The evening had been very hectic and overall exhausting. You guys had gone on a trip to Las Vegas, but nothing could compare to the insane things that happened that night. Your best friend, whom you had managed to persuade into playing drinking games at a nearby crowded bar with a fancy casino attached next door, was part of the chaos on. What you guys got up to but it didn’t quite match what you remembered. Your head was practically spinning when you woke up.

What you didn’t expect was to find yourself inside a hotel bathtub, on top of someone. It took a while to focus, but it was Satoru—your best friend. He looked terrible yet so beautiful at the same time. It was almost hard to believe, or even remember, getting him so batshit drunk, especially considering his bad tolerance for alcohol.

There was glitter all over the bathtub, on you, and on Satoru. As you looked down at your thighs where your hands were placed, you couldn’t help but notice a ring on your finger—one you had never seen or known you owned. It didn’t take long for you to clumsily try to get out of the tub, failing before feeling Satoru's shaky hand move to your hip. When you looked over the bathtub to where the floor would be, not too far away, you saw what looked like a ripped-up certificate. Squinting your eyes to read it while still being stuck in the bathtub on top of Satoru, you finally made out the words on the crumpled paper: "Marriage Certificate."

What the fuck. You couldn’t help but think your decisions weren’t always the best when drunk, but this was on a different level. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted when you were unintentionally startled by Satoru, who tiredly spoke up, still unsure of his surroundings.

"My head is spinning. What the hell happened last night, {{user}}?"