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"Wait…" Cindy interrupted Jimmy's story, "I lost my fake ID, right? But you lost the motel key…"

"Good, you remember something, but actually you threw my motel key into the fountain at the Bellagio, along with my cell phone and half the contents of your purse. I still can't fathom as to why you did it though."

"It's your fault for asking me to hold onto your stuff," she smirked.

Cindy chuckled, and then held her head. Groaning as the motion of her laughter caused her head to hurt again. Jimmy's expression shifted from mildly annoyed to concern seeing the pain flash in her eyes.

"Hey," he said softly, "You ok?"

Once again the splitting headache kept her from coming up with a clever retaliation. Instead she shook her head slowly, trying to keep her brain from rattling around further. Her migraine didn't restrain her brief scathing scowl however. Cindy placed her fingertips to her temples and began massaging them, hoping to bring some relief to her thunderous head. She inhaled and exhaled loudly and closed her eyes.

"I think I have something for that," Jimmy informed her, leaning over the side of the bed to reach for his pants.

He pulled out a blue package from one of the pockets and threw back the sheet. He stood; unveiling the red boxers he spent the night in. Jimmy crossed the room, picked up a cup by the sink, and filled it with water. Tearing open the packet, he dropped two large white tablets into the cup. They fizzed upon contacting the water and quickly sank to the bottom of the glass, creating an opaque bubbling concoction. Satisfied that the tablets had completely dissolved into the tap water, Jimmy returned to Cindy's side. Nudging her hand with the cold glass, he waited patiently for her to look at him. He smiled weakly when she glanced at the cup.

"Great. Another Neutron hangover cure?" she groaned. "What's this one gonna do to me, Jimmy? Turn me orange? Give me a beard?"

"Relax, it's only Alka-Seltzer. I bought it on the way in at the hotel's gift shop last night. I figured you'd be needing it come morning."

"Oh," she commented lamely. "That was thoughtful of you."

Taking the cup from his hand, she finally grasped what he was wearing. She had known that he wasn't wearing a shirt; that he hadn't been wearing one since they started this awkward conversation, but the realization finally seemed to dawn on her, seeing him standing there in only his underwear. Cindy's eyes unabashedly raked up and down his body, taking in and marveling over the flat planes of his chest and abs; the five o'clock shadow that grew in over night; and again the smudges of lipstick that she now knew for sure were hers.

'When did Nerdtron get those muscles?' she wondered. 'Working in the lab?'

"You know, Cin, a hangover cure only works if you drink it," Jimmy snickered, knowing he caught her checking him out.

Averting her gaze, she blushed and pressed the cup to her lips, taking a long draught to try to finish it in one gulp. The light glinted off something on her left hand then and caught her eye. Cindy nearly dropped the cup when she realized a familiar ring lay on the fourth finger of her left hand. How she missed seeing it up until this point was beyond her. She sputtered and almost spit the liquid from her mouth.

Choking on the last of her remedy, she cried, "Why… why am I… Why am I wearing your… class ring?"

Jimmy's face exploded in scarlet embarrassment as he blushed. While he avoided meeting her eyes, he sank back down on the other side of the bed, praying that she'd hear him out before she freaked.

Cindy coughed again and then asked fearfully, "Did… did we… get…" but the word 'married' refused to issue forth from her lips.

"Did we get hitched last night?" he completed her thought.

She nodded, slowly, so as to not jar her aching head. There was a long pause in which Cindy carefully considered murdering the famous genius, but the idea of spending the rest of her life behind bars deterred her.

"I may as well tell you. I'm dead anyway," Jimmy sighed, resigned. "After we got kicked out of the club and you tossed my phone and keys in the fountain…"


Giggling, Cindy stumbled down the sidewalk, headed for who knows where. Jimmy grumbled under his breath and chased after her, long legs carrying him towards her faster than her drunken weaving could take her.

"Cindy!" he called, attempting to get her attention.

She spun around and promptly lost her balance, falling flat on her backside. She laughed harder now, beaming up at him as he closed in on her.

"Whoops," she tittered.

Jimmy hauled her to her feet and sighed. "Cin." He shook his head. "Do you even know where you're going?"

"Did you see that bouncer?" she asked, completely unaware he had asked a question. "Ho boy, Jimmy was he hot. Hey he kinda looked like Nick Dean. Ya 'member him Jim? Do ya? Super hottie with a naughty body. Yeah, that guy was hot."

Jimmy placed his forehead in one hand for a second and muttered a low oath. "Why don't you just marry Nick Dean already?"

"Nuh uh," Cindy shook her head vigorously, making herself even dizzier than before. "He was a jerk. A… How didja put it? A heartless knuckle… knuckle dragon… no dragging knave." She giggled again, remembering something else. "I heard he works at a gas station now. He's prolly Quinlin's baby-daddy too."

Jimmy was a little shocked to hear Cindy's verbal assault on the guy he had always been slightly envious of in high school, but if Jimmy thought he was startled at Cindy's mini-tirade about Nick, the next words to come out of her mouth were a brain defibrillation.

"You know who I wanna marry though?" asked Cindy, edging herself closer to Jimmy in what would have been an obviously sexual manner that should have sent off warning signals in Jimmy's head if he too hadn't consumed so much of the intoxicating liquid. She didn't wait for an answer though. Instead she reached with one finger and placed it on his lips and said, "You."

"You don't mean that," he shook his head, flabbergasted.

"I do! Since we were… Ummm… 'leven… I'm in love with ya. I always wanted to tell ya… and now I did. I love you."

"I love you too," Jimmy responded and automatically leaned down to kiss her, as if it was the most natural thing for the two of them to declare their love for each other and make out on the side of the road in an unfamiliar city.

The kiss was short and sweet and tasted of Cindy's new lip-gloss, slightly tinged with the hint of tequila. Cindy gave a half giggle as the two of them separated and then stopped. Her eyes grew wide, as though what was left of her functional brain had realized what they just said. Jimmy's face mirrored hers.

"Wait!" she yelped. "You don't really mean that!"

"No I do! I do!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah then prove it…" she challenged, poking him in the chest with a stiff finger.

"How?"

"Marry me!"

"Cin! I can't," he protested, knowing that if he went through with her cockamamie dare she wouldn't let him live without dire consequences.

"See you don't love me!" she cried, turning her back on him and throwing her hands in the air. "You're lying!"

"No! I do love you. It's just that we… I… you… we… can't!"

"Who says? We're in Vegas. We're both adults an' no one can tell me what to do." She spun, planted a fist on one hip, and repetitively jabbed at him with her index finger with the opposite hand. "Remember what you told me? Shut up. And put your money, where your mouth is."

She placed so much force into the final blow that Jimmy staggered back. "But Cin, I didn't mean it like that."

"Sure ya did Jim," she waved a hand in the air. "Let's go! I know where we can find a chapel!"

"How?"

"Lib-Libby-Libs and I looked it up, case she and Sheeny-boy decided to get hitched ahead of schedule. There should be a twenty-three, no twenty-two… How many hours are in a day again?" Jimmy opened his mouth to answer, but giggling again, Cindy cut him off. "Never mind, there's one open all day like… um… ten thousand blocks that way!"

She waved her open palm toward one end of the road before them.

"In that case," he chuckled at her over exaggeration. "We should probably get a cab."

"No. No, no, no. We can walk," she snaked an arm around his waist, leaning into his body, until he supported nearly all her weight once more.

"Cin, we can't," Jimmy asserted again.

""You're so cute when you argue like that. Let's walk, Mister Brainiac," she nudged him down the sidewalk

"Cin, we need a taxi 'cause you're drunk…" he patted his pockets in a mocking gesture. "And I'm broke."

His arguments and demands for a cab went unheeded until she stumbled yet again over the smooth walkway. She nodded, finally conceding.

"Hey Jimmy!" Cindy called, a little too loudly.

"Yeah?" he glanced down at her.

"You're right… You should never drink and derive,"

"Oh wondrous day! Present Vortex with liquor and she becomes a comedian. Should have known that deep down you had a sense of humor in there." He tapped her head lightly with his index finger and the two giggled like mad.

Jimmy hailed a cab and helped the poor girl inside, shielding her head with his hand and taking in a series of bruises across his knuckles when it connected with the top of the door.


Soon they arrived at the chapel. Cindy's slurred directions to the cab driver made it plainly obvious that he made this journey quite often. Bright neon lights proudly announced the building as one of the "oldest in Vegas", though the owners were loath to admit, it was only the cement foundation that actually earned the title. The quaint exterior seemed to be ripped from the stereotypical 50's concept of a chapel. A white picket fence even surrounded the fake dollar store floral arrangements that were designed to look like flowerbeds. The cabbie, who had up until this time remained silent, turned and read them their fare. Jimmy reached into his empty pocket to retrieve his wallet. He growled when he found nothing but pocket lint and remembered that Cindy threw it into the fountain.

"Cin, please tell me you have some cash," he demanded of her.

"Course," she giggled and reached into her shirt.

Jimmy ogled her as she pulled out a wad of bills from her bra, "Wha…"

"Girl's gotta keep her cash somewhere," she giggled.

He blinked several times and then shifted in his seat to exit the vehicle. Emerging from the car, Cindy linked her arm through his and skipped clumsily towards the door, humming something that sounded strikingly similar to "We're Off To See The Wizard". As the two entered the building somehow the garish florescent lights of the lobby reawakened Jimmy's reservations.

"Cindy we shouldn't be doing this," he protested, stopping just inside the doorway.

Jimmy disentangled himself from Cindy's grasp and held her arms firmly down at her sides so that she wouldn't attempt to assault Jimmy again. Cindy shook his hands from her wrists and stepped closer. The tips of her black heels smashed down onto his left foot and he winced.

"Jim-Jimmy-James-Nerdtron, just… just... Shhhhh! Shh!" she muttered. Waving a hand in the air, she smacked her palm into the side of his face gently and dragged it down to his chest. He flinched the first time, but as the series continued, he just patiently waited for whatever she was going to say next. "Shud up… and put… your money where your mouse…" giggle "mouth is."

"Cindy, I'm out of money, remember?"

"No, no," she shook her head and smiled at him like he just told her a funny joke. "No you're not. You're a genie… genius… 'member? You gots lots a money. Ya know out there." She waved a hand to indicate the world at large. "From inventin' stuff that blows up."

"I don't though," he tried to argue with the intoxicated blonde. "I spent all my cash on drinks."

"Oh yeah. I could really use another drink right now," she spun around the foyer of the chapel, arms spread wide. "Where's a waiter when you need one?"

"We're not in the club anymore," Jimmy reminded her.

"Oooooooh…" she said, and after a minutes pause she looked at him with big doe eyes. "Where are we?"

"We're at the chapel," Jimmy's eyes widened, slightly skeptically, as he explained their location. "Do you remember?"

"Really!?" she asked excitedly. "Who's getting married?"

"Well you wanted it to be you and me, but now I don't…"

"Aww Jimmy. I thought you'd never ask," she brushed up against his side.

"I didn't. You're the one who insisted."

She nodded at his statement and giggled, "K... What are we waiting for?"

"Someone dressed up like Elvis," he jested, mocking the clichéd Vegas tradition, but his sarcasm was apparently lost on Cindy.

"Really?" she gasped.

Just then a blonde approached the two. Hair in a tight bun and dressed primly in a tailored suit, she appeared more apt to hand them a packet of airplane peanuts than she cohered to the Vegas norm. She greeted them with a bright smile and introduced herself. Her name was quickly forgotten however when Cindy piped up again asking Jimmy if Elvis could really be their officiant.

"You know, sir, we do have the Hunk-a Hunk-a Burning Love Package if you and your lovely..." she left a gap in which Cindy quickly filled.

"Nemesis!" she cried, throwing her hands up in the air.

Jimmy cringed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he waited for the receptionist's reaction. However the woman merely smiled at the two and winked coyly at Cindy. She proceeded to outline the package's contents, including a certified Elvis impersonator. Cindy turned to Jimmy and began tugging on his arm, until Jimmy wondered if it were quite possible for her to completely dismember him in her excitement.

"Jimmy we have to!" Cindy exclaimed. "Elvis!!"

"I'm still not sure we should be…"

"No. We are. We're getting married tonight. That's the one I want. Jimmy, come on! Come on, Jimmy! Come on! I love you." She looked at him as though her last sentence would quickly solve any hesitation left in Jimmy's mind. "I loooove you. I love yoooou. I. Love. You."

Jimmy, drunk on the physical and verbal expressions of her affection, laced with the heady feeling of relief from the positive outcome of his divulgence, (and the alcohol,) discovered himself agreeing and soon stood at an alter, staring at Cindy as she stumbled down the aisle. A glazed smile was plastered across her face. Someone had found the girl a clip-on veil, which had already been knocked askew. Tripping up the last step, she wrapped an arm around Jimmy's neck and pulled him down until he stooped next to her. The necessity of the receptionist's restrictive hairstyle then became apparent, when the two young adults turned to face the officiant. There, before them, stood the receptionist in a full white leisure suit, complete with a bedazzled cape fastened about her neck. Businesslike manner cast aside with her attire, the woman curled her lip and in a low drawl began the ceremony. Hastily garbled vows and another passionate, albeit roaringly drunk kiss later, the two found themselves man and wife.