I inhaled from the joint in my hand, holding it before letting out all the smoke, laughing and coughing as I laid back on the pile of pillows.
After bailing out Mick (who is probably planning to murder on Tommy), we had to get checked into a new hotel since we were officially banned from the previous one.
The next night, Nikki and I settled in our new room, enjoying some cocaine and booze we smuggled in, along with some marijuana and ecstasy that Tommy scored for us.
Vince, Tommy and Sharise were also with us, but Vince crashed first and was curled up by the mini fridge with a couch cushion and a bottle of scotch.
Tommy was mostly just hiding from Mick's wrath.
"Hey, hey, I-I got an idea," Nikki slurred at me as he laid back next to me.
I snorted the entire line, then looked at him, rubbing my nose. "What?" I asked, coughing slightly.
"Youuu," he mumbled, leaning against me. "And meee, l-let's get married..."
Tommy and Sharise were surprised, despite being pretty drunk.
My eyes widen. "R-Really?" I asked. "You... You want to marry me?"
He smiled, putting his arm around me. "Of course, babe... I love you..." he said.
I smiled, leaning over and wrapping my arms around his neck. "I love you too, baby..."
We then kissed each other passionately, Nikki laying me down on the bed, before pulling back.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so happy for you guys!!" Sharise beamed with a slur as then her and Mal hugged.
"You know, we are in Vegas," Tommy coughed after snorting a line. "W-Why not do it now?"
I smiled. "That's a good idea! Baby, let's do it!!" I said.
"Fuck yeah, why not!!" he smiled, and we cheered and pulled ourselves together a bit before quickly getting ready.
***
*Nikki*
We managed to somehow clear our heads a little and found a chapel on the Vegas strip.
Tommy got us Ring Pops from a nearby candy store, considering no jewelry shop was open (and I doubt they would sell to 2 drunk rockstars at night anyway).
I wore all black, including a black shirt I bought nearby, black leather pants, boots, and my leather jacket.
Tommy wore sort of the same thing, except he wore black ripped jeans and sneakers.
We waited at the alter with an Elvis impersonating priest,
"Whoa," Tommy said and we turned to see Mal at the end of the aisle with Sharise.
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