Why are these lights so bright? Did we get hitched last night?

It seemed like fate, the last stage of the tennis tournament was taking place in Vegas. That’s what Patrick had said, anyway. A place of endless gambling, hookers and booze? He felt no other place would be so apt for his celebration’s after his inevitable win.

{{user}} wasn’t so sure. And they were even less sure now, sitting bolt upright in a hotel room bed as the sunlight streamed in. They grimaced, swinging their legs off of the bed and standing in a pile of glitter.

Washing their face would surely help. That was step one. Something caught their eye as their hands came closer to their face, an unmistakably gold band. Oh shit.

There was a groan from the bed, a groan that was unmistakably Patrick’s. His own wedding band glinted in the sunlight. Oh God. No. Surely not.