A/N: Evening everyone! Worked this one out pretty quickly, and I think it's alright. Not my best, but not the worst.

I got to draw on some of my own experiences as a member of the navy for this, so that was kinda neat. But, because Tirpitz is an OC (for now until Kancolle releases her) I've got a summery of what the girl looks like.

Tirpitz has pale skin with dark brown hair and dark black eyes. She wears a dark blue Kriegsmarine naval uniform shirt and a white and black skirt with an Iron cross stitched to the side. On her her head is a white naval cap with insignia.
Personalities: Tirpitz is outgoing with other shipgirls including her sistership Bismarck as well as Prinz Eugen. She loves to go to the bar to drink a lot. She's a bit of a lush.

Now that this chapter is complete, I'll probably not post another before I go back sailing. Just so you all know, the next chapter will be Admiral x Yura.

Please enjoy!

What Happens in Vegas...

"I cannot believe I agreed to go on a vacation with you people, to Las Vegas of all places!" Admiral Dixon groused, crossing his arms as they disembarked the private jet.

"Come on Admiral, what's wrong? Everyone is having their own celebrations because of the victory we just won. This is ours!" Bismarck smiled, leading the way through the airport to find the luggage carousal.

"A vacation is somewhere sunny and tropical, with nowhere to go and plenty of drinks with little umbrellas in them." he grumbled as they stood on a moving sidewalk "Las Vegas is none of those things. It's bustling, humid, and a sure-fire way to lose money."

He was annoyed because the older German ships (Bismarck, Tirpitz, Prinz and Graf Zeppelin) had decided unanimously that they wanted to go to Las Vegas.

As the only personnel leaving the country, the order came from above that he was to accompany them, when all he wanted to do was take a tour of Japan on his motorcycle.

He had already had most of the trip planned out when he was graciously informed that he would be tasked to go with them.

Needless to say, he was not pleased.

A knowing smirk passed between the four ships, as they'd show the Admiral the best possible time they could while in Sin City.

"You guys rented the friggen penthouse in Caesars Palace for a week?! Are you kidding me right now?!" Andrew all but shouted in the elevator of the luxurious hotel as they rode up to the top floor.

After taking a stretch limousine from the airport (in which Tirpitz immediately stood out of the sun roof, arms up, while going down the Las Vegas Strip) they had pulled up in front of the well-known hotel/casino and got out, wheeling their suitcases inside.

Of course, one gentleman in the company of four drop dead stunning women was bound to turn a few heads, but he still didn't like how the concierge was leering at him.

"Of course Admiral." Graf replied, smiling lightly as they continued the ascent "As we were backpaid to our dates of commissioning, or in my case, being launched, we have a healthy amount of funds. We all chipped in a little bit and got the penthouse, along with a small amount of spending cash."

Almost afraid to ask this, he did anyways "And what would you classify as a 'small amount?'"

"Only ten thousand dollars American." Tirpitz shrugged, as if the number meant nothing.

"TEN THOUSAND BUCKS! That's like a month and a half of my salary! And she waves it off like it's nothing!" he sweatdropped, keeping a grimace on his face as the elevator finally pinged, letting them off.

The quintet made their way to the lone door on that floor, swiping one of the five cards they were given and entering the four-digit passcode before the lock blinked green and clicked, signifying that they were allowed to enter.

"Holy…" Prinz trailed off, eyes wide and mouth hanging open slightly at the sight before them.

"You said it." Bismarck whispered, bringing up the rear and closing the door behind them.

The penthouse, was a damn palace!

High ceilings, massive rooms, and marble statues were all commonplace as the five of them started to explore the place.

Five bedrooms, four bathrooms, a full kitchen, living room complete with massive television and stone fireplace, and a huge balcony were just a few of the amenities that were inside the massive hotel 'room' that they had rented for the week.

"This place is a little…ostentatious, don't you think Graf?" Andrew asked the carrier, who was sitting on the couch as he came out of the kitchen with an apple in hand.

She smirked at him, leaning back and crossing one leg over the other and folding her hands behind her head.

"Normally Admiral, I'd agree with you. However, we are on vacation, and nothing is too good for the girls of the Kreigsmarine, and their Admiral, of course."

Rolling his eyes at the fact that the most level-headed girl of the group was apparently corrupted by the freedom and lackadaisicalness that this entire adventure could bring, he merely sat down on one of the stools by the counter and continued to eat his apple.

"Come on let's go!" Bismarck called from the entryway, walking in and clapping as she tried to round everyone up "We're gonna miss the start of the show if we don't hurry, oh and Admiral, you had best change. You're coming too."

"What?!" he shouted, displeased that such a thing had been sprung on him, and while he was prepared for any state of dress required, it didn't mean that he wanted to go and put on a suit at a moments notice.

After more gentle prodding from Bismarck and Graf, Andrew now stood in front of the mirror in his room, doing up the buttons on the navy-blue vest he had on overtop his light blue shirt.

Forgoing his usual fallback of the standard necktie, he pulled out a bowtie and flipped up his collar, his fingers deftly tying the fabric into the standard knot.

Grabbing the jacket, he put it on and gave a final inspection of himself, he grabbed his trilby hat, placing it on his head, he gave a nod to his appearance, and with a heavy sigh he pulled the door open to go and meet the girls he would be spending the evening with.

Standing in the elevator down to the lobby and walking to the theater where the show was taking place (the girls wouldn't tell him anything) was an…awkward affair to say the least.

Four stylishly dressed ladies and one well dressed gentleman, with two of them on the arms of him (namely Tirpitz and Prinz) garnered quite a few looks from members of the staff and from other vacationers.

Rolling his eyes at their antics, they entered the theater and found seats about three rows back from the front, in the center section.

Though they still wouldn't tell him what was going on.

So, imagine his surprise when comedian Jeff Dunham stepped out on the stage amid a cacophony of cheers and shouts.

Needless to say, seeing one of his favorite stand up comedians on stage in person was enough to have a huge smile break out onto his face, much to the amusement of his compatriots.

The night was one of humor and jocularity for everyone in the audience, and Andrew managed to even get an autograph after someone had recognized him and he was called on stage, though he forced the girls with him up too so they could share in the embarrassment.

And get a group selfie of course.

Walking back into their penthouse with a yawn, all the jet lag catching up with him, Andrew was ready to fall asleep on his feet, holding the door open for Tirpitz, Bismarck, Prinz, and Graf, all of them removing their heels as soon as they entered with various exclamations of relief.

Settling down in front of the television for a bit, Andrew flipped on the news, Tirpitz curling up on the couch next to him, while Prinz and Bismarck disappeared to their rooms to go to sleep, and finally Graf stated she was going to make a cup of tea to help her sleep.

Putting his feet up on the plush ottoman, he watched to see if there was any information on the abyssal situation in the Atlantic, as the Pacific activity of their enemies had been in massive decline ever since the Midway Princess defected to their side two months ago.

Shipping was finally starting to be able to cross without interruption, though most still travelled in heavily escorted convoys.

I let a faint smile cross my face at the memory of the first solo merchant ship to arrive from San Francisco into Tokyo harbour. It was quite a celebration.

"Admiral? You alright?" Tirpitz questioned, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

"Yeah I'm good Tirpitz. Just remembering some of the past and all that." he mused, smiling lightly at the battleship before turning off the television with a yawn.

"Better head to bed. I dunno what you all have in store for tomorrow so I had best sleep and be ready for it."

"Um…Admiral?" Tirpitz called, just before he was out of range.

Pausing with a "Hmmm?" to show he was listening, Tirpitz took a few steps towards him.

"Would you like to go out to dinner tomorrow night with me?" she questioned after a few seconds, looking down and letting her teeth worry her bottom lip as well as twiddling her fingers a little.

Shrugging off the odd way she was acting and chalking it up to their tiredness catching up with them, he thought little of her mannerisms.

"Sure. I think that would be lovely." Andrew grinned, before turning around and saying "Night!"

If he had been looking at her, he would've noticed the expression of unbridled joy blossom on her face as she let out a quiet squee! at what had occurred.

The Admiral had agreed to go on a date! It was the perfect moment in her life!

"So, you finally asked him eh?" Graf questioned lazily from her position leaning on the doorjamb to the kitchen.

"And he said yes! I'm so happy!" Tirpitz gushed, rushing over to Graf with a wide smile on her face "Oh I need to find something to wear for tomorrow! I need to go!"

With that, the excited battleship all but skipped to her room, her thoughts filled with the possibilities that tomorrow evening would bring.

The Next Evening

"Well this is a lovely restaurant." Andrew stated, somewhat relieved that Tirpitz was not in her Kreigsmarine uniform.

Cause a girl wearing iron crosses on her shoulders, with an eagle clutching a swastika on her cap would go over so well.

That, was sarcasm.

Instead, she was wearing a flattering blue blouse with a pair of form fitting black jeans and black heeled boots.

Andrew, as he had been told that it was not a formal event, had adopted a red polo with khakis and brown dress shoes.

The pair were sitting in a Thai restaurant, a bottle of red wine already split between the two, and the night starting off on a very promising note.

"Thanks." the battleship mumbled, blushing lightly and taking a sip of her wine "It took a little bit of looking to find this place, and the reviews were pretty good."

Their light conversation continued through the meal, with each other learning more about who the person they were sitting with was, what their likes and dislikes were and more.

With the meals done, they decided to walk back to their hotel, hand in hand through the warm, humid evening air.

Muted, thumping music assaulted their ears as they rounded a corner, Tirpitz's eyes lighting up when she saw the bright neon sign labelled "Intrigue Nightclub.'

Pulling her companions hand lightly, she signalled that she wanted to go in, and Andrew couldn't help but smile lightly and nod.

Walking past the line, and taking in the gripes of anger from the patrons who had no doubt been waiting for at least an hour, the pair made their way to the front of the velvet rope, and the bouncer that was keeping the peace.

"Sorry pal, can't let you and your girl in. Best get in line like the rest of the people." he stated, his nametag reading Tyler.

However, luck was on their side, as the door opened and a man in a dark suit with slicked back hair came out, his eyes widening slightly when he observed who was talking with his employee.

"Good evening. I'm Raymond Donev, the owner of this establishment. Is there anything I can help you two with tonight?" he questioned, his voice smooth and friendly.

"Uh well…we were kind of hoping that we would be able to get in the club. But it's fine since I guess we're not on the list." Andrew shrugged, making a move to turn away and continue walking back to the hotel when gentle tutting stopped him.

"Come now, what kind of proprietor would I be, if I didn't let Vice Admiral Andrew Dixon of the World Kanmusu Forces enter my business, along with his striking companion of course." Raymond mused, looking at the surprised looks of his staff and patrons who were in line, before turning to them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this man is responsible for pushing the abyssal threat back, and opening our lines of communication and transportation all over the world. Do you think he should be allowed to enter?"

A loud cheer went up from the crowd, and the bouncer shrugged, but opened the rope and allowed them to enter.

Andrew knew that Americans loved servicemembers, but he didn't think it would go this far.

"Who is your companion for the night Admiral?" Raymond asked, holding the door open, and allowing the pounding beat of the music to assault their ears fully.

"I'm Tirpitz! Second ship of the Bismarck class!" she stated proudly, giving off a jaunty two finger salute.

"Well then, tonight, you two are my guests here. All your drinks will be on the house, just flash this card. That will also get you into the VIP area for the night. Please, enjoy yourselves, and thank you for your sacrifice. That goes double for you Ms. Tirpitz!"

With that, Raymond disappeared into the crowd, leaving the pair standing stunned and looking at the gold-plated card that he had given them.

"Buy you a drink?" Andrew grinned, holding up the card and leading her to the bar.

However, that was the first step, down a dark hole.

The Next Morning

"Oh…good lord…my head." Andrew groaned, not even opening his eyes but feeling the headache pound behind them in his brain.

His mouth felt like a sandpaper convention was going on inside and he reached for the bottle of water that he knew was on his nightstand.

Opening it, he sucked back the contents, before getting up and tottering to the adjoining bathroom and reliving himself.

Deciding against a shower, and all for getting back in bed to sleep off the hangover that had taken residence, he ambled back to the bed and collapsed on top of it, pulling the duvet overtop of him.

All he remembered from the previous night was flashes.

Drinking with Tirpitz.

Rubbing elbows in the VIP area with celebrities.

Getting in the DJ booth and playing some kick ass songs for the patrons.

And then dancing with Tirpitz in some very…suggestive poses.

That was it. Everything else was black from there on.

They must have drunk more than they wanted to that night.

Just goes to show, don't let a German with a drinking problem, and a heavily stressed Canadian naval officer drink together. EVER.

"Mmmm."

"Wait…that wasn't me…" he thought, the haze in his mind backing off slightly as he tried to make sense of the sound.

Exploring with his leg, his foot found something smooth, but firm quite close to him.

"This is…it feels like another leg…." Andrew thought, quiet for a moment before he shot up, his eyes wide open and pulling the covers off the bed.

It was indeed a leg.

And that leg was connected to a beautiful young battleship, who was also sharing his bed.

She began shivering, but he was certain it wasn't her state of dress that was causing it, considering she was only wearing one of his white button up shirts.

"Oh man I'm so screwed! SO SCREWED!" he mentally shouted, biting down on his fist to hold in several expletives that wanted to make themselves known to the outside world.

"Admiral~? Ow…my head." Tirpitz mumbled, bringing a hand to her forehead as she sat up, wincing as she looked at him with barely open eyes.

He had at least had the forethought to put on a pair of shorts before he went to bed the night (or was it morning when they finally left the club?) so he was covered on the bottom. He didn't really care about the top.

"We drank a lot, eh Tirpitz? That'll teach them to comp our drinks for the night." he chuckled, rummaging around in the bedside table for some Advil.

"I don't remember anything after you started dancing on the stage in front of everyone. It's all just a blur." she mumbled, sitting up and pulling her knees to her chest. "And before you get too worried, we didn't sleep together. Merely in the same bed."

"That's a relief. Don't need to worry about that." he thought, before a piece of paper on the floor caught his eye.

He was certain it wasn't there the previous night when they departed. It was probably just a note from one of the girls telling him that they went out on their own somewhere.

Picking it up, he began reading over it when the colour drained from his face, and an utterly terrified expression made itself known.

His hands shaking, he managed to mumble "M….Ma…Mmmmaaaaaa…mmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaa.."

"Admiral? What's wrong? You gonna throw up?" Tirpitz asked, coming up behind him and looking over his shoulder.

Not even a moment later, his knees gave out and he dropped to the floor.

Tirpitz wasn't even ten seconds behind him as she collapsed, her breathing ragged as she tried to make sense of the paper in between them.

Both of them, lifting their left hands, shaking like they were in the arctic circle in their current attire looked in slight horror at what was adorning their finger, that was most certainly not there the previous night.

Golden wedding bands, a matching set were on their ring fingers.

"This can't be real." both of them muttered at the same time, scrabbling for the piece of paper and looking at it.

"Certifies that Justice Bill Russel on the 5th of August at the Graceland Cathedral joined Vice Admiral Andrew Dixon of Toronto, Canada, and Battleship Tirpitz of Wilhelmshaven, Germany were joined in matrimony."

The signatures below were undoubtedly theirs.

Standing up, Andrew did suddenly feel the need to throw up, and rushed to the bathroom to expel the horrors inside him.

Flushing the toilet, he looked over and his eyes comically widened.

"Hey Honey?" he called, the pleasantry feeling unfamiliar in his mouth "Did we rob a bank last night?"

"Not that I know of…but we might have…Why…?" she trailed off, walking into the bathroom and seeing what he was pointing at.

In the bathtub, was an inordinate amount of money.

"Okay, if the cops aren't looking for us, we have a lot of detective work to do, starting with what the hell happened last night." Tirpitz stated as they walked out of the bathroom and sat on the bed.

"I couldn't agree more." Andrew muttered, resting his head in his hands.

Well, you know you old saying about Las Vegas…

Fin