What happened in Vegas

A hangover and a hunky husband.

You know those mosquito ringtones that are great to sneak texts if your professor is really old? Yah well they aren’t too fun to wake up to when you’re so hung-over that it sounds like a baby screaming in your ear.  Ever so ungentle I tossed my pillow at the direction of the sound and sighed with the relief of silence. Wait. My eyes fluttered open. This isn’t my room. I glanced around. This isn’t even the Grey’s summer house. I scrunched up my face. I couldn’t remember anything after the limo ride to some fancy frenchy restaurant. I lifted my covers slightly, yep I was naked. Dam that red wine. I was about to go back to sleep when the sound of a shower running made me sit up. A little too fast since my head swam and I fell out of the bed. I groaned to myself and instantly quieted. I wasn’t alone. Dragging my sheets with me I scurried to my phone. I had seven missed calls from Winter so I pressed call.

“Oh my mary mother of Christ! Where in thee fire trucking hell are you Summer!?”

“Win, calm down, I’m fine I think. I’m in a hotel room, somewhere.” At this point I looked around fully and then out the windows that were floor to ceiling to my left.  “Penthouse I think actually. Good god is it high up.”

“Can you look around to see what hotel?” I crawled to the end table looking for those stupid writing pads they leave you. “Win it’s the Aria, and I’m umm, not alone.”

“Okay we’ll come get you right after-WHAT!? Shut the front door, seriously? Is he hot? Oh my gosh, guys summer just had her first one night stand!”

“Win shut up! I don’t know if anything happened…but I don’t have clothes on…oh my god.”

“Well why don’t you wake up the guy and ask him?”

“Actually I haven’t seen him. He’s in the shower.”

“Well get in there and confront him. You had the gull to go with him and-”

“Win I can’t remember anything from last night, I must have seriously blacked out. I honestly can’t remember a-” The water stopped. Oh sugar. “Win, I have to go.”

“Sum-” I clicked the phone off. I could hear a sultry voice singing something. In a panic I grabbed a lamp and pressed against the wall that led to the bathroom. The door opened with a cloud of steam as a rather muscular man sauntered out. I let out a gasp in awe. But he heard it and turned so I swung.

“Whoa, what the devil are you doing?” He said stumbling back. He had tossed curly brown hair and his eyes were mauve I swear. His accent was thick and irishy.

“D-don’t c-c-come near me whoever you are! I play first singles on my tennis team!”

“And that means what exactly?”

“That I can move a ball at ninety-six miles per hour and with a lamp I could take out a guy three times your size.” At that he chuckled.

“Well I’d have to have you arrested for domestic violence then darling.”

“Domestic violence?”

“Take a look at your little finger there. That’s my ring you’ve got.” I looked and dropped the lamp. There on my left hand a golden ring with some sort of crest on it and two periodic on either side of the crest. I dropped to the floor.

“This is not happening.” I looked up at him. God was he gorgeous but I didn’t even know him. I looked down at myself clutching my sheets closer and then looked at the messed up bed. He must have picked up on what I was thinking.

“No, we didn’t. We might be married and you might be naked, but I’d never take advantage of a girl who passed out in the shower.”

“I did what?”

“You really don’t remember anything do you?”

“No,nothing. Last thing I knew I was with my friends from school and then I woke up here.”

“Not high school right?” I scoffed.

“How old do you think I am?”

“Not old enough to be in Vegas that’s for sure. I have to say your fake ID was pretty convincing.”

“You knew I was drunk, under twenty-one and you still married me!?” I said standing up.

“Relax Summer, you’re real name is Summer right?”

“Yea.” I said with an attitude. He smile this lopsided toothy smile. “What?”

“I was just hoping it really was, it’s very you.”

“I’m flatter, really.” I said rolling my eyes. “And what can I call you except for cocky-Irish-dude-in-a-towel hmm?”

“Well you can call me Husband, or darling, or love of my life.” I narrowed my eyes. “Just call me Rurai.”

“Okay, Rurai. Care to explain how this all happened?” He flipped that smile on.

“As you wish.”