Waking up. That was effort enough, she couldn't believe it, actually remembering the night, she couldn't really remember it actually. Oh, it was fuzzy and hurt her head to think about. Some blurry images came to mind making her moan slightly in pain, she could feel her hangover washing over her.

Shots of tequila.

More shots.

Switching it up with vodka.

More shots.

Rum covered strawberries because she felt that she needed solid food.

That was a joke.

Looking around, it was most definitely not her room at her mother's apartment, nope that would have been too good to be true. Taking another glance, she was not alone; the hot feeling she was feeling was not just the fact that there was so many covers, or that she was still feeling the warmth of the drinks, nope-naked man next to her. Fantastic.

He stirred and she tensed, this was going to be awkward, because her tell when she was nervous was running her hand through her hair and it was then that she caught sight of the small silver ring, a ring she most definitely never seen or worn before. Jewelry was never her thing, much to the dismay of her mother. The only jewelry she ever wore was two leather bands adorning her right wrist but that was all the accessories she could handle, and the only two she owned, until now apparently.

Squinting at the ring, the silver ring with a tiny diamond in the center, it was classic and understated, no sparkles, just beautiful. She could almost see herself wearing it if it wasn't for what it represents, marriage. She was too young, too immature to handle the sanctity that is marriage, her friends would say she is too mature for her age, but the fact that she could get drunk and get married told she still had a long way, and maybe a longer way till she could hold her liquor.

Turning her head, she could see the face of the man she was married too, hopefully he was the one or her morning just got worst, and her day longer because hung-over and walking didn't sound pleasant and that's what she would do, because this marriage was over the second she found him.

The man moaned, his arm pulling her closer to her as he did, trying to pull away did nothing but make him pull her closer. So, she wiggled and squirmed till her head was under his arm and with one last move she was out of his grasp and off the bed, which turned into dry heaving on the floor because that was too much movement too soon. And that's when she noticed that all she had on was his t-shirt, a blue shirt that fell to mid thigh.

Breathing in deep as she tried to stave off a panic attack, her chest moved in and out in a quick tempo she could feel her body ache. The rustling of sheets and covers cut off the quiet stillness of the room, besides her own labored breathing.

Not a minute later, the man was looking down at where she was sitting on the floor, a questioning gaze. He didn't look embarrassed, she guessed that was good because her face turned a bright red at him finding her on the floor, her first drunken escapade and apparently the morning after her wedding, not one-night stand, but wedding. Either choice would have been a first, but it had to be marriage that brought them together.

"Hi," her voice was loud in her own ears, but the man seemed to not even hear her, the way his eyebrows knitted together. She started again, "Hi."

With that he spoke his first words, "You ready to go again?"

At those words, despite the pounding headache and nauseas feeling from lack of water and too much alcohol, she was on the other side of the room putting a desk chair between them, she was not wasted anymore, and the idea was horrible, "No thanks. Last night was a mistake."

"Not from where I'm laying," a sheet now the only thing he had covering him as he lay in the bed, head propped up by his arm. She could see the bulge between his legs and quickly focused on his face, where a smirk grew until it was fully planted on his lips at the fact that she had glanced down.

Red seeped up her neck and dusted her cheeks, coughing in embarrassment before she spoke up, "The marriage, we need it annulled, like yesterday." He looked surprised and she was sure that was the same face she made when she figured it out no more than five minutes before.

That got him to sit up fully, "What marriage?"

Letting the ring do the talking she lifted her hand and with that he looked down at his own finger, a simple silver ring adorning it.

"I'll have my lawyer deal with it."

"Or we could go down to city hall right now," she countered she wasn't about to waste anymore time.

"It's closed it's Memorial Day weekend."

"Oh. Yeah, um how about we meet there on Tuesday when it opens again and we'll get an annulment," she spoke, looking around the room now for clothes that she had worn the day before to do the walk of shame that she knew would never be let down, her mother would be so proud.

The man nodded, "How about a goodbye round?"

"Bad idea. Lets part ways till Tuesday at the courthouse, say ten in the morning."

"You can't go yet?" he objected.

"Why not?"

"I don't even know your name," he explained.

"Cordy Jameson. Yours?"

"Jax Teller."