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Never get drunk in Vegas	By : jaymclg Category: Individual Celebrities > Zac Efron Views: 3245 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I have never met nor do I know Nikki Blonsky, Zac Efron, Shia LaBeouf, Megan Fox or any other famous people. I own the plot and any characters of my own creation. I make no profit is for entertainment and is fiction none of this happene

Chapter List
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- 9-Nine
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- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
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Never Get Drunk In Vegas
Shia let out a tiered and weary sigh as he placed his cell phone back in his jeans pocket, all while thinking what a fucktard Megan’s now ex-fiancé was as he walked inside the supermarket and proceeded to pick up a box of tissues, a magazine, a big bar of chocolate and a bottle of wine. Shia knew the drill; it was old school as far as he was concerned as Megan his best female friend would call his cell, sobbing that she and Brian had been fighting again. Shia if he happens to be in the area at the time would immediately make his way to the nearest supermarket to gather the typical items of female comfort.
This had become an almost regular occurrence ever since they filmed Transformers together. In addition, the fact they had just completed filming the sequel, Shia knew it was time for Brian to fuck up again. Although the difference this time was the fact this was a real bad one. She had left this time instead of him and had taken clothes with her and checked into the nearest hotel. She told him over the phone that she had chucked her engagement ring back at him, which she never usually did, which meant she did not intend to go back anytime soon if ever.
Shia did not have the full story yet, he would get it when he arrived at Megan’s hotel room. She’d given him her room number and told him come straight up, she had already informed reception that she was expecting him and they were to let him go straight on up. The staff that had desk duty at reception were all too familiar with this seeing as it was where Megan always checked in when she and Brian had a bust up.
Fifteen minutes later Shia exited the store with his paid for purchases and lit a cigarette as he walked towards his motorcycle. He inwardly rolled his eyes as he saw a big flash go off followed by several more. He flipped off the four or six paps calling out his name and asking all sorts of shit. God this whole crap with the paps was so fucking tedious it was unreal, well past the point of being tolerable. If his choice of career did not pay so well and he did not honestly enjoy making films as much as he did, he would have well and truly thrown in the towel by now and told the entire world to go and fuck itself.
He finally made it to the bike as he took one last drag of the cigarette before tossing it. He placed the bag of crap for Megan in the compartment at the back of his bike after removing the helmet and placed it on his head. He straddled the bike and sat before placing the key in the ignition and switched on the engine. As he revved the engine and took off out of the car park, he thought in exasperation, ‘Nosy fuckers, man what I wouldn’t give to mow these fucktards down right now, the consequences would be almost worth it.’
Less than twenty minutes later he arrived at the hotel and turned off the engine as one of the valets come forwards ready to take his bike and park it in a safe location. He took the key out of the ignition removed his helmet, placing it inside the back compartment of the bike and grabbed the bag before handing his keys over to the valet.
It took him no time at all to reach room 1985 (AN: The year I was born) as just as he had expected the receptionist had been expecting him and had shot him a knowing look, which he returned with an exasperated smirk and rolled his eyes. He recognised the pretty red head behind the counter, which more than told him that he had come here due to Megan’s toxic relationship far too often. Something had to give and soon as he was getting sick of the same old shit having to pick up the pieces after Brian had been a twat.
He knocked on the door immediately; this was his best friend after all and she needed him right then. Within seconds the door opened for him to enter and he took one look at his friend’s miserable tear stained face and sighed as he entered and closed the door behind him. It was going to be a long night he could tell already and knew from experience it was best to allow her to rant and get everything off her chest. He was secretly glad this only seems to happen whenever they had just finished filming a Transformers movie.
Naturally he was not the type of guy to withstand female touchy feely crap and tears as the sight of a crying female seriously freaked him out, meaning he was totally shit when it come to dealing with wailing females. He totally felt like freaking out and running fast in the opposite direction, something he would do if the female in question was not Megan or his mother. His mother and Megan he made allowances for no matter how he desperately did not want any part in it.
Shia shot Megan a sad and knowing smile as he handed over the bag, which Megan took immediately and removed the bottle of wine. She made her way over to the small built in bar on the other side of the room and asked him as she popped the cork, “Do you want any of this?” she gestured to the large bottle in her hand. Shia shook his head and asked, “Wines not my thing, have you got any beer?” Megan nodded and said, “There’s a couple in the mini fridge, help yourself.” Shia nodded and made his way over to the fridge and grabbed himself an ice-cold beer, using the end of the corkscrew to uncap the bottle as Megan poured herself a large glass full of white sparkling wine.
They both took a seat on the long and winding chocolate brown and golden couch and turned to face each other and sipped their drinks before Shia asked, “Alright spill, what happened this time?” Megan felt tears fill her eyes as she glowered into the glass as if she could see the image of her now ex fiancée. She sniffled as she said, “I came home to find him in bed with some bleach blonde bimbo with a fake too orange tan, with large fake boobs, riding him like a pro.”
She let out a loud and bitter laugh at Shia’s look of disbelief, “Oh, and get this he comes out with this shit, claiming he had fallen in love with the fake plastic looking skank. Also claims that he and I just no longer work and that he can’t remain with someone who can’t or won’t understand him.” She glowered as silent tears continued to stream down her cheeks, “Yeah, and here is the best part, he went off about how he hated how close you and I are. Jealous fucktard would not listen, even when I would repeatedly tell him until I was fucking blue in the face that you and I are just best friends. What our characters from Transformers share does not leak out off set and behind the scenes.”
Shia exclaimed irritably, “What the fuck?” He placed his bottle on the coffee table as he got up and started to pace in front of the window in annoyance. He spat, “Stupid wanker can go fuck himself he does not know shit. Who the hell is that fucktard to make accusations like that?” He snorted, “Ha, like please, come on give me a break as if I am even in the mood, or ready for another relationship after the fuck up that was my excuse for a relationship with Sarah. That fucked up shit put me off relationships for probably the next couple of years. One night stands don’t hold nearly half of the unwanted shit that came with dating her.”
He retook his seat few moments later and asked, “I take it you slung your engagement ring at him before you grabbed your clothing?” Megan scowled darkly as she lifted her now bare left hand displaying her now ring-less left ring finger. She spat coldly, “I can do better than him even if it does not seem like it right now. I can and will find someone who treats me right, who does not go and fuck skanky hoe fake blondes with just as fake boobs.”
She gestured to him, “Ha, you may have your asshole guy moments, but at least you’re an honest one who does not promise all kinds of shit, only not to come through in the end when it really does count and comes down to it.” She knew he really didn’t either as she had a few friends who had slept with him and had complained about how he refused to want more with any of them regardless of he having warned them before he slept with any of them.
Shia shrugged as he picked up his beer again and took a huge swallow before saying, “I have no reason to promise shit I know I have no intentions of doing. The women I sleep with get warned and more then aware that I am not looking for any strings attached. I am in it for a good time and a night of pleasure, nothing more.” He added, “Fuck him. Seriously your better then that Fox you are better than him and that fake blond trash. Your better then whatever shit he or anyone else can throw at you.”
They were silent before Shia told her, “Oh by the way, you were lucky to catch me when you did, seeing as I am going to be heading out to Vegas this weekend. In fact, how do you fancy a weekend of gambling and drinking away your shit and issues?” Megan asked hopefully, “No skanky hoes or cheating exes?” Shia chuckled as he kissed her affectionately upon her forehead and replied, “Promise no skanky hoes or cheating exes.”
She nodded before taking a long pull of her wine then nodded again and said, “Okay, I guess it can’t hurt right?” Shia smirked and said deviously, “As the saying goes, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Yeah, what can it hurt?” He had no idea how he would soon come to regret that sentence. Famous last words, “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?”
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