God if he screamed Vegas one more time Claire was going to kill him. She knew where his kill spot was and she wouldn't hesitate to end him. Oh, she'd bring him back, but he'd simply miss the pre-wedding partying. It would serve him right for acting like an immature frat boy on his first trip to Vegas. However, despite Gabriel's embarrassing over excitement, Claire couldn't wait for the night to begin.

"Are you two ready?" Peter appeared at the bathroom door.

"Almost," she said. "I just have to finish with Emma's make-up. It will only be another five minutes." He nodded in acknowledgement, exiting the room as quickly as he had appeared.

"What did she say?" Gabriel's muffled voice filtered in from the other room.

"They'll be out in five," Peter answered.

"Women."

"Tell me about it."

Claire rolled her eyes. After taking Emma out on the strip for a very expensive shopping spree, Claire had talked her into a makeover, which she reluctantly accepted. Claire had to drop Peter's name for her to finally agree. She wasn't the slightest bit ashamed by her actions; it would be worth it in the end. Dabbing lip gloss on the older blonde, she stood back to admire her handy work. Claire couldn't help but internally gloat at her success. Emma's questioning stare had Claire turning her to face the mirror. Emma gasped, touching her face in wonder.

"Thank you Claire. I look…"

"Stunning," she finished. "Wait until Peter sees you. He won't be able to keep his hands off you."Emma continued to blush as she was led to their awaiting dates. Peter looked up from his conversation with Gabriel to stare at Emma, his mouth left slightly ajar. "What do you think? Doesn't she look fucking gorgeous?" Peter could only nod in agreement. Gabriel nudged him, signaling that it was time to leave.

Claire took Gabriel's arm as they exited their suite, already bouncing in her step. "I don't know about you, but I fully intend to go on the Big Shot."

"Doesn't jumping off buildings take the excitement out of going on that ride?" Gabriel asked.

"Don't ask stupid questions," she tried to keep a straight face and remain somewhat intimidating, but one look at her lover had her all smiles once again. "Besides, this way I won't ruin my dress."

"That would be a shame," he looked her up and down.

"Shut it you two," Peter complained. "You're slowing us down."

Gabriel telekinetically slapped him the back of the head. "We're coming lover boy." Claire could see Peter resisting the urge to stick out his tongue, only to raise his middle finger and continue walking. Men, she thought.

Strapped tightly in her seat, Claire turned to the others; none seemed as thrilled as her. She broke out in giddy laughter as they began to rise higher into the air. She couldn't help admiring the Vegas lights, knowing they would be a blur during the descent. A thousand plus feet in the air, they stopped only to plummet back down. "Jesus, titty fucking Christ," Gabriel screamed out, his almost feminine yell overpowering Peter's equally girlish screams. They we obviously did not have as much experience with free falling as her.

"I think I saw my life flash before my eyes," Peter said as they came to a stop.

"I know dude I almost pissed myself."

"You both are a bunch of pussies," Claire exclaimed.

"That's my Claire, balls of steel."

"And don't you forget it," she leaned in for a quick kiss, which he eagerly returned.

Peter and Emma came up alongside them. Peter cleared his throat, but neither seemed to notice. "Save if for the honeymoon." The pair broke apart reluctantly.

"And why did we have to invite him again?" Gabriel asked Claire.

"Because we love him, and we want him at our wedding."

"Oh right. Well anyway, I'd say let's get fucked up, but it seems Claire and I are at a disadvantage."

"Sucks for you," Peter slapped him on the back teasingly and walked away, his most likely destination, to find a bar. Claire and Gabriel followed along.

The foursome soon found their way into the nearest casino. Claire and Emma situated themselves at the nearest black jack table, twenty thousand dollars worth of chips a piece, courtesy of Gabriel. Peter and Gabe were off at the craps table. Claire asked them to try and refrain from cheating, but the pair probably couldn't resist and judging by the crowd gathering around their table it seemed very likely.

Claire looked down at her cards once more. "Hit me." She let out a thrilled squeal as she realized she had blackjack. She eagerly pushed the pot towards her own neat stacks. Claire already had double, the amount she began with. Lady luck was shining good fortune on her tonight. Without warning Gabriel grabbed her arm, yanking her from the chair. "We gotta go."

"Can't you see I'm a little busy at the moment?"

"Now, the pit boss is coming."

"I told you not to fucking show off."

"Yeah, well, it's too late now."

"Where's Peter?" Emma anxiously asked, her head craning to see behind Gabriel. In answer Peter appeared, running by them in a full blown sprint, uniformed men following closely behind. They stood there for a second watching the almost comedic scene.

It was Gabriel who snapped out of it first. "That answers that question," he spotted more suits coming their way. "And now I suggest we do the same." He grabbed Claire's hand who in turn reached out for Emma's, following behind Peter. Gabriel sent chairs in front of their pursuers, few managing to avoid the debris flying at them.

Busting threw an emergency exit Gabe and Peter both took hold of their respective women and tore into the sky. Claire pouted in his arms, smacking his chest rather hard. "I was on a roll you bastard."

"And so was I, until they rudely accused me of cheating."

"Which you were," Claire threw back.

"Details, babe, details."

"You're such an ass."

"If I said Peter talked me into it would you forgive me?"

"Yeah, blame it on Saint Peter."

Gabe brought them down, but did not allow her to escape the confines on his embrace. "How about now, do you forgive me now?" He tilted his head towards the building they had landed in front of. Claire turned to see what he meant, tears running down her cheeks. He had brought them to a wedding chapel.

"I guess I kind of have to now." She let him lead her into the building, her mind in a state of disbelief that she was finally getting married to the man formerly known as Sylar.