Seth Cohen leaned back in his seat, the private jet taking them to Las Vegas. He glanced around at his friends, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. His dad's friend, Sandy Cohen, had asked him to help organize a bachelor party, and it had quickly turned into a full-blown Vegas adventure. Ryan Atwood, his best friend, sat beside him, casually flipping through a magazine. Summer Roberts, his girlfriend, was already chatting animatedly about their plans. You were seated next to Summer, both of you laughing about some inside joke.

"This is going to be epic," Seth declared, trying to hide his nerves.

Summer rolled her eyes playfully. "Don't worry, Cohen. Just stick with us, and you'll be fine."

Ryan smirked. "Yeah, just don't gamble away all your comic books."

The plane touched down in Las Vegas, and the group piled into a limo waiting to take them to their hotel. The city lights were dazzling, and the energy was contagious. They arrived at their luxurious suite, which overlooked the Strip. Sandy's friend had spared no expense, and it showed.