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There was the unmistakable sounds of drunken laughter filtering in from the hall as the two men stumbled into their hotel room, stopping only to fiddle momentarily with the key card.
"Oh my God Rhett, did you *see* the look those old ladies gave us while we made out in the elevator?" Roman's warm brown eyes were twinkling as he ran a hand through his freshly mussed hair and shut the hotel room door.
Rhett had already strolled over to the mini-bar to scour for some drinks. After all, time spent sober in Vegas was time wasted. He snapped up two cans of beer and tossed one to the smirking Czech.
"No, but I saw their eyes leap out of their sockets when you began to dry-hump me." Rhett just laughed as they reflected on their recent shenanigans.