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AU College Fic. Farkle never figured out how Riley really felt about Lucas, so it never got out. Now she’s turning 21 and the gang decides to go to Las Vegas to celebrate. Sometimes what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas.

Rating: M (because of language, situations, and it’s Vegas, soooo yeah)

Pairing: Rucas

Word Count: 3,890

Cross-posted at ff.net

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Chapter Three: Treys

“Farkle Minkus,” Riley’s mouth fell open the moment the manager of the hotel opened the double doors to the penthouse suite of the Hard Rock Hotel. Her eyes widened as she surveyed the expansive living room of the 4,200 sq ft suite. “This can’t possibly be right.”

“It is,” he smiled as he turned to the manager. “My father also said something about a butler?”

“We get a butler,” Maya hissed at Riley. She knew that Farkle’s parents wanted to pay for their room, but she had no idea that they paid for them to stay in heaven for the next few days. How was she ever going to go back to her cramped dorm room after this?

“This is unreal,” Zay marveled as he walked around the main living room. Couches, TVs, and various pieces of artwork were everywhere. As he wandered toward the corner of the room, he noticed a neon light in his peripheral vision. He slowly turned toward it. When he did, his eyes widened. “Oh shit,” he chuckled.

“What is it,” Lucas asked as he and the girls followed the sound of his voice.

The four of them stood shoulder to shoulder as they gawked at the one lane bowling alley in the middle of the suite.

“This is it, guys,” Zay grinned as they stared at the structure. “It will never get better than this exact moment.”

Riley glanced at Lucas, but quickly turned her head when she noticed his eyes move over to her.

Maya examined the bowling lane for a moment before she shrugged. “How much do you want to bet that it actually does get better than a bowling alley in the living room?” Maya quickly reached for her best friend’s hand. “Let’s see the rest of our home for the next four days,” she squealed.

Farkle wandered over to the group as they continued to take in their surroundings. “There are three bedrooms, a couple of different sitting areas, a bowling alley, a pool table…there is a hot tub in there,” he gestured to the back of the suite, “And we have a butler on call 24/7 for whatever we might need.” He tried to think if there was anything else. “Oh, and a fully stocked bar over there,” he gestured to the other end of the bowling alley.

“I’m never leaving this room,” Zay told the group. “You guys can go and explore Las Vegas all you want to, but I already know that nothing could be better than this.”

Riley’s wide eyes turned to Farkle. The room was nicer than anywhere she had ever been in her life, but she couldn’t help but to wonder how much this was going to cost. “Are you sure about this? It must cost—“

“It’s fine,” he assured her. “Mom and dad insisted. They knew we were waiting to properly celebrate until we all turned 21. They didn’t want us to worry about anything while we were here.”

“Is it too late for them to adopt me?” Maya strolled over to the pool table. “I seriously don’t want to leave the room now.”

Riley put her arm around Farkle’s shoulders as she gave him a warm smile. “Thank you, Farkle. It’s already so much more than I ever thought it would be.” She brought her other arm around to hug him from the side. It was truly incredible. When she pulled away from him, she glanced around the living room once more. They had only just arrived, but she had a feeling that it was going to be their biggest adventure yet.

“Then why don’t we just stay here tonight,” Zay finally yelled overtop of everyone as they debated on what to do that evening. He raised his hands as he gestured at the space around them. “I mean, we already have the best room in town. We just got here, and I’m sure we’re all a little jet lagged, right?” When Farkle and Riley nodded, he continued. “So, let’s go grab some food, come back here…maybe bowl a little, play some pool, hop in that Jacuzzi…” he paused. “Staying in tonight makes sense to me. Riley doesn’t turn twenty-one until tomorrow night at midnight, so if we’re going to chill out one night, it needs to be this one.”

“He makes a good point,” Farkle agreed before he turned to the girls. “What do you think?”

Maya glanced at Riley. It wouldn’t be fair to try to go out when Riley had to wait one more day. She was itching to gamble, but she wasn’t about to do it without her best friend. “Yeah. I agree. We can all relax and enjoy the room tonight. Tomorrow, we do…whatever it is that you have already planned, but tomorrow night…we go all out.” She wrapped her arms around Riley. “It’s not every day your best friend turns twenty-one.”

“Awww,” Riley cooed as Maya hugged her. She glanced at Farkle. “So, where are we going for dinner tonight?”

“It’s a surprise,” Farkle grinned as he stood up. “We do have a reservations somewhere, so why don’t we get dressed and meet back in here in an hour?”

“Sounds good,” Maya said as she stood up. She reached for the brunette next to her. “Come on, Riles. Let’s see what we’re working with in our bathroom.”

Zay and Lucas slowly stood up as the girls walked to their room. “I’m going to shoot some pool,” Zay told the remaining members of their party, “Because it will not take me an hour to get ready.” He glanced at the guys. “Anyone want to play?”

“I need something to drink,” Lucas answered for the first time in several minutes. He was content enough to let everyone else decide what they wanted to do. He was pretty open for anything. Besides, his mind had been preoccupied with a few things that were definitely more important than their plans for the evening. “Farkle, can you show me the ins and outs of the bar?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he walked toward the corner of the suite.

Farkle frowned, but followed him regardless. Out of the entire group, Farkle would have been voted ‘least likely to be found in a bar’. He knew very little about alcohol, but also knew that Lucas was well aware of that fact. “Lucas, I’m not really a heavy drinker, and the bar seems pretty self-exclamatory.”

“I know,” he answered as they reached the little alcove. As soon as Lucas walked behind the bar, he faced Farkle. Was he actually about to do this? Was he going to risk giving himself away? To be frank, he didn’t really care about the repercussions. He had to know if he had a chance. He had to know if there was someone else. “I needed to talk to you and…I really need a drink of something before I do.” He was nervous. He had never been nervous to talk to Farkle before. The genius was one of his best friends. They were practically brothers—which is exactly what made this conversation even more nerve-wracking.

Farkle frowned as he watched Lucas quickly pour himself a double shot of whiskey. “Why do you need a drink to talk to me?” His eyes widened when he watched his friend quickly down the amber liquid and pour himself a second one. “We’ve been friends for eight years now. What could it possibly be—“

“It’s about Riley,” he said before he slid the second one back. He knew that the effects wouldn’t be instant, but he had to take the edge off. It was crazy. Ever since they got off the plane, ever since he checked his phone, a hurricane of anxiety raged within him about the brunette girl who was currently on the other side of the suite.

“Riley?” Farkle glanced at the direction of the girls’ room. “What about her?”

Lucas looked down at the glass in his hands. He hadn’t told anyone about his deeply rooted feelings for the brunette. He didn’t want any of his friends to interfere or to be forced to keep it a secret from the others. No, it had been his burden, and his alone, to bear for the last seven years. He thought as the years went on that his feelings for her would fade, but instead, they intensified with every interaction they had. He thought for sure she would notice. He thought that they all would have seen it by now, but maybe they hadn’t because they didn’t know to look for it. “Yeah, I noticed something earlier…and wanted to ask about it.”

Farkle didn’t understand what Lucas was trying to say. “Ask what?”

Lucas sat the glass down. He had to spit it out. It was like ripping off a Band-Aid. He only hoped that what lied beneath wasn’t a deeper cut. “Is there…something…going on with you and Riley?”

Farkle lifted his eyebrows in shock. “What,” he nearly shrieked. “No. No, no, no, and no.” He shook his head for emphasis as he leaned against the counter. Riley was like a sister to him, nothing more. “What makes you think that?”

Lucas looked down at the counter before he sighed. “This is a really nice suite, Farkle. I know you said it was for all of us to celebrate, but it is her birthday…and you’re taking her to a surprise place for dinner.” He shrugged. He had to downplay his line of questioning the best he could. “I was just curious.”

“Riley is one of my best friends.” He paused. “So is Maya. I’ve known them both for far too long to ever see them as anything other than a sister type. I mean…if something was going to happen with either one of them, it definitely would have been before now, don’t you think?”

Lucas crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.” ‘Nonchalant, Friar. Nonchalant.’

Farkle watched as Lucas preoccupied himself by looking around the entire bar area. Farkle could swear that Lucas had looked everywhere around them except for him. “Why are you so curious about it?”

Lucas took a quick breath before he finally looked up at Farkle. “What do you mean?”

Farkle gestured to the empty glass. “Why did you need to take two shots before you asked me about it?”

“Oh, you know…we don’t really talk about dating stuff. I was just curious.” He picked up the glass and turned around to sit it in the sink. He was grateful for the ten-second distraction. “I didn’t know if Zay and I needed to help push you…closer to her over the next few days.” He paused as he turned back to his friend. Thank God he didn’t have to push his friend toward the one girl he had never been able to forget. “You know since she’s been talking to that Steve guy.”

“Steve?” Farkle had to think for a moment. Steve who? “Steve Fitzsimmons?”

Lucas shrugged. ‘Good job on that transition,’ he mentally applauded himself. “I saw Maya’s instagram post earlier…the one with the picture of Riley on the plane. Asher tagged me in the comments and I noticed that a guy named Steve said something about taking Riley out for her birthday when we got back.”

“Oh. Yeah, I think she’s gone out with him a few times over the last couple of weeks.”

Lucas knew he should drop the conversation. Riley was free to date whoever she wanted to and Farkle didn’t seem that suspicious of his fascination with Riley’s love life. Still though, he couldn’t help but to press the genius a little further. “Do you think it’s serious?”

“No idea.” Farkle chuckled. “But it’s Riley. She never gets serious with anyone.” Farkle’s smile slowly faded as he studied Lucas’s pensive expression. He was deep in thought about something, and truthfully, Farkle could have sworn that his friend seemed tense. “You ok?”

“Yeah,” Lucas shook his head as he tried to force the brunette from his mind. “Yeah. Why do you ask?”

“Are you upset about the breakup with Alicia?”

“No,” he sighed. “You know how it is with me, I guess. Can’t ever quite reach the committal stage.” He glanced at the clock on the far wall. “I probably should go get ready.”

Farkle frowned as he glanced at the glass in the sink. Something wasn’t adding up. He turned around as he watched Lucas retreat to his room. Was Lucas asking from sheer curiosity—as a protective older brother type—or was it something more? Was he jealous or was he merely envious because he was still dealing with his most recent breakup? Something definitely didn’t seem right.

“Top of the World,” Riley squealed as she twirled in the middle of the suite’s living room. Not only was she was staying in the most beautiful room in the world, but she also just had the most amazing meal ever. “The view was so incredible,” she grinned as she turned to her friends. There was no way anything would top the view from their table. She felt like she was in heaven as she spent most of the night staring at the glimmering lights below them.

“It was really nice,” Maya agreed as she walked toward the whimsical brunette. “I’m not sure how we’ll be able to top that place as far as our meals go.”

“There are so many places to eat at around here,” Zay told them as he strolled over to the bar. “I’m sure we’ll have just as much fun tomorrow night…although, you did set the bar pretty high, Farkle.”

“So, what do you guys want to do here tonight?” Riley glanced at the bowling alley. “We have the pool table, the bowling alley, the hot tub.”

“Yes,” Zay exclaimed as he pulled out several bottles of liquor. He placed them all on the counter and grinned as he looked up expectantly at his friends.

Riley chuckled. “Yes to what?”

“All of it,” he answered decisively. “It’s about 9:30 now, and I don’t know about you guys, but I am so not ready to go to bed.” He looked down at the liquor sprawled on the counter. “So, how about this? I’ll be the bartender tonight and you guys can go get changed into your suits while I think of some games we can play.”

Farkle yawned. “It’s 12:30 in New York.”

“But it’s 9:30 here,” Zay reasoned. “I’m prepared to keep this party going all night. Who’s with me?”

Riley raised her hand as she walked over to the bar. “I’ve been looking forward to this trip for a really long time. There is no way that I am crashing at 9:30 on the first night.” She turned to Maya. “What do you think?”

“I’m in,” she smiled. She knew those few hours of sleep on the plane would come in handy.

Riley looked to the abnormally quiet Texan. She wasn’t sure why he had been so quiet for most of the evening. Maybe he was thinking about Alicia? Riley assumed that he was the one to end things—he usually was—but maybe something else happened this time? “Lucas? What about you?”

His head snapped up at the sound of his name. Truthfully, he hadn’t heard much of their conversation. His thoughts had been completely focused on the girl who now looked expectantly at him. “I’m sorry. What?”

“Are you going to go to bed or are you going to stay up with us and enjoy everything this room has to offer?”

Maybe he should go to bed. Maybe he should regroup and start fresh in the morning. He knew that if he mixed alcohol with being in such close proximity to her, that something might slip out. He had done a fairly good job at hiding his feelings from her for the last few years. Was he finally breaking down? Did his heart have an eight-year cap on repressing his true feelings? He wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t about to retreat to his room only to find out something insane happened that he could have prevented if only he had been there. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m in.”

“Great,” she smiled.

“You guys have fun,” Farkle yawned once more. He was excited to be in Las Vegas, but he had also been up since 5:30. He knew if he had just one drink he would pass out. “I have got to get some sleep. We have a packed day tomorrow. Our wake up call is at 7am.”

Maya flinched. “I haven’t seen 7am since high school, Farkle! I thought this was a nocturnal town?”

“It is. We’re going to the Hoover Dam in the morning and it’s going to take about an hour to get there. If you combine that with how long it’ll take everyone to get ready and eat, and well…7am wake up call.”

Maya pouted. “Really?” Did they have to go to the damn Dam that early?

He nodded. “Afraid so.”

“I’m still staying up,” Riley declared as she pulled out one of the chairs in front of the bar and sat down. She slapped her hand on the counter. “Bartender, make me a margarita.”

“Sure…after I see some ID.” When Riley raised her eyebrows in response, Zay laughed. “You know I’m just kidding.” He waited a beat. “I can only make this joke for one more day!”

“I’m staying up too,” Lucas told the group as he loosened his tie. “Zay, can you make me a jack and coke? I’m going to go change.” Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe something would slip out during whatever drinking game Zay would concoct, but truthfully, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep everything bottled up. He was tired of being tense around her. He was tired of having to be mindful of every look, every word he directed at her. He wanted to relax. He wanted to be himself around her again.

“Well, if you guys are staying up, so am I,” Maya said as she slipped her shoes off. “Zay, vodka and redbull. I’m going to need some energy.”

“You guys have fun. I’m exhausted and jet lagged.”

“Goodnight,” Riley called out to Farkle as he headed off to his room. Once she heard his door shut, she turned back to Zay. “I can’t get over this suite,” Riley told him as she glanced around the room. “I could spend the next four days in here and be perfectly happy.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” He pulled out a few glasses from the cabinet and sat them in front of the brunette. “I know one thing…I’m going to take advantage of that 24/7 room service.”

Riley placed her head in her hand as she rested her elbow on the counter. “We just got back from dinner.”

“Not right now…but if we’re going to stay up late…and especially after getting a few drinks in? You’re going to be begging for some pizza.”

She smiled as her eyes drifted toward the wall. “Too true.”

As Zay filled the glasses with some ice, he glanced at his friend. He couldn’t help but to notice that she seemed to be in a daze as she stared at the back wall. “So, how’s life Riley?”

The right corner of her lips turned up into a smirk as she looked back at Zay. “Life is…life.”

He nodded. “Have you been seeing anyone new lately?”

She raised her eyebrows. That was a pretty loaded question, and honestly one that didn’t have a short answer. Was she dating around? Yes. Was she serious about any of them? No. Not yet, anyway. “I don’t know…you interested,” she teased.

He chuckled. “Sorry, girl. I’ve known you for too long to ever risk losing your friendship.”

She drummed her fingers on the counter as she sat up. “No worries. You’re one of my best friends. It would be too weird, I think.”

“Yeah,” he agreed as he poured Lucas’s drink. “I feel like it would be with all of us though. We’ve all been so close for so long…why rock the boat now, you know?”

Riley’s lips formed a thin line as she stared at the counter. She knew it would be weird, and awkward, and the odds of it ending well were practically nonexistent, but that didn’t stop her from thinking about Lucas in that way. It didn’t stop her from constantly daydreaming about where a relationship with him could go. It didn’t stop her from falling more in love with him with every passing day. “Yeah.”

“How are those drinks coming,” Lucas asked as he strolled out of the room he was to share with Zay.

Riley turned around to look at him as he walked toward the bar. He had changed into a pair of swimming trunks and a white t-shirt. Even dressed down, he looked positively god-like.

“Perfect timing. Yours is ready, my friend,” Zay told his best friend as he handed him the drink.

Lucas took a small sip. “This is strong,” he commented before he took a longer swig. Strong was good. Strong was the quickest way he would be able to relax around Riley and quiet the voices in his head that screamed at him to tell her how he felt.

“Doesn’t seem to be stopping you any,” Zay responded as he poured Riley’s tequila into a glass.

“We’re here to have fun, right?” Lucas glanced at Riley. He was surprised that she hadn’t gone to change her clothes yet. “Are you going to go change?”

“Yeah. Absolutely. I was just trying to butter up the bartender here so he would give me a good pour.” She slid out of the chair as she turned her head toward the back of the living room. “I’m dying to see the view of the strip from that hot tub.”

Lucas swallowed harshly as the mental image of Riley clad in a bikini flashed through his mind. He looked down at the drink in his hand before he quickly downed the rest of it. He had never been a really heavy drinker, but considering the amount he had already consumed since they arrived, he had a feeling that this weekend would be an exception.

“Here, take this with you,” Zay instructed as he handed Riley her margarita.

She took a sip of it. “Whew. Definitely strong, Zay.”

“We’re going to do Vegas right,” Zay grinned as he popped open a can of Red Bull for Maya.

“I have a feeling that Farkle’s going to have a very hard time getting us up in the morning,” she told the guys before she wandered to her room to change her clothes.

As soon as Riley closed her bedroom door, Zay reached for Lucas’s empty glass. “What’s going on with you, man?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know you have a high tolerance for alcohol, but I also know that you’ve never been a big drinker.” He reached for the bottle of whiskey. “I’ve seen you drink more already tonight than in the last two months. What’s going on?”

Lucas shrugged. “Nothing. You just said you wanted us to ‘do Vegas right’. I do too. I want to have fun.”

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