Griffin woke with on thought in his head. He hated Vegas. He hated everything about it. He had only come to this cursed town for one reason. His best friend had called him asked him to come. Ralf rarely asked him for anything so he had come. He had stood by his best friend's side as he got married. The redhead had done the same for him five years go so he was glad to return the favor even if it meant going to Los Vegas to do it. He groaned as he rolled over. His eyes jerked open when his hand came in contact with someone else. [color=39b54a]"What the..?"[/color]