"Dear god." Mara whispered in awe at the breathtaking view. "I've never been anywhere so beautiful."

The Alizé restaurant was absolutely gorgeous. They were up on the fifty-sixth floor, and the glittering lights of the Vegas Strip were like glittering stars beneath them, in an astonishing view that stretched for miles. Now that they were rich, they could afford such a lovely getaway.

"It's nowhere near as pretty as you." Leliana teased.

"Oh, stop it." Mara blushed, kissing her girlfriend on the cheek. "It's nowhere as pretty as you either."

The maître d'hôtel came and showed them to their seats, which Mara had paid extra to get a window seat. Nothing was too good for her Leliana.

"So, I know nothing of French food." Mara admitted as they sat down. "So I'm going to need your help ordering."

Leliana giggled. "But of course, mon ange. Gourmet food is a passion of mine after all."

With Leliana's help, Mara picked out the Coquille St. Jacques for their dinner, and Mocha Pots de Crème for their dessert.

"Well, while we wait," Leliana said. "What do you think we should do with our newfound money?"

Mara giggled. "Our money?" She teased. "My goodness Leliana, I can't believe you would use me like this."

Leliana scoffed in an offended gasp. "How dare you accuse a lady of such a thing?" She lifted her nose up and put the back of her wrist on her forehead in false offence. "I was merely asking a question."

Mara laughed. "Oh, don't look so wounded." She smiled at Leliana, who dropped her façade with a girlish giggle. "I don't know. I've never had so much money in my entire life. Is there anything you want to do with it?"

She shook her head. "No. I've never had so much to my name either. We could buy, or do, anything we want."

"Is there anything you've ever dreamed of doing?" Mara asked, meeting her lover's eyes in a loving stare.

"Hmm." Leliana thought, pondering. "Well, I have always wanted to have a beautiful British lover, with sparkling midnight blue eyes, and raven-black hair that streams past her shoulders, with a petite stature and the most adorable little doe nose..."

Mara shook her head again with a wild smile dancing across her mouth. "Oh, stop it, you little flirt." She chastised with a snicker. "Besides, you can find that on any street corner. Now a sexy French girl with flaming red hair, and the single greatest personality in the world? Now that's something that money can't buy."

Before they could continue their little romantic bubble, the waiter came with their food.

And Leliana had exquisite taste.

The dinner was absolutely fabulous, making Mara's mouth water the instant it arrived, and it was easily the best thing she had ever eaten, and she was in an ecstasy the whole time.

"I'll never understand how you can eat so much." Leliana giggled.

"With food this amazing?" Mara enthused. "My dear, I could eat this every moment for the rest of my life and never tire of it."

And watching Leliana eat only added to it. She had just an elegant way of eating, slowly cutting small squares out of the creamy scallop, and gingerly bringing it to her lips and slowly chewing with a smile.

"Oh my god." Mara gushed with a full belly and heart once she had finished her meal. "That was so amazing."

Leliana giggled. "I'm so very glad. I will have to take you to more fancy places like this in the future." She blew a kiss to her lover, making the other woman laugh. "What drink are you ordering?"

Mara shook her head. "Oh no. I'm not a drinker."

Leliana tsked. "Well, that can't stand. You can't just go to a fancy restaurant like this and not order a drink. It's just improper."

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Mara smiled.

"Maaaybe." Leliana winked. "Tell you what: You order whatever you want..." She leaned in, and lifted Mara's chin with two fingers, stealing her lover's breath. "And maybe I'll share."

Mara's mouth was suddenly dry, and her heart thundered in her chest. She signalled for their waiter, and smiled. "Hello, I would like to order the..." She glanced at her menu, knowing that it didn't matter what she ordered. "Chartreuse, please." He nodded, and went to go and get it for her.

"Chartreuse?!" Leliana asked in disbelief. "Mon Ange, that's a hard liqueur! It has a fifty-five percent Alcohol by volume!"

"Erm..." Mara trailed off without understanding, blinking vacantly.

Leliana shook her head. "My love, that has more alcohol in it than Vodka."

Mara swallowed hard. "I... wow." It was too late to reorder now. "Well... if you wanted to get me drunk... well, it looks like you just might get your wish."

The waiter brought their drink, and poured it into two glasses for them, leaving the bottle at the table. Each woman took one in their hands.

"A toast." Mara proposed, holding her glass high. "To us, and to our love."

"It's a good life we live." Leliana smiled, raising her glass. "May it never change."

"And may it never change us."

The Next Morning...

"Ohhhh my godddddd..." Mara groaned slowly as she woke up, hammers pounding in her head, the pain so great that she could feel the veins in the temple of her head rumbling. Everything after their dinner was an absolute blur...

She seemed to remember something about going to a dance club, with lights that were blinding even in memory, and then off to some white place... and then... darkness.

She was arse naked, with her feisty little French lover cuddled into her side, stark naked. Well, at least she knew who she had slept with. She gently rolled Leliana back onto her side, and sat up, rubbing her eyes.

They were in their hotel room again, laying on their heart-shaped bed with their clothes were strewn about the room. Her head was pounding so badly that she thought her head might split open at any moment, and Athena would come jumping out.

Leliana stirred, and opened her eyes with a smile. "Mmm." She murmured. "Good morning." Even her lover's gentle accent echoed in her head like a drum. Leliana tried to sit up, and felt a resistance. "Er... um, Mara?"

"Hm?"

"I'm tied to the bed."

"Oh." She said simply, and went over, untying the rope that bound her lover's hand to the bedframe. "Well, good morning, I suppose." Her own words hurt, each letter vibrating and crawling in her skull. Mara rested her head in her hands, groaning gently. "Oh god... I must have gotten so drunk..."

Leliana nodded, her own hangover biting hard. "What happened last night?"

Mara shook her head. "I have no idea." She coughed hard, her mouth tasting vaguely of vomit.

And then she froze.

On her hand was a golden ring.

"Oh no." She whispered. She turned frantically to Leliana. "Darling, check your ring finger for me."

Leliana quirked an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Just do it please."

She lifted her hand, and froze as well. She had a ring on her finger too.

"Oh shite." Mara summed up.

"D-d-did we get married last night?!" Leliana exclaimed.

Mara shook her head. "I don't know." She laid her head in her hands. "Shite, shite, shite."

Leliana scooted up by Mara, and threw an arm around her lover, and possibly wife. "Let's just hope we got married to each other, and not someone else."

She nodded emphatically. "Is marriage between two women even legal in the U.S?"

Leliana nodded. "It was just legalized a few weeks ago."

"Oh no..." Mara shook her head. "Oh man, we are in so much trouble."

Mara blinked the haze out of her eyes, shaking herself fully awake. "Well," She said slowly, unsure of what they should do next. "Let's get dressed, and see if we can find anything to tell us what we did last night." She stood, and rummaged around for her pants.

As she was looking, she stumbled across a bar cart in the corner. On it was a white cake, half-eaten, a smattering of ten or so Chartreuse bottles, a letter clearly marked 'Bill' and a DVD case with an insert that had a heart on it, and read 'Precious Memories'

"Oh god." Mara picked up the case and turned it over, but the rest of the case was a blank white.

"What is it?" Leliana was looking at her, and Mara turned.

"I think I just found our wedding tape."