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Rep watched the back and forth with the resigned look of a man who knew that Harrison was going to lose.

When he eventually conceded, he had to smirk just a bit to himself.

Marcus just stood there.
Wondering why he thought letting Dakota throw him a bachelor party was a good idea.
Oh right.
It was Dakota.
And he'd not thought about the repercussions of saying it was okay.

Too late to change anything, Marcus was resigned to his fate, (and in a dark part of him, looking forward to it). Sighing Marcus staggered a bit with Harrison's slap on the back. "All I ask is that I don't wake up married to a hooker, or have any tattoos or piercings. My threshold will be me allowing myself to drink, if I drink at all."
Jerry got a smile, though Rep just got a curious glance. He hadn't expect the red head, mostly, as they weren't on the best of terms. It was more of 'why not' thought to not say anything. Who knew, maybe Rep would be pleasant company for once.
"Thanks Jerry, Jordan. I... well to be fair to them, it's Vegas, pretty sure the folks there have seen weirder things."

"You're nutterbutters," Clerise said to Marcus, nodding at Dakota. "Because HE'S nutterbutters, and putting him in charge is...well." She shrugged, easy and slow, winking at Dakota to let him know she was just playing.

But then. The duo came in, dynamic and absolutely eyesores. She absolutely crowed with delight at the sight of them, immediately taking a dozen pictures of them (each) in those godforsaken outfits.

They hadn't even left the portal room yet, but she had a job to do. Documentation was important!

"I'm just glad I have evidence of atrocious fashion sense," Clerise called out to Jordan, in a practically sing-song voice. Oh, they had been told. Oh yes.

"Vegas can be bitchy when they want to be--PLEASE TELL ME WE ARE GOING TO ALL OF THE CASINOS." She made puppy dog eyes at Marcus. "I want to have slinky bitches hanging off both arms."

"Yeah, that's fine," Jordan nodded. "Putting a moratorium on nasty remarks, though. All right?" He glanced from Jerry to Rep; he didn't really feel like mediating a dispute.

Rep looked initially nonplussed as Jerry sauntered over to talk to them, his usual reaction to the man doing almost anything at all. But everything about his casual irritation dropped and solidified into raw and undisguised hostility as Jerry put a hand on Jordan's shoulder he even had the ******** cheek to bring up the bathroom thing at the same time like it wasn't his fault. He was already on edge as it was. If he was an animal he would have snarled or maybe at least maimed someone, as it was all he could do was glare icily at Jerry and step forward to stand nearer the two.

"Your own ******** faul-." he growled, or at least began, cutting himself off as Jordan spoke up. "Whatever."

The other sun got an irritable glare. He didn't know what moratorium meant, he figured it was a place where you put dead bodies. Was it a threat? He snorted sulkily and stepped back again, not too happy about being warned off like a disobedient dog. Even as he stepped back though, he resumed that very hostile glare at Jerry.

"Am I invisible here? Is that a thing that is going on right now?"

"I am about to dunk one of you into a fish tank, face first. So help me." She jabbed a finger in Rep's direction--

Oh, but Jerry said the c word. She hadn't even THOUGHT of that-- and just like that, the camera is dropped (fortunately for it, there was a strap attaching it to Clerise's neck)-- and she was running towards Jerry at breakneck speed.

"OHMYGODIDIDN'TEVENTHINKOFTHAT." One breath, words loud, eyes wild. Slowly, she turned to give Marcus an insane grin, then Dakota. "IT'S FANTASTIC. WE NEED TO GO."

Cue shoulder shaking.

A lot of it.