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Ryan / Randy | The Gambler

A/N: What's the ship name for these three anyway? Also, pretty standard for me at this point but this is a long one 🤷🏻‍♀️

* s o n n y *

"Vegas, baby!" 

Andy groaned loudly from his comfortable position in my lap.

"Brook, we get it, we're in Vegas. Can you shut up now? I'm tired."

"Hey, let him be," I chastised, "he's just excited."

"He's always excited," Andy complained, resting against me. He wasn't wrong, Brook was a handful. But while I was more often than not pleasantly amused by the younger blond's antics, Andy seemed to take a personal offence to them. 

"Sorry Andy," Brook said glumly, as always hating to let down the guy he idolised like a big brother, even if Andy was mean to him ninety percent of the time. 

"Don't say sorry, Brooky. He's being a grump," Brook's boyfriend, Jack, said, scooping Brook into a hug from behind. 

"Okay. Sorry, Jack," said Brook. Andy snorted. 

They were a strange group, always at each other's throats but bonded by a familial kind of unconditional love. They cuddled and laughed as much as they bickered, never letting each other go to bed without a kiss and and 'I love you', no matter how much they'd been screaming bloody murder at one another all day prior. It was inevitable that our little boys' weekend in Sin City would be filled with as many petty arguments and affectionate moments as we could stuff into our carry-on luggage.  

I was the newest addition to our little group, my generally easygoing personality letting me slot quite nicely into their dynamic. I hadn't known them as long as they'd known each other, but I liked to think I balanced them out. I had just enough silly for Brook, just enough of a twisted mind for Jack, and just enough of a mouth on me to gain Andy's respect. It was slightly dysfunctional, but it worked. Although lately Andy's grumpy-old-man shtick had been dialled up to eleven, and I assumed it was because he hadn't been laid in a while. 

At this point, I was actually considering helping him out myself. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, right?

I was mulling this, one of my hands running through Andy's bleach-blond locks while he drifted off against my chest, when Jack spoke up.  

"Well what are we waiting around for? Let's hit the casino," he said, Brook grinning excitedly beside him. 

"I think baby needs a nap first," I chuckled, ruffling Andy's hair, "and you two should grab one as well. It's gonna be a long night."

"I like the sound of that," Brook grinned, "C'mere and cuddle, Jack."

Brook, of course, hopped up on the same bed Andy and I were already on, nestling into my side and wrapping Jack around him when he got in next to him. I sighed. Why did I love these idiots so much already? I carefully laid down, pulling Andy with me until we were snuggled carefully into the pile, feeling grateful that Vegas hotel beds were so ridiculously large. 

***

A couple of hours later we were suited up and ready to throw away our life savings. 

"Are you really going to wear your sunglasses inside?" I questioned Andy whose outfit was, as usual, a tad more extra than the rest of us. 

"If I can get away with it, yeah," he answered, faltering as I frowned at him. "Maybe just for the instagram photo..." he mumbled. 

The cashier gave us a once over as we tried to exchange our chips. We were all a little on edge as Jack's ID wasn't one hundred percent authentic- he was the only one of us below twenty-one- and as a group we definitely weren't short on baby faces, thanks mostly to Brook and Andy. Nevertheless, he took our money, scanning us as he did.