I shook my head. “Noooo, we should go find somewhere else. Maybe somewhere to dance or something. I want to do things. I want to move. We’re in Vegas, baby!”
“I don’t think you’re supposed to be dancing yet.”
“I have the all clear,” I told him as I stretched out my injured leg, just to show him that my knee was in perfect working order. “But fine. No dancing. Let’s go walking. Let’s explore. Let’s do…something.”
“Like what? If not dancing?”
I thought for a moment as I tapped my finger on the glass of liquor in front of me. I had the stupidest idea in the world. I knew it was a stupid idea, but we were in Vegas.
“We should get married.” Rowan’s eyes went wide. “By an Elvis impersonator. It’s the most Vegas thingever.”
Rowan laughed and finished his drink. “I don’t even know where we’d find an Elvis impersonator,” he pointed out.
“Okay not an Elvis. We can just get married. In Vegas. It would be real cool.”
Rowan laughed, but he didn’t argue the idea. Instead, he finished his drink and offered me a hand. I laced our fingers together and followed him out of the casino.
Notes
Look, I know that it’s not very likely that a football team is staying in a hotel on the strip, but this is my world and I don’t care. Reality is for people who live in it. Fanfiction is for us to give the middle finger to reality. Plus, they kind of needed to be near the strip in order to get drunk married, and I didn’t feel like figuring out any other logistics.
17
Notes
Yes, I left you on a cliffhanger. And yes, I was a few days late with the update. But I have a good reason. I was working on a project, then I went out with one of my friends to the bar. Guess who was there: Liam and Jonesy. I talked to Liam for about thirty minutes, and he’s a really interesting person. It’s very weird to suddenly view him as a real person, because I had spent the afternoon before writing him getting freak nasty with Jonesy. Who I also got to say hi to briefly. So yeah, I’ve spent the past few days having a minor mental crisis about writing fics about someone who is now in my phone.
Because yes, I did get his phone number. So, like, should I text him?
Okay, back to Milo, Rowan, and their Vegas shenanigans.
Rowan
My mouth tasted like cotton.
“Ugh,” I groaned as I rolled over. A glint of gold around my finger caught my eye as the sun from the open window hit it. A glint of gold? I raised my hand and brought it up to my face for closer inspection. There was a gold band around the fourth finger on my hand. A wedding band.
I nudged Milo, and he grunted and rolled onto his stomach, keeping his face away from me. Unfortunately, his hands were both tucked underneath that long, lanky body of his. I nudged him a second time, and he just let out another pained groan. “Milo,” I hissed as I nudged him a third time.
“Ten more minutes,” he grumbled.
He was usually a morning person. Of course, he’d choose today to change the habit. “Milo,” I hissed again, nudging him harder.
He turned his head toward me and opened his red-rimmed eyes. He looked miserable. I almost hated waking him up, butwhat other choice did I have? I needed answers for the ring around my finger. I needed to know if he had a matching one.
The night before was a blur, but I’d remember if I’d gotten married. Right?
“I think I’m dying,” Milo muttered.
“Die later,” I told him bluntly. “Let me see your hand.” Milo dragged his right hand out from under his body and tossed it my way. “Yourotherhand.”
He groaned again and flopped over to his stomach. He jutted his left hand out toward me. There was a matching yellow gold band around his fourth finger. I traced my finger over it. Yeah, it was real. It was a real ring on his finger. His eyes fluttered back open at the contact, and I could see the moment what I was doing hit him. His eyes widened. “What is that?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing.”
He pulled his hand away from mine and looked at the gold band. Then, he yanked my hand toward his face. Seeing the two rings together sparked a vague memory in my mind.
Milo and I sitting at the bar of a casino. Flashing lights around us, Jonesy and Liam had left a few drinks ago. Or maybe they’d just left? Milo and I talking.We should get married. It’s the most Vegas thing ever.Milo’s words echoed in my memory, foggy through the hangover. I closed my eyes and tried to summon up the rest of the memory. Us leaving the casino. Walking down the strip. Finding a place that advertised a twenty-four-hour chapel. A woman in a pant suit and gold rings and the fateful words ofI do. A drunken kiss that turned into more drunken kisses.
