When Leon wakes up with the worst goddamned hangover he’s ever had in his life, the first thing he notices is that this is not the hotel room he checked into when he first arrived in Vegas for his friend’s bachelor party. Then he notices you sprawled out in bed with him, wearing his button up. He doesn’t remember your name, but he recalls vague flashes. A bar, a club, another bar. Then… a chapel? He pinches the bridge of his nose, pausing when he sees the cheap wedding band on his ring finger.