I should be updating Closing Time some day soon, but I just had this idea that wanted to get out and I couldn't shake it from my head once it was there. Hope you like it, enjoy!

The morning sunlight pouring through the blind wakes her from her sleep, and she throws a hand over her face to cover her eyes from the brightness.

Pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers and squinting her eyes, she deeply groans as she moves to sit herself up. The sun streams through the window and catches her bare leg.

She opens her eyes slowly, gathering her senses and leaving her slumber as she licks her lips. She glances down at her bare legs with a frown, her hands grasping the small material of the towel resting over her lap. She pulls the cloth up to cover her naked chest and grimaces, noticing her lack of any underwear.

Why the hell was she only wearing a towel? And sleeping on the bathroom floor?

She holds the towel up with her right hand and runs the other through her disheveled hair, her fingers pulling out a couple of flowers. She frowns at the petals in her hand and tosses them aside as she scratches her head confusedly.

It's only then that she notices the heavier weight of her hand, the shiny object adorning her ring finger and the glistening rock sitting atop the band.

She brings her hand down in front of her and flips it over slowly, as though she's afraid of what might happen.

The pitchy scream leaves her mouth and she gasps her right hand over her mouth. "Oh my God, oh my God. No, no, no, no, no." She stutters, the words leaving her mouth so quickly that she barely hears them.

"Babe, are you okay?"

She sits in silence at the sound of the man's voice, folding her legs tight beneath her and backing away from the door.

Who the fuck?!

She shuffles back and leans herself against the curved bathtub, her red hair spilling over the edge. She crosses her arms over her chest protectively and digs her teeth into her bottom lip.

Who the hell is that? And why is he in her hotel room?

She remembers (sort of) hanging around in her room for a little while before her sisters had dragged her out and into the town.

She remembers getting the call from her sister Alice that was engaged. She'd thrown a hissy fit, probing the youngest Kepner for questions about her fiancée. Was he good enough for her? Was he tall? Did he treat her right? Did daddy like him?

She was aware that she herself didn't have the widest history with guys, only two previous boyfriends and a fake marriage to their next door neighbour when she was five.

So, she wasn't exactly in the position to judge, as Alice had pointed out.

The younger sister had then proceeded to inform her of the plans for her engagement party. Just her sisters and a couple of close friends. No fiancée. Lots of alcohol. Vegas.

She hadn't been too thrilled at the idea, and the thought of getting a little too drunk in a notorious town with a bunch of grabby guys and sleazy old men kind of frightened her.

She didn't understand why the party had to be there, but Alice had assured her that they wouldn't be hanging out in a snazzy casino or a gritty bar.

But maybe Alice had lied.

Because otherwise, why was there some guy in April's hotel room?

And why in God's name was she wearing a wedding ring?

The door to the bathroom slowly starts to open and she bites deeper into her lip, blistering the skin with her nerves.

Holy shit.

Okay, so she never expected him to look like that.

Holy crap.

"Was that you screaming?" He asks her softly, an amused expression appearing on his face and she tries to hide her blush under his piercing gaze.

Holy crap.

She shuts her mouth and folds her arms closer to her as he leans against the doorway, flexing his muscled arms as he slips them into his jeans' pockets.

Holy crap.

She looks up at his face, ignoring his clear smirk as she stares into his eyes. Jesus Christ, they're green. She's never seen such a bright eye colour and his gaze makes her fidget nervously.

"Do I know you?" She squeaks, tugging the corners of her lips into a pout and raising her brows when he chuckles.

The man, the green-eyed beautiful-caramel-skinned six-pack-owner, takes a step forward, holding his hands up defensively when she moves herself closer to the bathtub.

"Do you trust me?"

"I don't know you." She retorts, glancing down at his toned chest briefly with a soft sigh before casting her eyes to the tiled floor.

Holy crap.

"Well, you knew me last night." He tries with a smirk as he walks closer, his hands still out and open.

April frowns for a second, "I don't remember anything that happened last night. Oh God, what happened last night?!" She shrieks, her eyes wide.

"Do you want a recap?" He teases and she scowls.

"Please, I don't even know your name."

"Do you want to know my name?"

"I'd like to know what happened last night."

He shrugs, "You really don't remember anything?"

"Do I look like I do? Look, can you please just tell me whatever it is that I did so I can walk out of here in shame?"

"I would but... I'm not even sure myself."

She stares up at him blankly, watching as the smirk leaves his face and he frowns.

"I know that we're married, or something..."

She squeals and throws a hand on her face with a growl, "Oh, no! No, no, no!"

"Hey, you could've done worse." He flatters and she rolls her eyes.

"I could've done worse than marrying some dude that I met the same night. Actually, how do I even know you're telling the truth? You could have drugged me or something and forced me to wear this thing." She lifts her hand and shows off her ring, "How do I know we're actually married?"

He slips a hand into his back pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, "I think this might be proof."

"Are you kidding me?!" She stands up suddenly, pulling her towel with her to cover her naked body. "What, you just have a certificate but you don't know how it happened?!" She steps forward and smacks his chest, scolding herself when she does it again just to touch him.

What the hell happened to her overnight?

"Are you done hitting me?" He grasps her wrists gently, waving them around and taking a look down at her attire.

April fidgets under his stare and swats his arm, "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you've seen me naked." She tells him with a warning expression.

He licks his lips as he looks at her mouth, "I have."

"Did we- Uh... I didn't- Did I- I wasn't..."

"Did you orgasm?"

"No. Well, yes, but I- Did I... tell you about-"

"About you being a virgin?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at her.

She drops her shoulders and closes her eyes as she drops her gaze to the ground, "Yeah."

"Yes, you did. But you jumped me in the hallway and I couldn't exactly say no."

"I jumped you. How do I know you're not lying?"

He shakes his head, "I was just as out of it as you were, do you really think I would have gone through with it otherwise?"

"You never know."

"Oh, thanks. You don't even know me and you're making assumptions that I'm some sleazy asshole. Jesus Christ." He mutters under his breath.

She follows after him as he leaves the bathroom, stopping in the doorway and holding her hands to the towel.

He stands in front of the bed before plopping himself down and laying back. She internally groans at the sight of his stomach tightening and his hips calling out to her.

"Well, we somehow married each other so you're obviously not that great."

Well, she had to lose it some time, she thought. And he was right, she could have done much worse. A lot worse, she adds when he lets out a husky growl.

"Holy crap." She mumbles, swallowing a breath when he sits up and stares across at her.

She doesn't even know the guy and he can stare into her soul with just one look.

"Hey, you proposed to me!"

She rolls her eyes, "I was drunk! You're going to pin this all on me?!"

"No, but I'm saying that this is all your fault!"

"You obviously said yes!"

"I was drunk!"

"Well, so was I!"

He shakes his head with a sigh, "Look, we just have to stop for a second and take a quick trip down memory lane, alright? What do you remember?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

April shrugs and slouches against the door frame, avoiding his eyes, "Alright, fine. I- I went to some club with my sisters."

12 HOURS EARLIER

"April, come on! It'll be fun." Kimmie shouts as she runs through the entrance, pulling her older sister behind her.

The redhead sighs and swallows a breath when they finally stop inside, making their way over to the bar.

She's a doctor, a surgeon even, she shouldn't be going to trashy bars. She's never been that person, and she doesn't ever plan on being.

"Kim, this really isn't my kind of thing."

Kimmie Kepner holds up a shot and passes it over to her with a grin, "We're only going to be here for a little while. We have other stuff planned."

"What stuff?" April grabs the glass and quickly swallows the cool alcohol, the sour taste burning her throat and she slightly coughs.

"Look, don't be a downer about it, but we're taking Alice to a strip club!"

The stand at the bar for a moment in silence, safe for the people around and the blaring music, until squints and breaks the quiet with a shriek, "A strip club?!"

"Would you relax? It's for girls." Kimmie brushes off, rolling her eyes with a 'tusk'.

April's eyes widen again and she shouts over the loud music, "The strippers are guys?! I didn't even know that was thing!"

"That's because you're too good, my little Applecake." Kimmie jokes, ruffling her sister's hair slightly with a grin, "Sunday School is for little girls, April. We're grown-ups now, we go to strip clubs." She states boldly.

She hands her another shot and April quickly downs the liquid before ordering herself another. She might as well enjoy the night while she's awake and partially sober, she thinks.

"Well then, why are we here? Let's get going!"

Kimmie laughs and rests a hand on her shoulder, "We're here for the early drinks. And... so Alice can grind on some random guy, apparently." She observes, pointing over to their younger sister in the middle of club. She has her hands running up some stranger's body, pushing her behind against his front as she stands straight, a smirk on her face when she spots the others.

April giggles and shakes her head, "She's engaged!" She says, a look of disbelief and astonishment on her face. The reality hasn't kicked in yet and she gulps at the thought of being the last Kepner left alone. What if she's the only one left? What if all of her sister's grow old and get married and have families and she becomes some old cat-lady?

"Yeah, and now it's your turn!"

"So, what are you fine ladies doing down here in the City of Lights?"

April bites her lip as the bride-to-be replies to the half-naked man. He's pulled his pants back up but his shirt is still lying around somewhere.

"It's my engagement party!" She drunkenly talks, swaying in her seat and relying on her friend Jessica's hand to hold her up.

The man grins, "I guess congratulations are in order! Here's to the bride!" He holds up his police officer's hat and tosses it as the girls scream and run to catch it.

The redhead remains seated, crossing her legs and leaning her body down across the table sideways. She props her arm up to hold her head and she licks her lips,

"You're really hot." She tells him, picking up her glass from the table. It's empty and she groans.

He slides her another shot of vodka with a smirk over the table, "Did you enjoy the show?"

She nods slowly, moving to stand from her seat. "Definitely." She almost trips but catches herself against his chest, her hands gripping his tough shoulders.

"Woah, be careful." He warns her, grasping her arms lightly and smiling down at her.

"Buy me a drink." She says, straightening herself out but keeping her hands in place.

"I think you've had enough." He informs her carefully and she shrugs.

"Then buy yourself one."

He grins and follows her as she walks over to the club's bar. He orders himself a beer and she smacks his chest,

"No, something stronger."

"You trying to get me drunk?"

April casts her gaze away from his handsome face and stares down at his face. Heat slowly rushes to her cheeks and she clasps her hand behind her back.

"Maybe."

He replies with a short chuckle before ordering a tray of shots. The barman smirks and quickly orders them up before sliding the plate across the counter.

April watches as the green-eyed beautiful-caramel-skinned six-pack-owner in front of her downs the drinks in record time and clears his throat from the harsh flavour.

"Happy?" He smiles.

She looks back up at his face then, chewing on her bottom lip anxiously when he licks his lips. "Maybe."

He blinks a couple of times to clear his mind before ordering them more drinks and grabbing her hand.

She throws herself down on the comfy seat, "Why do you work here?" She glances around the room, noticing the various cheesy costumes and hair gel. She wrinkles her nose, "Why?"

He chuckles and tugs his shirt over his head, the best he can with his alcohol intake. "It pays."

April frowns and leans against the back of the chair, her arm slipping and falling from the chair. She lays across the seat and lets out a loud giggle as she stares up at the ceiling.

He appears in front of her and she stops laughing, swallowing a breath at his upside down stance.

He grabs her shoulders and bends down to her level, his face hovering overturned to her own . "You're drunk." He whispers quietly, and she can smell the strong vodka pouring from his breath. But she doubts that hers is any better.

"So are you." She responds, moving her hands in the air to grab his shoulders.

And suddenly, he's kissing her backwards, with most of her body lay across the small stool. And she's never felt anything better than his mouth possessing hers.

Her hands grab the back of his neck the best she can from her place and she moans when he slips his tongue past her teeth.

"Oh." She gasps when he pulls away and smiles down at her, his hands slipping beneath her arms and sitting her upwards.

She's barely sat upright before he's kissing her again, curving his arms around her back and pulling her up. Her arms instinctively wrap around his neck, her left leg rising at his side as her bottom meets the table in the middle of the room.

Holy crap.

His hands ride up her back, cupping her shoulders gently as she slips her hand beneath his shirt, aching to feel his bare torso again.

"You're hot."

"You've already said that." He laughs and rests his forehead against hers, letting his fingers mess with the strap of her top.

"Yeah, but like- Really hot, too hot. Why do you work here?" She quips, raising a brow with sucking on her lower lip.

He stares down at her mouth lazily for a moment before replying, "I already told you."

"You shouldn't work here."

He pouts with a childish grin, "Are you saying I'm not hot enough?"

She giggles and rolls her eyes, "Too hot." She licks her lips and cups the sides of his face, her eyes flickering between his mouth and his eyes. Oh, Jesus, his eyes. She blushes and nervously hiccups. "What's your name?"

"Which name?"

"The one you use."

"Real or... stage?" He asks, cringing to himself at the second mention.

She shrugs, "Real."

"Jackson."

"That's adorable." She pinches his cheeks and grins.

He shakes his head and growls, "Well, my mother certainly thought so."

April wraps her legs around his waist then, and drags him closer by the collar of his plain white t-shirt. "What's your... stripper name?"

He smirks and runs his hands up her thighs, slightly revealing the creamy skin beneath her short dress. "Peppermint."

She giggles at the name, and he can't help but join her, resting his head against her shoulder as he laughs.

"Why are you called Peppermint?"

"It's the eyes." He reasons with a cheap shrug. His eyes are slightly wobbly from the alcohol consumption and she falters against him.

"And here I was, thinking it was the breath." She teases him, her hands resting on his chest again.

Jackson smiles a toothy grin, "My breath smells of vodka."

"So does mine." She reminds him, taking the back of his neck between her hands and pulling him down to her again.

"Umm... fresh."

She kisses him hungrily, all teeth and tongue as he slides his hands up her dress and rests them on her hips. "I can't do that yet."

"Can't do what?"

She glances down at their bodies with a smirk, "That. I promised Daddy."

He gulps and can't take his eyes away from her barely-there-yet-visible underwear, "Are you a virgin?"

"Yes." She breathes innocently with a flutter of her eyelashes, "But I want to have sex with you."

Jackson shakes his head and sheepishly smiles, "But you promised your family. Maybe they want you to be married first."

"You think my sister waited?" She attempts, sliding her hands from his chest to his pants. "But, then again, my Daddy would be really mad if I did it."

"I think I need more alcohol." Jackson mutters and she frowns.

"Marry me."

His eyes widen and he chuckles to himself, "Marry you?"

"Marry me. Come on, it's not as if we're a real couple or anything. It's not legal. It's Vegas."

"Yes." He responds then, a proud smile on his face.

She lightens up, "Yes?"

"Yes!" He declares and grabs her hand to pull her off of the table, "Let's go get married!"

PRESENT TIME

She's sat beside him now, the soft white towel held tight against her body. There's a clear frown on her face and she stares straight ahead.

"We're married." She states quietly and he nods beside her slowly.

Jackson licks his lips and blinks a couple of times, "Yep."

"I don't know you."

"I don't know you, either."

She nods this time, heaving a deep sigh, "I'm not a virgin."

"Nope."

"You're my husband."

"You're my wife."

She pouts, "You're sure it was legal?"

He stares forward, his eyes never leaving the door frame to the bathroom.

"Definitely."

"Your name's Peppermint."

"My name is Jackson."

"I'm going to call you Peppermint."

"Please don't."

"Whatever, Peppermint."