"YES! Ten items, and whoever completes the most wins free champagne!" Amelia is nearly levitating. "And it has KARAOKE. Harper, you love karaoke!"
"I do not love karaoke."
"You sang 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' at my birthday party last year."
"I was drunk."
"You're drunk now! It's perfect!"
I look at Margot, hoping for backup.
She shrugs. "I mean, free champagne."
"You're supposed to be the responsible one!"
"I'm on vacation. Responsibility is for people who aren't in Vegas." She grabs her purse. "Let's go."
Twenty minutes later, we're standing outside a club called Remix, which is exactly what you'd expect from Vegas.
Too loud. Too bright. Too crowded, and somehow exactly the right amount of chaotic.
There's a DJ playing remixed versions of songs that were popular when I was in high school. There's a bachelorette party in literally every corner—sashes and tiaras as far as the eye can see. And there's a karaoke stage in the back where someone is currently murdering "Don't Stop Believin'" with impressive confidence and zero rhythm.
"This is amazing!" Amelia shouts over the music.
"This is a lawsuit waiting to happen!" I shout back.
Margot shoves a laminated card into my hand. "Scavenger hunt list. Let's divide and conquer."
I scan the list:
1. Take a shot with a stranger
2. Get someone to buy you a drink
3. Photobomb a selfie
4. Find someone with the same name as the bride
5. Collect business cards from three different people
6. Get a bartender to make you a custom drink
7. Get a photo with the hottest person in Vegas
8. Learn a TikTok dance from a stranger
9. Get a group to sing "Happy Birthday" to the bride (even if it's not her birthday)
10. Steal a decoration from another bachelorette party
"Item seven," Jessica-or-Jennifer says, reading over my shoulder. "That's the most important one."
"Why?"
"Because it's worth double points." She grins. "And because it's hilarious watching people try to approach hot strangers."
"I'm not approaching hot strangers."
