Title: Mandalay
Author: Jo
Pairing: Christian Kane/Jensen Ackles; Steve Carlson
Rating: PG13
Summary: There's a towel, a top knot, a hotel in Vegas, and a tank full of fish.
Disclaimer: While Christian and Jensen are friends in real life, Christian, sadly enough, is not the guy who lost his pants in Vegas.
Notes: Dedicated to without_me, coolwhipdiva, and chrismm, for letting us regale them with the story of the pants-less frat boy, and to Brenda for actually living through said event with me. *g* Thank you to Brenda for the beta. It was much appreciated.


"Dude, where the fuck are you? What? Why the hell are you...what? Well get a damn car, then!"

...

"No, there's a...hold on -- DON'T GO IN THERE! -- There's a bit of a problem, man."

"First, it wasn't my fault this -- wait up, man, not in there! No, this way, c'mon. -- Yeah, still here. He lost his jeans."

"Yeah."

"Dude, I don't know! If I knew, he wouldn't…hang on -- Wouldja come here? Man…fuck! Sorry, sorry. Look, just hurry up and get here. We're at Mandalay… What? I know where we're supposed to be. He wanted to go out and -- No, just his jeans."

"Yeah, he -- go in there and I swear I'm gonna cut off that damn topknot!"

"Yeah…yeah, uh huh…uh huh. Exactly."

"No, I don't know…"

"A towel…yes, a towel. What the hell, man? I wasn't gonna let him walk around bare-assed in the damn casino!"

"What? No!"

"No, I went in the men's room and…fuck, hold on -- Damn it, wouldja stop yellin'? I know, but I don't know where…"

"Damn it, stop calling him that."

"No! We're friends who sometimes fuck. Why the hell you gotta put a label on it?"

"Fine, whatever, shut up."

"Wasn't me, man, I was in the men's room. Came back out and they were gone."

"Hell if I know, man."

"Yeah…wait, no! I'm not drunk. And no, we weren't fucking in the elevator."

"Dude, that was just a hand job and it was the Luxor."

"You're never gonna let me live that down, are you?"

"Look, shut up, that's not the point. The point is…aw, fuck. Don't go outside! Dumb sonuvabitch …"

"The point is that Chris is wandering around Mandalay Bay wearing a shirt, his boots, and a towel and nothing else, and you do understand what I mean by nothing else."

"Well, of course. Why else would his boots still be on?"

"Do I need to remind you that he's crazy?"

"Maybe because my jeans would fall off of him? Yours, though… Man, you're the same size he is!"

"Why're you arguing with me when he…"

"You just -- oh, shit, he's found the fish tank -- What? You're here? Here at the hotel here?"

"Steve, you asshole. Bring him a goddamn pair of jeans!"


~fin~