Viviana sighed, stretching out languily. Light streamed through the curtians of her hotel room, shining right into her. She let out a frustrated sound as she pulled her head under the pillow without opening her eyes, although the pillow didn't help the fact that the way too bright sunlight was giving her a headache. Maybe I shouldn't have had so much red wine... Viviana thought to herself. She snuggled more in her bed, noticing it was warmer than usual. Suddenly, something very warm and very heavy that smelled at lot like sweat and leather wrapped itself around her slender waist. Viviana froze. What the hell? She thought to herself. She started to flip over to her other side, where her spooner would be (she being the spoonee), but something caught her eye. On her left hand was a huge ring... and a Stanley cup one at that. Oh god. She slowly rolled over, and her breath caught in her throat. Laying beside her was a devishly handsome man. The first thing she noticed was his dark, curly hair. It was the kind of hair that made you want to run your fingers through it. Looks like I've already done that, Viviana thought dryly to herself. He looked like a little kid laying on the bed, mouth slightly open, curls flying every which way. But he definitely didn't have the body of a little kid. She could see the outlines of muscles through the sheets. Stop oogleing at him and go! Viviana said to herself. She sowly got up and got dressed , making sure not to wake up this mystery man. She looked hurredly around the room and found one of those hotel pads and a pen and wrote,
Dear mystery man,
Sorry to kind of bail out on you..but I have things to A.S.A.P. I would like to try to figure out why I woke up wearing your Stanely Cup ring on my left ring finger? I'm leaving Vegas in a few days, so call me when you wake up.
1-877-556-3523.
Talk to you soon,
Viviana.
With one last look at her mystery suitor, Viviana ran. She received curious looks from of the older people mingling in the hotel hallways, Viviana felt slightly ashamed. She tried to recall how many cups of wine she had consumed, and the lost count after three. She started feeling shaky, so she dug into her clutch and pulled out her blood glucose meter. She quickly checked her sugar, and sighed with relief when she saw it was fine. Her mind flashed back to the man, wondering where she had seen him before. She frantically tried to remember how his Stanley Cup ring ended up on her finger. After running down the hall to her own hotel room she decided she had to call someone. With shaky fingers, she doubt the familiar number. After a few intense moments of ringing, the familiar voice floated to the other end of the line.
"Yeah Viviana?" A very sleepy Vero asked on the other end of the line.
"Oh my God Vero, I made a horrible mistake."
"What happened?" She seemed very interested now. Maybe was because she can sense her best friends feelings do the phone. Viviana sounded stressed. V knew that that was probably not a good thing, since she was 3000 miles away from her best friend.
"Well last night I drink a little too much red wine, and well, I woke up in a strange hotel room with a huge Stanley Cup ring on my finger. My wedding finger. V, I'm not really sure what to do." Viviana tried her hardest to remember who that was. His face look so familiar, she was sure she'd seen him somewhere, but she couldn't remember where.
"Seriously Viviana?" V shouted angrily. She could hear Marc-Andre yelling at her please calm down in the background. "What does he look like?"
Suddenly it all came to Viviana. The curly hair, the Stanley Cup ring. Viviana gulped so loud she was sure V could hear it.
"V," Viviana said, "I married Evgeni Malkin."
This is Viviana's outfit..
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