As the sun began to peek over the neon skyline of Las Vegas, two strangers awoke in the same bed, their heads pounding with an unfamiliar throb. They both sat up, rubbing their eyes and blinking groggily as they took in their surroundings.

The room was dimly lit, with a faint glow emanating from a nearby lamp. The walls were a deep red, adorned with tacky paintings of showgirls and slot machines. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the scent of cheap perfume lingered in the air like a foggy haze.

As their eyes adjusted to the light, they both noticed something strange on the nightstand beside them - a marriage certificate, complete with their signatures and a witness's name. They both looked at each other quizzically, their minds struggling to piece together the events of the previous night.

"Who are you?" Tyler asked, his voice hoarse and scratchy.