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What Happens in Vegas

Mary groaned as she woke but froze when she noticed her dry mouth and the nauseous feeling; all telltale signs of a hangover. Carefully, she lifted her head but let it drop back down and moaned when the pounding started.

"Oh god….." She mumbled into the pillow.

She tried to think back to the previous night but all she could remember was her and Marshall beating Tom and Lilly four times at pool.

Taking a deep breath, she rolled onto her back and brought one hand up to brushed her hair out of her face. After another couple of minutes of lying completely still, she slowly opened her eyes. She quickly placed her hand over them to block out the blinding light.

"God damn sun…" She mumbled. "Wait a minute…"

She uncovered her eyes and looked around. "This isn't my room…"

When she went to push herself up, her hand came in contact with another hand…Someone else hand. She whipped her head to the side and sighed in relief when she saw it was just Marshall and that he was fully clothed, onto top of the covers, sat up against the headboard.

"Marshall…" She pulled herself up using his arm and was glad that she was dressed in her pajamas. "Marshall?"

He jerked awake but his hands immediately shot to cradle his head. "Oh my god…"

"Ha, I'm glad I'm not the only one." Mary muttered, falling back against the headboard beside him. "What the hell did we do last night?"

"I have no idea but whatever it was, I remember it was your fault." He screwed his eyes shot tightly.

"Do you remember anything after the pool games?" Mary questioned, knowing there was no point in arguing with him, he was probably right.

"Tequila shots."

"Oh yeah…"

"Had to be down to you…" He continued. "I never willing do tequila shots."

"Why aren't we in our rooms?" She asked, looking around again.

"We're not?" His eyes opened. "Our bags are here…"

Mary glanced across to where he was pointing. "Why would we decide to book a new room?"

"I don't know." He rubbed his eyes. "But we've done crazier things in the past after getting drunk."

"That's true." Mary agreed and reached over to the bedside table for her cell phone. "It's already 1pm…I can't remember the last time I slept this late."

"I'm happy to go back to sleep for another couple of hours…" He sighed and reached up to rub the back of his neck. "Maybe in a lying down position…Why did I think it would be a good idea to sleep sitting up?"

"You were being a gentleman…" Mary said slowly, a flash of memory coming back to her. "And you wanted to keep guard."

He glanced across at her. "Guard from what?"

"Oh, who the hell knows?"

"Well, it's your turn now…I'm going to sleep like a normal person…" He scooted down the bed and pulled a pillow on top of his head.

Mary stared down at him for a few seconds, her mind trying to remember why Marshall felt like he needed to protect her.

She remembered the pool games and then tequila shots that Tom had brought. She narrowed her eyes at her partner when she remembered sitting on his lap. Shaking her head a little, guessing that they had just been keeping up the lie of being a couple.

Sighing, she swung her legs out of the bed but gripped onto the edge when the room spun. She let her head fall back and then rolled her shoulders. She needed some water and aspirin…Maybe some fried food.

She had another flash from the night before of her and Marshall sharing a cheese burger. Then she remembered taking off her engagement ring and throwing it across the burger joint.

"Oh my god…" Her eyes widened. Not only had she thrown away her ring but Marshall had crawled under three tables looking for it and she had got angry at him because of it. He must have found it because she could feel it on her finger but then she looked down and saw the ring she was wearing was not her engagement ring.

She titled her head slightly to look at the cheap yellow gold band.

"Marshall…" She said slowly but got no reply so reached behind her to shake him. "Marshall!"

"Hey, quit it!" He swatted her hand away.

"No, Marshall we did something really stupid! You got to wake up."

"Whatever the price of this room is, we'll spilt it." He mumbled, from under the pillow, guessing that was what she was talking about.

"Marshall…"

"Fine, I'll pay for the whole damn thing…Just let me sleep for another hour!"

"We got married last night."

He rolled onto his back but only pulled the pillow off half way so he was looking at her with one eye. "That's not funny."

"Oh, believe me I know."

"I'm going back to sleep." He let the pillow drop down again.

She let out a frustrated groaned, grabbed it and threw it across the room. She then lifted his left his and placed hers beside it so he could see the matching rings.

"No." He shook his head. "No."

"I think this tops that time we TP'ed Stan's house on the stupid things we do whilst drunk list."

"Mary…We can't…" He sat up, still staring at their hands. "I said no!"

"Saying no now isn't going to make it go away, idiot!"

"I remember last night I said no!" He insisted and then pointed at her accusingly. "And you kept giving me tequila!"

"And you kept saying no." She added. "So, how the hell did we end up with wedding rings on our fingers?"

"You dragged us to the wedding chapel." Marshall supplied. "After that Tom and Lilly decided to head back to the hotel."

"I wanted to go to see if it was the same place were Mark and I got married…"

"Right." Marshall agreed. "Wait, who's Mark?"

"I told you about Mark last night."

Marshall thought for a moment and then remembered. "Oh yeah, some High School boyfriend who you ran off to get married with…"

"I was 17 years old…stop with the judgmental tone."

"I'm just saying…"

"Hey, running and getting married quickly is an easy mistake to make." She held up his hand again to prove her point. "Obviously I just don't learn from mine but…"

"Why the hell did we go through with it?" Marshall muttered, mostly to himself. Now he was thinking about it, he can remember repeating the vows and signing the documents.

"I said I wasn't ready to set a wedding with Raph." Mary said softly, her stomach turning at the thought of her fiancée.

"And you told me that if I married you then you wouldn't have to." Marshall sighed. "That it was my job to protect you from making a stupid mistake."

"I am never drinking again." Mary fell backwards onto the bed, covering her eyes again.

"Mare…" Marshall started, hesitantly reaching out to squeeze her hand. "We can fix this."

"I married a man who wasn't my fiancée."

"I know but no one has to know." He told her. "We can get it annulled."

"And it'll be that simple?"

"I'm sure we fall into several of the categories eligible for annulment and it's not like we actually slept together." He shrugged. "Technically, you didn't cheat."

"I can't believe even on our wedding night you were the perfect gentlemen…" She removed her hands to look up at him. "I remember now what it was you were protecting me from last night."

"What?" He frowned a little.

"From making the mistake of being unfaithful."

"Well, it would have made working together awkward after seeing each other naked." He gave her a small smile, trying to lighten the mood.

She couldn't help but return the smile. "Probably would have given us nightmares."

He let out a small laugh and started to get up.

"I thought you wanted to sleep…" She watched him stand up.

"I'm going to jump in the shower…then we should get some lunch." He stretched his muscles. "I'm starving."

"Okay, sounds good." She agreed.

She got up and picked up her bag to look for some aspirin when she heard him groan.

"What?" She glanced up and saw him stood in the doorway to the bathroom.

"I just remember that I put this room on my credit card…and how much it cost me."

He remembered demanding the hotels best honeymoon suit.

Mary smirked. "That'll teach you to get drunk and elope."

"You're paying half!" He insisted before closing the bathroom door behind him.

XxXxX

Once they had both showered and got dressed, they headed down to the restaurant where they ordered way too much food for just the two of them.

"Hey, stop hogging the fries." Marshall tried to pull them towards him but she refused to let them go.

"Why don't you get your own?" She suggested, shoving six fries into her mouth at once.

He rolled his eyes and reached for the onion rings instead.

"So, we don't tell anyone about this?" Mary questioned. "We just get the annulment and carry on as normal?"

"Sounds like the best plan." He nodded.

"And you're okay with that?"

"What else do you suggest? We never meant to get married…you're actually engaged to get married to another man…" He replied. "We're just best friends who happen to do stupid things when we drink too much."

"Real stupid things…I have no idea how we're going to top this one."

"Have a little faith in us…Of course will find something to top this."

She smiled and they ate in silence for a couple of minutes before she spoke again. "You know, I would never want to do anything to hurt you or to damage our friendship, right?"

"Mare, you weren't the only one there." He told her. "I was actually saying no up until the point we actually walked down the aisle which probably means I wasn't as drunk as you and knew what we were doing was wrong."

"You think me forcing five shots of tequila down your throat didn't have an effect?"

"Let's just agree that we were both to blame." Marshall suggested.

"And after the paperwork is through, we can forget all about it."

"Yes."

"Hey guys…"

Marshall turned and saw Tom and Lilly heading over to them. "Hey."

"So, I got an interesting message this morning…" Tom grinned at them.

"Oh yeah…" Marshall shared a look with Mary.

"Yeah, here…" He pulled out his cell phone and handed it to Marshall.

"Oh look, Mare…A wedding picture." He held it out to her; he remembered now how he was worried his friends would be upset about missing the wedding.

Mary took the phone and stared at the photo of them. If it wasn't for the fact they were showing the wedding bands, you could not tell they had just gotten married.

"I can't believe you went through with it!" Lilly laughed. "Actually, I can believe Mary went through with but Marshall you were adamant it wasn't going to happen."

"Mary can be really persuasive when she wants to be."

"Well, congratulations." She leaned down and hugged Marshall first then Mary. "We're so happy for you."

"Thanks." Marshall answered, glancing at Mary again who still hadn't spoken.

"Is everything okay?" Tom asked.

"Yeah, sure, just the hangover." Marshall replied. "And trying to work out how to tell our families."

"I'm sure they'll understand." Lilly claimed.

"Maybe you don't have to tell them and just have a second wedding." Tom suggested. "Keep everyone happy."

"That might be a good idea." Marshall replied.

"Well, if you do…don't forget to invite us." Tom clasped a hand on his shoulder. "Anyway, we're about to head out…It was great catching up with you both."

"If you ever in California make sure you look us up." Lilly told them.

"Of course and if you come back to New Mexico…" Marshall started but then realized what kind of problems it would cause if they ever did meet up again.

"Next time the tequila is on you." Tom joked.

"You got it."

They both hugged Mary, who managed to mutter goodbye before they left. Marshall looked at his partner for a few minutes as she stared down at the plate in front of her.

"Mare?" He reached across and brushed his fingertip over the back of her hand to get her attention.

"What?" She lifted her head to meet his eye.

"What's wrong?"

"Other than having the world's worst hangover and accidently marrying my best friend?"

"Yeah, other than that."

"Marshall…" She started and then sighed. "I just…the picture…"

He frowned little. "The one of Tom's phone?"

"We actually look happy." She replied.

"We were pretty drunk." He reasoned.

Mary couldn't help but smile a little. "That's true."

Marshall pulled his own cell phone out and looked to see if the photo was still on there. Mary was right, they did look happy; even though both their left hands were in air to show off the rings, they were looking at each other.

"It's probably a good idea to get rid of this." He said after a few minutes of studying it.

"I guess…" She gave a small nod.

Marshall flipped the phone shut, deciding to delete it later. He glanced up at her and noticed she was looking at the ring. He wondered why she was still wearing it…He wondered why he was still wearing his too.

"Hey!" She complained when she saw him reaching for the fries.

"We're meant to be sharing." He replied, managing to grab some before she slapped his hand away.

"Thief." She accused.

He rolled his eyes and picked up his soda. "So, what do you want to do tonight?"

"I don't care…"

"Come on, Mare…we got one night left before we head home tomorrow. Let's make the most of it." The truth was he was worried things would become awkward between them if they didn't try to act like normal right away.

"I guess we could go out for some dinner…" She suggested. "A proper restaurant though not a sports bar and no tequila."

"You got a deal." He agreed. "We haven't hit the casinos yet either…Or a show…"

"Casinos, yes…show, hell no…"

"But…"

"No."

"Fine." He replied. "But I'm picking the restaurant…and it'll be a nice restaurant."

"Nice restaurant is just Marshall speak for fancy posh 'have everything on the menu in a different language' restaurant."

"And you say that like it's a bad thing…" He grinned at her.

"I'm not paying."

"I never thought you would."

XxXxX

They had gone to nice Italian restaurant and when their waiter had called Mary his wife, Marshall had told him they had only been married for a day. She had glared at him until she realized the waiter was making a big fuss and gave them a bottle of Champaign on the house. Marshall had just smiled and raised his glass to her, toasting his 'wife.'

He then ordered for them both since Mary didn't know Italian and she compared it to the time Raph had tried ordering for her. Not only had it pissed her off that he thought he had the right but he ordered something she hated. She didn't even care that Marshall just assumed he would be ordering because she trusted him to get it right.

They talked all evening about anything except work or her family and when their waiter had placed their check on the table, they look up and saw there was no one else there.

"I got it." Mary took it before Marshall could.

"My restaurant pick my treat." He held his hand out for it. "That's the rules."

"Yeah but it was my choice to get married and you footed the bill for that."

"And the honeymoon suit." Marshall added, wincing a little when he thought about the price again.

"Yeah, so I got this."

"I got to marry you more often if it means you pick up the tab for dinner after…"

"Shut it, Doofus." She shot him a look as she handed over her credit card.

They headed straight back to the hotel, neither of them feeling like going to any of the casinos. As they walked side by side, Mary kept glancing at Marshall. She knew she had been comparing him to Raphael all evening and knew it was probably not a good idea but she couldn't stop it. The worse thing was, Marshall was winning and by a long stretch.

When they got back to their room, they both stood and stared at the double bed.

"I could sleep on the floor…" Marshall suggested. "Or get another room…"

"Marshall." She cut him off. "It's fine."

"I don't want it to be awkward…" He sighed.

She turned to stand in front of him and ran her hands down his arms to his hands and threaded her fingers through his.

"Mare?" He whispered, looking down at her.

She lifted his left hand and stared at the gold band still on his finger. Marshall was expecting her to demand why he was still wearing it but instead she brought his hand to her mouth to kiss his ring finger.

"Mary…" He said again, but did not move away.

"Its fine, Marshall." She told him, now kissing the back of his hand.

"What's going on?" He asked, gently pulling his hand away from her.

She let go but didn't step back. She looked up and almost smiled at the confused look on his face.

"Ask me what I need…" She whispered, slipping her arm around his neck.

"What?" He asked frowning, his own hands held out to the side so he wasn't touching her.

"You always ask me what I need…" She replied. "Ask me what I need now."

"What do you need, Mare?"

"I need you." She leaned up, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"Mary…We can't…" His eyes flickered shut.

"I need my husband…" She ignored him and kissed the other side of his mouth. "I need my husband to make love to me."

He couldn't help but moan and when she covered his lips with hers, he kissed back. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer as she started to walk towards the bed.

She fell backwards, bring him down with her. He broke the kiss and opened his mouth to tell her they were making a big mistake but he couldn't, so instead brushed her hair out of face and kissed her again.

It might be for only one weekend but she was his and he was going to make the most of it.

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