What Happens In Vegas

(Chapter Two: The Morning After)

That evening they found themselves sitting at a table with their perspective mates for the evening. Olivia sat at a small table across form a guy named Brandt. Who looks wise wasn't all that bad. He seemed to be really nice but was forward about the fact that he was here to pick up women. She was determine to give it a real shot and show Elliot that she respected his choice. But this man just kept talking about his friends and work and his mother and would not shut up.

The only thing she had said all evening was her own name. He was attractive, she would give Elliot credit for that, but the entire time he spoke to her he stared down the top of her dress. She couldn't even see him being an option for tonight. Olivia exhaled and placed her chin against her palm trying to act interested in the conversation, really she was bored out of her mind.

Elliot, however was completely intrigued by Susan. The woman Olivia had met at the bar and introduced him to. She was a pretty brunette with long legs and a nice smile. She seemed really sweet and smart.

But Elliot was too worried about how things were going with Olivia to focus on the woman in front of him. She talked about a farm she grew up on in Oklahoma and the horses her family raised back there. But Elliot only heard every other word.

Olivia ordered another drink. She could feel her buzz getting strong, but she was going to need it tonight. This man reminded her of one of the speakers from the conference the day before. Much more attractive, but just about as interesting. She quickly finished off her drink and ordered another.

Even drunk, she couldn't see herself inviting this idiot back to her room for sex. Although, bad sex with an idiot was still sex and more than she had experienced in four….no five months. If her sex life kept going this way she would have to seriously consider purchasing a vibrator.

Olivia tilted her head for a second to consider the idea. Nah, something about being intimate with a piece of plastic just creeped her out. Besides a vibrator couldn't hold you afterward. And as much as she wanted the sex, she craved the strong arms around her and a warm body next to her. She ordered another drink, she was at least getting a good buzz tonight. She looked over at Elliot and his date and smiled as he caught her staring in his direction. Olivia noticed the row of empty beer bottles in front of him and wondered if he wasn't having the same problem.

Elliot ordered another beer, about his eighth that evening. It was making him nervous not being able to hear what was being said at Olivia's table or at least know for sure if she was really going to take this guy back to her room and…. He picked up his beer bottle and drank almost the entire contents in one drink. He didn't even care what the woman in front of him was saying anymore. He hadn't been listening for well over an hour now. Beer wasn't cutting it, he needed something stronger.

Elliot excused himself and moved toward the bar. He ordered a scotch on the rocks and drank it as fast as he could. What the hell had he done. He actually found a guy for Olivia to take back to her hotel room and have sex with. He tapped his fingers on the bar as the bartended brought him another drink.

"Give me two," he said as the man sat the glass on the counter.

The bartender nodded as Elliot slammed back his head and finished the drink. He sat the empty glass on the bar and picked up the full one. He was about to bring it to his lips when he saw her sit down beside him at the bar.

"Not going so hot, huh?"

Elliot turned his head to look at Olivia. He just watched her for a minute.

"You can say it, this was a stupid idea."

"Your date that bad, too?" He asked.

"I just finally couldn't take it anymore. Looks like your date liked him, though." She motioned over her shoulder and Elliot turned to watch Brandt escort Susan out of the bar.

"He can have her."

Olivia laughed and ordered another drink.

They sat at the bar for the next three hours talking and drinking so much that they had long lost track of what had been consumed. Before long that had discussed their sex lives, sex horror stories, where his marriage went wrong, her horrible taste in men and his lack of interest in dating again.

Before long they found themselves doing shots of tequila and she had dragged him out onto the dance floor. So much for her promise not to make him dance. By now they were both so drunk neither of them really cared what they looked like trying to dance among the two hundred other drunks on the floor. They would dance for a while then go back to the bar for another shot or two and then back out on the dance floor.

A few hours later the bar closed down and they climbed into a cab to head back to their hotel. The rest of the night was a blur and it was nearing five thirty in the morning and the sun was beginning to rise as Olivia finally collapsed across her bed unconscious.

At eight o'clock the front desk called up with her wake up call. Their flight left at ten and she felt like shit. She sat up and put her feet onto the carpet as she combed her fingers through her hair. She was in for one hell of a hang over.

She stood up and stumbled to the bathroom dropping her tee shirt and boxers along the way and climbed into the shower. She stood under the hot water until it ran cold, then rinsed the shampoo from her hair and wrapped herself in a towel.

She walked back across the hotel room and drew open the drapes then turned around to open her suitcase on the bed. As she did she noticed something strange and cocked her head to one side to allow her drunk and tired eyes to focus on it. It was a leg. More importantly a man's leg, hanging out from under the blankets on the bed. She stared at the stranger for a minute then laughed a little to herself. She couldn't believe she had actually gone through with it. The part that sucked was that she couldn't even remember it.

"I hope it was good," she whispered as she picked up her clothes from the floor beside the bed. She walked across the room and unzipped her suitcase and pulled out a pair of baggy running pants and a tank top and hoodie. She felt like shit and really didn't care what she looked like today. She pulled her clothes on and pulled her wet hair up in a pony tail.

She buzzed around the room tossing her things into the suitcase. She looked down into it just before zipping it up to see if anything was missing. She wrinkled her eyebrows in confusion as she pulled Elliot's cornflower blue tie from the ball of black dress and lacy underwear she had picked up from the floor beside the bed. She raised her eyes to stare at the stranger in the mirror, this time noticing his jacket crumpled in the floor beside the bed.

"Oh my God!" She almost yelled out as she was finally able to realize what must have happened last night.

She reached into the floor between her feet and picked up a man's shoe…Elliot's shoe.

"Get up!" She yelled as she threw the shoe at him and kicked the bottom of the bed.

The shoe made contact with the back of his head and made a loud slapping sound as it did. She didn't mean to hurt him, she just prayed somehow that the naked man that stood up from the bed wasn't her partner. But today, she couldn't get that lucky.

Elliot came flying up from the bed completely naked and Olivia covered her eyes with her hand.

"What the Hell happened last night?" She demanded as he squinted his eyes to try and focus on the woman across the room.

Elliot rubbed his hands over his face then realized he was naked quickly moving his hands to cover his….area. His eyes began to scan the room for his underwear before finding them across the room near the bathroom door.

"Can you toss me those boxers?" He said still kind of unsure what was going on.

Olivia opened her eyes and looked at the boxer shorts she had pulled off on her way to the shower that morning.

"Great," she mumbled to herself as she picked them up and tossed them on the bed in front of him. Seeing only for a second her naked partner now holding the sheet from the bed around his waist.

She turned around and faced the wall as he dropped the sheet to get dressed. It was only a few seconds later that Olivia realized she could see everything in the mirror across the room. She didn't mean to watch him, she was trying not to. It just sort of happened.

"Our flight leaves in an hour," she said closing her eyes as he pulled up his pants.

"Okay," he said as she turned around to look at him.

Elliot sat on the edge of the bed to put his shoes on. She went to her purse and popped a hand full of aspirin into her mouth washing them down with a four dollar bottle of water from the mini fridge. She dumped out four more and handed them to Elliot.

"Here, I have a feeling you're going to need them," she said as he took them and she handed him the bottle of water.

She sat on the end of the bed and rubbed her hands over her face.

Elliot looked up at her.

"Do you really think that we…"

"I did. I can tell. So I would say, yes considering you woke up naked in my bed."

"God, my head is killing me," he said rubbing it in the exact spot she had hit him with the shoe.

"Sorry about that, I kind of panicked."

"I can't say that I blame you."

"We'd better get going or we'll miss our flight. I'm gonna run next door and pack up my stuff. Why don't you call a cab and I will meet you in the lobby in ten minutes?"

"Okay."

She looked at him with a worried look. For this moment they were both avoiding thinking or talking about last night.

When Elliot found her in the lobby she was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses and rubbing her temple with her fingers.

"You're head pounding too, huh?"

"Yeah, of course we have to fly and we're both hung over."

"Or we could rent a car and drive, but that will just take forever and neither of us feel like driving. At least on a plane we can try to sleep."

"Right, let's go. I just want to crawl into my bed and sleep it off." She exhaled and picked up her bag as they walked toward the cab.

About forty five minutes into the flight Olivia woke up with her head leaned on Elliot's shoulder. She felt nauseated and the guy in front of them smelled of strong cigar smoke. It was about to make her sick. She looked over at Elliot, asleep with his head leaned against the side of the plane. She smiled and headed for the bathroom.

Inside Olivia splashed water on her face in an attempt to ward off the nausea. It didn't work. Within moments she found herself leaned over the toilet in the small compartment vomiting profusely. Afterward she sat on the floor and leaned back against the wall trying to remind herself to breathe. She flushed the toilet and stood up digging a tooth brush from her purse and brushing her teeth. She returned to her seat and asked the flight attendant for a bottle of water and some aspirin. Actually she felt much better, now.

Olivia twisted the cap back onto her water bottle and reached to sit it on the fold down table in front of her, that was when she noticed it.

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Elliot, wake up!" She hit him in the ribs with her elbow.

"What?" He groaned.

"What is that?" She said looking at him.

"Huh?"

"That," she said pointing at his hand. "This," she said raising hers.

"Oh, shit!" He said as he sat upright in his seat and jerked her hand closer to look at it.

Olivia stared at him with tears in her eyes.

"What the hell happened last night?" She asked.

"I'm not quite sure," Elliot replied staring down at the tiny diamond ring on her left hand ring finger. He looked back at his hand to see a thin gold band in the place he once wore his wedding band from Kathy. He looked back at Olivia. "I think we got married last night."

"We got married last night?" She asked nervously.

Elliot held her hand up to inspect it.

"We got married last night."

"Well, congratulations!" The flight attendant said from behind them. "Why don't I bring you a complementary drink?"

"No!" The both said at the same time almost shouting at the woman.

"I mean, that is not necessary, thank you." Elliot replied.

The woman gave him a strange look then turned and walked away.

"Elliot, do you remember anything?"

"I remember getting hit in the head with my shoe this morning. Everything before and after that is kind of a blur."

Olivia exhaled and stared straight ahead for a moment. Elliot looked up to see tears begin to roll from under her sunglasses.

"Hey, we'll get this mix up straightened out when we get back to New York."

She took a staggered breath and nodded her head.

"Come on, don't cry." He hated to see her cry.

Elliot reached up and brushed the tears from her cheeks. He slid off her glasses and stared into her pretty brown eyes.

"It will be okay."

He cupped his hand on the side of her face and pulled her forehead against his.

"It's just me, there is nothing to be afraid of. I am sure this happens all of the time."

"I just wish I could rememb…."

Elliot watched her for a moment as she rubbed her hand over her face.

"You remember something?"

"The elevator…. A lot of kissing in the elevator."

Elliot leaned back in his seat and thought about it for a few minutes. He held his hand in hers and rubbed his fingers between hers. He took a deep breath and turned to look at her.

"What?"

"Liv, that is not all that happened in the elevator."

She shook her head in disbelief.

"What do you remember?"

"Us kissing, making out. The elevator doors opened and we stumbled inside. We pulled the elevator stop button between floors and I am pretty sure had hot sex up against the wall to the Bee Gee's music."

"Bee Gee's music?" She had a confused look on her face.

"How deep is your love to be specific."

"Oh, my God. That is disgusting!"

"I don't remember you complaining last night."

"How are you sure we had sex in the elevator? Maybe we just kissed a lot."

"No, I remember pulling your black lacy panties off and raising you against the wall. And you moaning against my ear."

Olivia rubbed her hand over her face a little embarrassed that he could remember things that she couldn't.

"That's enough. I…I don't want to hear anymore. Not right now."

"Liv, we did what a lot of people do in Las Vegas. We got wasted and had sex and woke up married. We can get out of this. We'll just have it annulled when we get back to New York. And no one will even have to know."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Elliot cupped his hand against the side of her face and pulled her head to rest on his shoulder once more.

"Try to get some rest, we'll be back home soon. And we'll sit down and figure out what we want to do about this mess."

Olivia closed her eyes and tried not to think about any of it. Her head was pounding and if she didn't fall asleep soon she was liable to be sick again. Before long she had drifted off to sleep with her head against the shoulder of her husband.