with poise.

Schmitty turns his attention toward Gregory, "what is it Gregory?" he asks him.

Gregory looks away from Schmitty cold stare and speaks, "I-I know you all aren't the real Mitchels."

Schmitty nods his head slowly with a small smirk on his lips, "Do you, now?"

"Ye-yes," Gregory stutters.

"How?"

"The real Mitchels called me a while ago and apologized that they couldn't make it. So- please- just take your stuff and leave."

"Okay," Schmitty says in a chirpy voice. He then points at the group of people standing by the entrance, "We're all done here anyways. Goodbye Gregory," he says with a smile and starts walking away.

Gregory heaves out a breath he didn't know he was holding and walks to the driver's seat. He closes the door and locks it, breathing out a breath of relief. He pulls out his phone and starts dialing 911.

"Who you calling?" Schmitty questions with boredom, his eyes squinted as he watched Gregory jump in his seat. Schmitty leans forward from the passenger seat and takes the phone from his hand as Gregory sits there, paralyzed by fear. "The police, really Gregory?" Schmitty shakes his head and wiggles his finger no. "We just got here and already you want to ruin our fun," he pauses, "let me ask you something Gregory."

Gregory takes a visible gulp as he reaches his hand toward the door handle, making Schmitty smirk as he pulls out a knife from his pocket. "Why are you so scared of me Gregory, you don't even know me," Schmitty tells him; his eyes on the blade as he runs a delicate finger on the edge of it.

"Anyone who lies about their identity cannot be good. It means they are hiding something," Gregory says as he tries to unlock the door but fails as he keeps a steady gaze on Schmitty.

"That's an interesting conjecture you formed there. Completely wrong though- we are VERY good people," Schmitty says as he swipes the knife swiftly and easily across Gregory's neck. Gregory lifts his hand to the open wound, trying to cover it, as blood spews from it. "You know this is all your fault. You could have just left things alone," Schmitty tells him as Gregory falls limp on the steering wheel in seconds. "Great, now I gotta dispose of the body," he says with annoyance.

"Tap-tap," he hears a noise coming from the window and lowers it down a bit to see Nikki smiling at him.

"Whatcha doing?" She asks him in a high pitched voice.

"Getting rid of unwanted attention," he responds.

"Ughh- I hate when people ruin my fun," Nikki says, crossing her arms, "Unlock the door, will ya?" Schmitty nods his head and unlocks the door for her. She opens it and slides in, looking around. "Alright, let's get this over with."

"Are we going to drive with blood on the window?" Schmitty asks her rhetorically.

"Of course not-" she tells him sassily. "I brought-" she starts looking through her purse and pulls out a bag of wipes, "Wipes", she finishes with a smile on her face. Schmitty takes the wipes and starts cleaning the window and seat covers with her help. He starts driving towards an alley and parks the limo there. "Can't we keep it, for now?" Nikki asks him with puppy dog eyes as she runs her hands over the dashboard, referring to the limo.

"Nope," Schmitty says.

Nikki pouts, "fine," she huffs out. "I guess it's a good thing I brought Aaron's new invention," she says and pulls out a small cube from her pockets.

"What does it do?" Schmitty asks her as he examines the device.

"You put it on the dashboard and program how long you want it, then it blows everything up," she explains as Schmitty nods along.

"Great, this makes things easier," Schmitty says as he puts 10 seconds on the small cube and places it on the dashboard.

They get out of the car and start walking toward the center of the city as an explosion comes from behind them.

"I really didn't want to kill anyone on this trip," Schmitty says with an upset voice.

"Speak for yourself-" she says but notices his face. She gives him a flat smile and hugs him, "Okay- no more killing for the rest of the vacation. I promise. We have other matters to attend to than having fun," she says, causing him to smile as he waves at a cab coming by.

"Did you bring money?"

"Yup- I always come prepared," Nikki responds, holding up her black credit card.

The cab stops in front of them and Schmitty opens the door for her as he speaks, "Well then let's get going."

Back at the hotel, they are greeted by a welcoming staff. All of them smell of lavender as does the inside, making Schmitty and Nikki gag a little. "Welcome to Bellagio Resort," the concierge greets them with a warm smile, stepping up from the group; wearing a red and yellow uniform.

"Hello, we have a reservation," Nikki tells him as Schmitty stands beside her.

"What name is the reservation under?"

"Mitchels, Delia."

"Or Mitchels, Calvin," Schmitty says, handing him his fake ID. Nikki turns to look at him, tight-lipped, in anger. He shrugs at her with empty eyes.

The concierge looks at his screen and speaks to them- "Ah yes, the Mitchels. I see here-" he points at the computer, "that there are 2 rooms reserved, is that correct?"

"Two?" Nikki asks incredulously, "What a bunch of cheap sta-," Nikki starts murmuring under her breath but feels a sharp pain in her side. She turns around to glare at Schmitty who gives her a disapproval look. In retaliation, she quickly steps on him and walks closer to the concierge as Schmitty jumps up and down in pain. The concierge looks over at Schmitty in bewilderment and then back at Nikki who gives him a fake smile. "Don't mind him- he'll be just fine," she waves it off. "So back to the rooms- you said two?"

"Yes. There were two booked."

That's when Nikki's seduction turned on. She hopped on the desk, batted her eyelashes, and gave him an award-winning smile, showcasing her pearly white teeth. She leaned close to him and placed a gingerly hand on his shoulder, looking at him with her intense eyes as she asked, "Is it possible for us to get an extra room, somehow? My husband forgot he invited our nephew and didn't book the other room."

The concierge swallows a lump in his throat before he speaks, "there is one available and it only cost 5,000."

"There isn't something more- free?" she tries again, twirling her hair.
The concierge gives her an incredulous look, "ma'am we run a hotel not some street corner." Nikki tightens her lips, cursing her previous promise about not killing someone else on this trip. How she wished she could take it back in that second, but she was more loyal to Schmitty so she just nodded her head at the concierge. "The two rooms will be enough," she adds with gritted teeth.

"Fantastic. Well," he looks behind him and grabs the room key numbers 503 and 509. "Here you are. I hope you enjoy your stay at our resort," he tells them with a huge grin.

"We sure will," she says and walks towards the guys who are waiting patiently by the stairs; they were long stairs covered in red carpet in the center that separated into two after that. Gold railings and decorated with lavender flowers were the smell emanated from.

Nikki holds up the key to room 509 and shoves it at Aaron's chest as she looks back at the concierge with hatred.

"Whoa, what's gotten into you?"

"She's mad that she couldn't get us another free room so you three our bunking together."

"What? Us- three- in the same room," Quin pouts.

"Well Quinny, if she knew how to hack better, my pride wouldn't have gone so down today. I had to flirt and failed miserably," Nikki says in a hurt but hostile manner.

"I don't think you were the problem Nikki," Schmitty tries to comfort her.

"She wasn't- look-" Aaron points at the concierge who looks entranced speaking to a chubby man that wears the same uniform as the rest of them.

"I knew you should have gone instead," Nikki tells Schmitty.

"Well next time let me in on your thoughts huh?"

Nikki giggles at him as she wraps her arms around him, "next time- I'll let you in on all of them," she whispers in his ear and bites her lip. Schmitty growls at her before planting a kiss on her chin.

"Are you guys done being gross?" Callum speaks up.

He earns a glare from both of them. "Sorry about the key thing Aaron, nothing personal," she says, giving him her undivided attention. "Also, I'm entrusting you to take care of things since you're the oldest," she tells him.

"Hey- I can take care of things too, " Callum speaks up.

"But he's the oldest," Quin tells him in a mocking tone.

"He beats me by like 3 months."

"Yes- but those 3 months make me 25 while you're still 24," Aaron tells him. "Now- let's go little one," he tells him as he pinches his cheek.

Callum swats his hand away as the guy who was talking to the concierge makes his way in front of them.

"Hi, there-" he giggles. "I'm Mark and I am- well- your tour guide of our marvelous resort," Mark squeals in happiness. "Please follow me as I guide you all to your rooms, but also show you around." He turns around and faces them, moving his hands in a wave-like motion as he goes, "Oohhh."

They follow closely behind him as he guides them up the stairs; bellhops carrying their luggage. "There's this legend that says that spirits roam these halls," he lets out a maniacal chuckle as they keep climbing up the stairs.

"Hmmm- hmmm-" Nikki hums as she guides her fingertips tenderly over their golden banister. Schmitty and Aaron listen intently, while Quin and Callum keep whispering things to each other.

"Each floor has something different," Mark tells them. "There are slot machines, we have a spa, cabarets, and different games like pool or poker, and a swimming pool. There are just so many different things one can do here," he says with a grin.

"I bet," Nikki says, un-entertained.

Mark stops in front of a wooden door with the number 503 on a golden place-cart to the side of it. "Well, we've reached your room. Room 503 for the young couple," Mark says, "and 507 is right up there," he says, pointing to the corner room. They all nod their heads at him as they accept the luggage from the bellhops.

"Thank you," Schmitty says as he outstretches a hand for the guy to shake, slipping him a 100 dollar bill.

"Thank you sir- I hope you all enjoy your visit," Mark tells them with a wave as he retreats.

"We'll see you two later," Callum says as he points at Schmitty and Nikki with his two fingers.

Schmitty walks inside the room, carrying the luggage with him as Nikki speaks to the guys, "We will text you guys later- I'm thinking we should all rest for tonight."

"That's a good idea. I was up all night- too excited to sleep," Callum says as he jumps up and down like a little kid.

"Uggh," Aaron sighs, "You guys are lucky you didn't have to sit with him on the airplane," he says and starts walking toward his room.

"Yeah- he kept jumping up and down the seat, poking us on the arms, asking if we were there yet," Quin tells them and rolls his eyes.

"I was excited. Do you know how many hot girls there are here just waiting for me to sleep with?" Callum says as he looks up dreamily.

"We really should talk about rules since we're all sharing a room," Quin tells Callum as Nikki scrutinizes them through the doorway.

"What kind of rules?" Callum asks as he lifts one eyebrow and places his hand under his chin in a thinking position.

"If we hook up with a girl, it has to be in their room. If they don't have one, then we say bye-bye," Quin tells him.

"I can't do that to those poor honey's," Callum says. Quin is about to respond when Nikki closes the door on them.

"Ughh," she sighs, "their conversation is going to drive me crazy."

Schmitty chuckles and speaks in a mocking tone, "you mean their conversation about hooking up just wasn't interesting enough for you?

She laughs at his rhetorical question and walks toward the window, taking the sight in. The bright sun hit the building perfectly, creating a nice illusion of sunrise over them. "It's beautiful," she breathes out.

Schmitty wraps his hands around her waist, pulling her into his chest and laying his chin on the nape of her neck, looking at the view as well.

"It is," he tells her, looking outside with nothing but pure admiration. She turns around to look at him, feeling her gaze, he turns to her and gives her a sad smile before kissing her lips softly. "Let's rest and go out at night. I hear the city is bustling more at night," he says.

"Seems like a plan," she responds. She grabs his hand and guides him toward the bed where they both collapse. Schmitty pulls her into his arms, wrapping his arms around her waist, her head lying on his shoulder, and her arms wrapped around his stomach; exhaustion weighing on their body and they hungrily give into it. 

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Well I wonder what are they up to in Las Vegas, anyone else? 

Anyway, I clearly suck at coming up with names, as seen with the airplane one. I'll also tell you a little secret, I keep misspelling my main character's name and I love his name. 

 I hope you guys liked the chapter. Please don't hesitate to comment, I'd love to say hi to anyone who gave this story a try. Also, please like and share. Thank you. 

Until next time :)