A\N: This is a funny little story that I made up, hoping to get some interested reviewers. Also, I don't remember who wrote it, but the leather pants and handcuffs came from a Dino Thunder story that just stuck in my brain, and the tomato juice came from a different one. For those who don't know 'drunk'n'dial' is when a stupid drunk gets the brilliant idea to call someone, usually an ex, and make somewhat lude suggestions.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers, if I did, some of the Rangers would still be in spandex and Tommy would never have lost Kim to a "Dear John" letter.

Tommy yawned as he stepped into his room at the Bellagio; it had been a long trip, what with the screaming baby one row up and the six year old in the seat next to him with an unhealthy fascination for underwear. At least Anton had funded his little trip, a small part of what he was doing to make up for trying to kill Tommy multiple times since they had begun work on the island. Between the suite and the back pay that Anton insisted he owed Tommy, Tommy was feeling a little more energetic than he normally would after the flight from Hades. He made himself a drink from the mini-bar in the room and considered his options. Finally, he changed from his slightly casual khakis and black shirt into more formal black dress pants and a dark green button down. Thusly dressed, he decided to see about eating something and maybe take a chance at the slots. After another drink, of course.

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Kimberly felt like dancing, she had finally managed her dream vacation; she was in a nice room at the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas with cash to spare. She dressed in a white pantsuit and a pink button down, intending to find something to eat, having not had anything to eat since breakfast, the flight had supposedly included a meal, but as she and her flight mate had concluded, it wasn't meant for human consumption. She left the room and went to the elevator. Pressing the button, she checked her purse for cash and her card, assured, she looked up as the door opened and blinked. "Tommy?" She asked.

Tommy blinked, "Kim?"

She stepped into the elevator automatically, "What are you doing here?"

"Taking a vacation," Tommy replied casually, almost too casually, "now that Mesogog's gone, I thought I'd enjoy my summer; how about you?"

"Who's Mesogog?" Kim asked, confused, "I've been working so hard…"

"Mesogog," Tommy sighed, "was the alter ego of my now-former employer who resembled a lizard in a leather trench coat and wanted to return Earth to the time of the dinosaurs. I give him points for originality with that one."

"And what did you have to do with that?" Kim asked, "I thought you'd retired."

"So did I," Tommy said, "I had these meteorite fragments filled with power, as in The Power, and they fell into the hands of some of my students. Then Mesogog decided he was going to torture me to make me access another gem and I wouldn't up as a Ranger again. Black, if you're wondering. We…" He had to stop talking because Kim was now laughing hard enough that she had to sit down on the floor.

The door of the elevator opened at the lobby, and the three people waiting simply stared at the sophisticated woman laughing on the floor of the elevator. Tommy presented them with his best look of suffering and stepped past her and into the lobby. One of the men looked him in the eyes and he shrugged, "Cell phone," he muttered and the man nodded. He strolled towards the restaurant casually.

Moments later, Kimberly joined him, still amused but no longer laughing, "I'm sorry," she told him, "It's just that you were so casual about adding another color to your 'wardrobe' that it struck me as funny." She glanced around, "I take it you won?"

"Of course," Tommy replied, "that's why I'm here. Mesogog's alter-ego is my old employer and he felt so bad about what happened that he offered to fund me a nice long vacation. He's in the ranks of people like Bill Gates and Donald Trump when it comes to money and he likes me for some reason."

They reached the hostess stand of the hotel restaurant and the lady there smiled at them, "Table for two?"

The pair looked at each other, "Yes please," Tommy said with a smile. As they walked through the restaurant, he leaned over, "I like your suite, but you deserve to be wearing an elegant evening gown."

Kimberly flushed, "Thank you, I-I haven't had time to shop lately, or the money. I wanted to come here so badly, I'm maxing out my credit cards on this trip."

Tommy nodded, "I'll pay for dinner; Anton can afford it." And a new dress, he thought. They had seen each other before, at Ashley and Andros's wedding, at Trini's funeral and two Ranger Reunions that Kim had been free for. It was there that they had been able to talk about their relationship and Kim had admitted to not having another guy in Florida, but had sent the letter because she had been afraid to ask Tommy to wait for her to go for the international championships she dreamed of. Tommy had been upset at first, but had told her the truth, he and Kat had broken up when she'd moved to London and that it had not been a good break up, which was why he rarely went to events where Kat would be present. After that, he'd settled for a strong, sibling-like relationship with Hailey and that was all. Hailey was the one who kept him organized and kept his computer from randomly throwing sparks, as his last one had after he'd left a cool glass on the CPU.

They were seated at a table and the waiter offered them the wine menu, Kimberly declined, but Tommy ordered a California red that Anton had introduced him to. "I remember hearing about Anton," Kimberly said, "Jason didn't trust him."

"Jason doesn't understand," Tommy replied, "Anton and I met while I was in college, and he was looking for a protégé, he has no children and he wanted someone to train up. I was taking business classes at the time so that I could help at the Dojo, but I wasn't doing so well. I hadn't met Hailey yet. Well, Anton and I just seemed to, uh, click. He's a friend and mentor to me, and in return, I gave him a chance to return to his youth. When I transferred to Sam Houston State, and met Hailey, Anton became our almost parent." Tommy grinned, "You wouldn't believe some of the trouble we got up to." He hesitated for a minute, "I mean, Jason thinks Anton wants more, and except that one time with the leather pants and the handcuffs, we've never really even mentioned that sort of relationship."

"May I take your order sir, ma'am?" The waiter said.

Tommy looked down at the menu, and gave an order, followed by Kimberly. When he walked away, Kimberly leaned forward, "All right, I have to hear about the leather pants and hand cuffs."

"Well," Tommy hesitated, "this never leaves the room. See, Jason came down to visit me as a surprise, and I was at Anton's house down in Houston when he came. Hailey was at the house we shared in Huntsville and she picked Jason up when he called to tell us he was at Intercontinental. When Jason heard I was in Houston, he insisted that they come to see us. Hailey called me before she left the house to warn me, and I asked Anton to help me put Jason in his place. This is after the goose incident, mind you." Kimberly nodded, she'd heard of the 'goose incident'. "Anton and I had been working on plans for thing we wanted at the island and we set those aside to plot. Oh, and I should mention that tequila was involved. Some dish his cook made up that we just had to try. I was rather buzzed when we came up with this. When the butler let Hailey and Jason into the den, I was kneeling in the middle of the floor in a pair of skin tight leather pants that left nothing to the imagination, handcuffed, while Anton, in blue jeans and nothing else paced around me with a whip. Jason turned red, then green, and then bolted. When he was out of sight, we burst into laughter."

Kimberly laughed silently, picturing Tommy in that position. "Is that why Jason won't spar with you anymore?"

"I think so," Tommy shrugged, "'course, it could also be because of the poker incident."

"Poker?" Kimberly replied, "I thought we swore off poker."

"We did," Tommy replied, "until someone brought out the vodka." He leaned forward, "why do you think I cut my hair?"

"I thought that was because of the tomato incident," Kimberly replied.

"No," Tommy said, "Jason and I got drunk and involved in a game of strip poker with Rocky and Adam. We each lost once that night and our punishments were each different. I had to cut my hair. Jason, on the other hand, was required to do a drunk'n'dial to Emily. We have it on tape."

"Jason did what?" Kimberly replied, almost shrieking but catching herself in time.

"He drunk'n'dialed Emily," Tommy replied, "actually, Hailey put it on my laptop, which is upstairs, I'll show you later."

Kimberly shook her head, "Jason, our fearless leader, Jason, the most responsible one, did a drunk'n'dial? I just can't believe that."

Tommy sipped his wine, "Like I said, that was a vodka night."

"Any stories with whiskey?" Kim asked as their food arrived.

"Those are Rocky and Adam stories," Tommy replied, "and I'd rather not share."

"Rocky drinks?" Kim replied.

"Only on a guys' night, it's why he was so bummed about missing the mission." Tommy said, leaning back. He figured that someone had shared the moon mission with her, since every other Ranger knew about Andros and him going after Serpenterra and the Machine Empire.

"I thought that was because of his back?" Kim said, tilting her head.

"Rocky could have done it; his back wouldn't have been a problem if he had gone. It's just that he didn't have a way to go with us." Tommy replied, "I'll explain later."

After they ate, they decided to visit the casino, and soon found themselves at the blackjack tables. "Do you play?" Kim asked, she'd finally broken down enough to have a glass of wine and was feeling fairly good.

Tommy, who'd switched to scotch after the meal, smiled, "Want to?"

"Why not," Kim said, the pair, armed with chips, took seats at one of the tables and began to play.

Three hours and one too many drinks later, Tommy was broke. He'd only brought down a little money and he'd spent it freely. Now he looked blearily at Kim. "I need to get more money," he said, or meant to say, it really wasn't that clear.

Kim, who had stuck to wine but was no less tipsy, nodded, "Let's go." She followed him across the lobby to the elevator…

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Tommy woke up, and wished he hadn't, over the years he'd decided that the more fun he'd had the night before meant that his hangover would be worse. After his break up with Kat, he'd done the sob in his beer thing, unintentionally, but had not had a hangover. He blinked and sat up, intending to find aspirin. A light hand slid down his chest to land in his lap and Tommy jumped. Looking to his right, Kim was laying there, decidedly undressed. Unless there was another woman here who had thrown her clothing all over the hotel room. He shook his head; he needed to deal with this when he wasn't dying. He stumbled over to the bathroom and dug out some aspirin. Having swallowed that, he walked back into the bedroom and sat down at the table. There was a piece of paper on the table and he pulled it over, hoping to get his mind off his head.

"Oh My God!" He yelled as the words sank into him.

State of Nevada Marriage License.