Married In Vegas Meme

[cherryblooded]

You wake up in a hotel room. You don't remember the previous night at all. In fact, you may not recognize the sight outside the hotel window. It doesn't matter where you were, because you're in Las Vegas now.

Also, you're sharing the bed with someone else. You may not recognize them. You probably don't. They may not be your preferred gender, or species. It doesn't matter, because you have matching rings on your fingers - or whatever you have that approximates a finger - that can mean only one thing.

You got married in Vegas.

Top-level with character and canon, all that jazz. This is more intended as a silly meme than as a shipping meme, but if you've got preferences for shipping you can list those too.

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I'm laughing so hard right now

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[If there was one thing Darin wasn't expecting when he regained consciousness, it was that his debauchery somehow roped in someone else. However, cash and booze combined with Darin's almost terrifying natural ability to make things go from bad to worse seems to have created what we shall dub a failure singularity: a cosmic event where poor decisions become the norm.]

[The drawback to the failure singularity is that when poor decisions are condensed into a single point, when the event passes, chaos theory tends to preside. Whatever happens next is anyone's guess.]

[Which is why, for no apparent reason, Darin is wandering over to the voice, grabbing the blanket, and tearing it off the bed to see just what the hell he slept next to last night.]

[voicetested]

[ Thankfully, perhaps, for everyone involved it seems that one of our idiots heroes idiots had managed to stagger to bed with something resembling modesty. When the covers come off, what's under there looks like the unholy fusion of a cheap Halloween princess costume and the entire continent's lifetime supply of sequins. Or what remains of it, anyway -- the costume (and the woman wearing it) both rather look like they've been in some kind of fight. Probably a sword fight, as utterly insane as that seems.

The sudden movement and noise drives another spike of pain into Alalia's head and she moans in protest before peeling her eyes open properly to see what's causing such a commotion. She's still upside down and it takes her a moment to process what she's seeing.

... ]

Mother of God--

[ That's all she manages to yelp in the instant before her fist tanks up and forward, right at him. She's aiming for his stomach but she's upside down, hungover and may actively be dying. The blow lands a little further south instead. Rest in fucking pieces, Darin Altway. ]

[forgeabettertomorrow]

[Darin crumples like a sack of hammers as his companion's strike connects. She definitely missed his stomach, and instead drove home her point, quite eloquently, into the man's balls. There's really no nice way to say that.]

[All of the air blows out of his body and curls into the fetal position, cradling himself and shielding himself for what he thought could be a second strike. When no such blow follows, Darin squeaks out a retort between gasps of precious air.]

S-See...the verbal reaction to it was right on the money...the physical one...? M-Maybe needs a little...work...

[Gods just take him now. If there wasn't a second strike incoming before he just guaranteed one would be on its way.]