The K.Lutz of Silver Lake

I've been married now for...

RUH-ELLY? How bad did you think it was gonna be, huh??

You better come home with flowers or its the doghouse for you!

I never thought it was going to be bad with you! You are my beautiful diamond?

Flowers?! Not ice cream or chocolate?! I can get those quick!

I've been married now for...

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That’s good to hear. I’m going to get married soon,so it’s encouraging.*laughs* What do you think it would be like?

What it would be like? I have a few helpful hints for ya bro!

Listen up! Never and I mean never eat her Oreos. This will end in an apocalypse sort of way. NEVER put the toilet seat down. Even if she tells you like a million times NEVER do it! Also NEVER admit to do anything. This one time I admitted to leaving the cap off the tooth paste and I am pretty sure that's why I'm on the couch! In seriousness, never go to bed angry. It never works out very well if you do.

I've been married now for...

like two months..I think? It's not as bad as I thought it would be.

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Waking Up In Vegas || Killa

Willa leaned into his chest, her arms circling his waist as he yelled after the old woman “Crankypants” she added just as the door swung shut and finally lifted them to their own floor. Finally finding the keycard in the mess that is her handbag, she holds it up proudly just as he smacks into the table. “Are you alright?” she she stops, giving him a pout while he catches up that slowly creeps into a mischievous grin as she waves the card at him “I could kiss it better” she offers, spinning back to head down the hall, pointing at each door while silently counting to herself until she finally finds their room.

She starts to slide the card in the scanner but then stops and pulls it back, spinning around to face him again “WAIT!” she insists, shaking her head and passing him the keycard “We gotta do this right” she wobbles a bit to get her arm up and around his shoulders, gesturing for him to pick her up “You gotta carry me - like they do in the movies” she beams a girlish grin at him, ignoring the curious glares of the bellboy carrying luggage for the couple in the next room.

He gave her a smirk. "See this is why you should clean that thing out." He teased with a bit of laughter. Right after he had yelled at the inanimate object, he turned back to her. "Yeah I'm fine. Just some table being an asssss." He slurred slightly. Watching her wave the card, he cheered. "You found it." He cocked a brow. "Oh really?" It wasn't such a bad thought at the moment. He stood there with a stupid grin on his face as he waited for her to find the room.

"What? Something wrong?" He questioned. Kellan took the key card and tilted his and looked confused. "Is this a chick flick?!" He buzzed out. With a small smile, he hunched over just a bit to pick her up. "On the count of 3..." He nodded. "Three!" He yelled and quickly had her up in his arms. Adjusting his arm with the key car in that hand, he moved slowly and carefully towards the scanner. "Aaaannd." He slid it and the light turned green. "Here we go." He kicked the door open and carried her across the threshold. "Is this your picture perfect moment?" He spun around almost hitting her head on the wall. "Barely missed ya!" He kicked the door closed. "Do you want down orr..." He asked trying to maintain his grip on the woman. His legs were already like Jello and this wouldn't end well.

Waking Up In Vegas || Killa

"Me either" she shook her head, laughing out loud at his more than friends comment "You better, you’re kinda stuck with me" she threatened, releasing her hold on him so she can back her way into the elevator, pulling him along with her. She’s a little disappointed when it’s already filled with people but she proudly holds up the bright green ring on her finger and happily announces to them all "We just got married." she beams, as if that is something new around these parts. She leans over to an elderly woman beside her who tries to smile warmly and offer congratulations "I’ve only known him like…" she looks up at Kellan "What, two weeks, babe?" she asks, returning to the senior "Yeah, about that. Crazy, right?" she slaps her hand in front of her mouth when she lets out another loud hiccup and buries her face against Kellan’s chest to giggle.

"Good luck to the both of you" she hears the old woman say, stepping around the couple to exit the elevator at her floor. Willa’s head shoots up and she calls after her "Was that sarcastic?" she pouts some and looks back at her (gulp) husband "I think that was sarcastic." she says, the elevator doors finally sliding open at their floor. She clumsily steps out, trying to dig through her purse for the keycard the driver had given her when they arrived so she can open the door, and not entirely watching where she is going.

"I wouldn't want to be stuck with anyone else." He grinned and stumbled his way into the elevator. There was a group of people standing in the machine. "Yep. That's right. She's mine." As soon as the words bolted out of his mouth so did a burp. He just laughed his ass off. To him, it was the funniest thing ,but to the others in the elevator not so much. Willa's voice broke through his drunken haze ,and he smiled. "Yep two weeks. Two taco eating trouble making weeks." He winked at his wife. Kellan stumbled a bit hitting the railing in the elevator. "Awe babe. That was cute." He teased wrapping his arms around her.

"Sarcasm isn't considered a wedding gift!" He yelled out to the woman as she exited. "Don't worry babe, she'll probably break her hip after her fifth wine cooler." Finally, the elevator doors opened to their room. Klutz followed her out towards their room. "Babe what are you looking for?" He questioned as he accidentally ran into a table. "Mother of fucking balls!" He screamed. As he regained some of his dignity, he discretely kicked the table. "Little bastard ran into me." He commented still following behind.

Waking Up In Vegas || Killa

Her head was spinning more than it had been now, only this time she knew it couldn’t be blamed on alcohol. This had all happened so fast and somewhere buried in the drunken stupor she’d known she might wake up and regret it, but didn’t have the sense to stop it. That voice faded quickly with their first kiss though because if it was any indication, this was far more than some impulsive prank pulled by a couple of drunk kids and she wasn’t being overly subtle about wanting to get him out of there so she could get a second.

She pointed upwards with her index finger. Vegas knew what they were doing - setting up chapels on the main floor of an all-night chapel made it easy for couples to make it official and then head right for the celebration. She grinned and drug him along, having already spotted the elevator during their not so subtle entrance. She gives a shrug towards the other couple as they pass “He’s kinda right, maybe they got a James Brown for ya our something?” She reached over to hit the elevator button once they got there, immediately turning back to loop her arms around his neck, a slow smile creeping over her lips as she gazes up at him “I can’t believe we just did that…”

The lights were blinding him. His head was swimming around as they stood there. It was problem one of the most impulsive things he had ever done. Most of the others he had regretted the next morning ,but this one wasn't going to be a regret. Something about that kiss they finally shared made him realize there was something there. It was more than two kids running off drunk. There was actual feelings. There was a spark from the second his lips pressed to hers. It was something he wanted to feel again.

Kellan grinned at her pointing up. This town was made for events like this. As she drug him over to the elevator, he looked at the other couple. The thing they used to make so much fun of on their only date they had was the thing they would become. For once, it wasn't scary for him. "Maybe they do." He finally spoke with a big stupid grin on. Her arms were wrapped around his neck ,and he his arms wrap around her. He nodded slowly. "I can't either.." He was still a bit shocked. "But I can say I don't regret any moment of it." He just looked down at her. "This may be the million beers I have drank ,but I think I like you as more than a friend." He teased her with a small roar of laughter falling out. Before she could say another word, he kissed her again. This time he didn't let it last long because the doors came flying open.

Waking Up In Vegas || Killa

Neither of them actually made much sense, but in her drunken state it didn’t matter. So far as she was concerned, it was the most romantic thing that had ever happened to anyone. Anywhere. She bursts out laughing when he mentions Taco Bell as part of his vows, and has to cover her mouth with her hand to stifle the giggle when Elvis shoots a glare in her direction. It only reminded her how she’d ended up standing in this spot in front of him though - they may not have known each other long, but from that very first moment it was if he got her in a way no one ever had before and that alone was worth the risk of a broken heart or a divorce on her record. Or, at least that this how her brain, still swimming in beer, rationalized the most completely irrational thing she’d ever done (and there’d been a few).

Her eyes widen a little when he anxiously asks Elvis about the kiss - alright now she was nervous. What if it was terrible? Would they know right then they’d made mistake and have to spend the rest of the night in a shared hotel room trying not to make eye contact? She glances nervously towards their Elvis officiant, who rolls his eyes and rushes through the last remaining bit of his speech, finally giving the go ahead.

She looks back at Kellan with a slightly lopsided grin “Hi hubb..” she starts, but before she can even get the words out, his lips are pressed to hers and his hands grasp her waist, pulling her closer. It takes a brief moment for her brain to catch up but then her arms slip over her shoulders, braced from a fall now not only by his hands, but her grip on his neck. Her lips parting to greet their first real kiss while she presses against him. Clearly she’d been worried for nothing - aside from the overwhelming minty taste, it was everything she could’ve hoped for and she almost forgets someone else is there. Until Elvis clears his throat that is. Reluctantly she break away, laying her head against Kellan’s chest and flashing a sheepish grin towards Elvis. “We should probably let you leave the building, huh Elvie? Thanks for being part of the happiest day of my life” she adds, grinning up Kellan “Ready to go, hubby?”

Before his now wife can even finish those words, he had his lips pressed to her's. He just held on to her as their first kiss intensified. Elvis stood there watching them. He cleared his throat once more. Kellan broke the kiss. Lipstick smeared all over his lips. "Well damn man! Ruin a hot thing why don't ya?!" He just glared. Using his hand, he put two fingers to his forehead and shot them at him. "See ya never man!" Looking down at his grinning wife, he responded. "Let's hit it baby." He took hold of Willa's hand and took of running towards the door. Okay so not so much running. It was more of quickly stumbling through the alter.

Once the two were outside of the chapel, they spotted another couple.With a big grin, he yelled at them. "Hey! If you are gonna use this Elvis. Make sure he get's laid first." Laughing hysterically he took off once more with his woman in tow. He pushed the entrance's door wide open. "Where is the hotel shnookums?!" He cocked a brow looking at her. The cool air felt amazing. They stood wobbly outside as he waited on her to respond.

Waking Up In Vegas || Killa

Her stomach does a bit of a flip-flop when she nods her head and she can’t tell if it’s the alcohol, or if she’s actually nervous about this. She should be nervous, shouldn’t she? I mean people who’ve been together for years are nervous when they finally get married. She’d only known him a few weeks and yet, other than the fluttery stomach she wasn’t nervous at all. Gotta be the alcohol she decides, turning towards with Kellan with a wide goofy grin and a slight hiccup, holding out her free hand for one of the mints. “I’m ready!”

She doesn’t hear most of what Elvis says, except the words ‘forever’ and ‘always’, neither of which seem to faze her in the slightest, her eyes keeping fixed on him and making silly faces whenever she thinks Elvis isn’t looking. He catches her of course and clears his throat before continuing.

"Do either of you have vows you’d like to say?" he asks, and she blinks momentarily. She hadn’t even thought of that but no way she was missing out on that opportunity. "I do" she gives Elvis a grin before smiling up at Kellan. She takes a moment but then clears her throat and stand a little straighter

"I, Willa, take you to be my husband, my friend, my lover, my tormentor, my companion in life and, most importantly my instigator in trouble. I will love you unconditionally, support your shenanighans, honor and respect you, without TOO much sass (except on fridays). I promise to make sure I’m not just hungry before I yell at you, regardless of how drunk you are. I hereby promise to resist the urge to beat your ass when you are difficult to get out of bed or eat all my oreos. In the presence of…, Elvis, I offer you my solemn vow to be your partner in crime through sickness and health, even if you get too fat, or too skinny or too old.” she pauses, but after a moment belts out the chorus from a Marianas Trench track “If your heart wears thin I will hold you up and I will hide you when it gets too much. I’ll be right beside you”

She gives Elvis a nod, signifying she’s done, a ridiculously proud grin on her face. Not bad, given that she’s still seeing double.

In complete and utter honesty, he didn't really have a clue what was going on. Kellan knew he was getting marrie ,obviously ,but he wasn't even nervous about any of it. That was weird. He just stood their swaying a bit from side to side with a mouthful of mints. They had known each other only a couple of weeks. There was something about just seeing her drunken smile through his beer goggled eyes that made it all seem right. He just stood there with a stupid grin on his face when asked if he was ready.

The Elvis dude stood their reading the marriage stuff ,and he just nodded along. This is more than likely how he agreed to twilight as well. Half listening to every word the impersonator let out, Kellan finally heard something about forever. Willa stood there making the most ridciulous faces to him. Busting out in sheer laughter after she was caught, He turned to the man. "Why the hell not." He shot out quickly in response to the whole forever and ever thing.

"Go on baby!" He cheered with another gulf of laughter spilling out. "shit" He thought. He didn't have any kind of vow written. This was going to be a whole lot of fun coming up with his own. He tried to listen the best he could. "What!? No Taco Bell promises?!" He joked as the young woman finished her vows. "Okay Elvis, let me show you how this is done." He cleared his throat and began the vows.

"Willa freakin' Holland, I, Kellan, take you as my bride, my lover, my friend, my partner in all sorts of hellacious crime, and oh and in sickness and in health and shit ,but I promise you I will try not to yell at you for using all of the hot water. Oh or for leaving the toilet seat down. I mean come on woman!" He bleted out. "Over it all though, I will cherish the living hell out of you my partner in crime, my secret keeper.." Trying not burp, he continued on. "I also promise we will always have Vegas, Beer, and T-Bell!" He made some kind of mariachi sound effect. Elvis did not look pleased with him.

Before Elvis can even speak, Klutz blurts out. "Can I kiss my wife already?!" Elvis looked annoyed with the young couple. "With the power invested in me ,and the state of Nevada. I pronounce you husband and wife. You may NOW kiss your wife." Elvis said the words he had waited on the whole time. "With pleasure." He leaned down and finally got to give her a real kiss. Not like the one at Taco Bell. He pressed his lips to her ,and he let his hands grasp her waist to hold her close and to not let her fall over.

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We will always have T-Bell {Solo Study}

The young actor stood in the kitchen with his head phones in. Pandora music filled his ears. Ever since meeting the beautiful Willa, he couldn't stop listening to more upbeat music. She had turned him in a freaking teddy bear already. Gossip rags and social networks bloomed with the news of their Vegas wedding. He had to turn twitter off and every other social media as well.

Letting out a sigh, a song came on. He took the head phones out and unplugged them from his iPod. He laid it down on the counter so it could play out loud. "This is how I feel." He sang softly. Songs like these reminded him so much of her.

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Waking Up In Vegas || Killa

She wrapped her arms around his waist, just in case she needed protection from the burly guard slamming the door, burying her face into his chest to stifle at least some of the roar of laughter that comes out of her. She stumbles along, watching the couple as they pass and giving him a curious look, trying to figure out what exactly he was up to until he’s shoving a fistful of still dripping flowers at her.

"Oh my gosh" she shrieks loudly, nearly leaping off the ground in excitement and almost falling over in the process. She grabs for the flowers with a ridiculously wide grin "You’re the best babycakes" she says, arranging the flowers as best she can in one hand and proceeding to drag him along with the other until she spots another chapel, this time the door is propped open and as she steps towards it she can see a man in a sequined suit "ELVIS!" she hollers out and he spins around, eyeing the pair of them carefully before looking down at the paper in his hand "Kellan Lutz?” he asks with a trademark sneer “You must be the bride-to-be" he continues as they approach, furrowing his brow a little when he spots the flowers in her hand but just shaking his head and glancing at the paper again "Willa, right?”

She nods eagerly “That’s me” she says proudly, her smile fading for a moment and she turns to shove the flowers back at Kellan while she digs out her phone “Just one sec…” she types frantically at her phone, mumbling curses when her fingers don’t cooperate and she has to tryu several times before getting it right. “OK.” she says, taking the flowers back and nodding “I’m ready to be Mrs. Lutz!”

Seeing her so flipping happy made his drunken heart warm up. Kellan was proving to be more of a teddy bear. It usually only came out a lot when drinking ,but that's besides the point. "I know I am baby doll." He said with a wink. His wife-to-be drug him along the hallways of the chapel. Up ahead, there was a door already open. He didn't feel like being the one to barge in ,so he let Willa continue leading the way in. There was a man dressed like Elvis. "Dude Elvis is alive!" He hollered. Great. Drunk and stupid. "That is me hombre." He waves his hand slowly in the air to make sure he was seen.

Elvis looked kind of amused by their arrival. It didn't really bother him because he even knew they looked like hot ass messes. "Better twitter or insta....book this moment right here babe." He mentioned as he looked around. "Might wanna remember the last few seconds of Single Lady status." He chuckled waddling around the room. The flowers were shoved back at him ,and he grabbed them with a smile. "Wait don't you need these?" He asked looking at her a bit confused. After the flowers were snatched back, he grinned. "Let's do this." He yelled out really loudly.

Kellan stood near the front of the alter. Elvis stood up above him behind a podium. "You hound dog." He looked at the man. "Got a tic tac? Gum?" He couldn't let their first kiss be done with beer and possible burp taste . The man saw the impersonator grab out a can of mints. "Thanks dude!" He greedily grabbed three or four and popped them in. "I will be minty tasting. "Right after those words were uttered, he let out a big burp. "Damn I'm good."

The darling bride stood in front of him. She looked very ravishing. "Ya ready toots?" He asked with a small sway. "Because I'm ready."

Waking Up In Vegas || Killa

She wasn’t much help - too many beers had made the room spin and the letters on the signs start to mush together but eventually, with some squinting and determination she was able to make her way towards the chapels, pulling him along “C’mon fiance, don’t go getting beat up before or wedding or you’ll have a shiner in all our photos.” she stopped and did a mad search of her pockets for her phone, panicking at the thought of not being able to tweet the biggest night of her young life.

She breaths a sigh of relief when she remembers she tucked in to the front of her bra, pulling the door to the designated chapel - or so she thinks. They’re instantly confronted with a round of hard glares from a wedding party that is most definitely not their own and an officiant that looks like nothing like Elvis “Opps, sorry” she giggles, trying to back out but running directly into him instead and bursting into a louder fit of nervous laughter. “Oh man” she groans when she turns to apologize again and spots an angry bride. She pays her no mind though, instead focusing on her bouquet “I forgot to get some flowers first” she pouts as an employee comes along to usher them out “Hey, do you think I could borrow yours when you’re done” she hollers out to the bride just as the door is being slammed in their face. “Rude!” she huffs.

He was being pulled along by his fiancee around the building. The lights felt like a bunch of tiny little razor blades picking away. "I may not have to get beat up." He commented. "I may fall on the corner of a table like a dumb ass." A small snicker came rolling out as he watched her go into panic mode. "You look like someone searching for the coke." He couldn't help but laugh even harder at his stupid joke.

Still laughing like a complete dumb ass, Kellan follwed behind her like a lost puppy dog. The laughing ceased when he saw all of the people looking at them. "Babe.." He commented. With his teeth clenched and a smirk appearing, he spoke. "I don't think Elvis is in the building." Once she runs into him, laughter breaks out once again. "Anyone here know where Elvis is?" Everyone looked so mad. "Anyone? No? Come on! Someone?!" He yelled with his lovely bride to be in front of him. As the door came to an alarming slam, Kellan yelled. "THAT WAS NOT NICE BUTT MUNCHER." Good one Klutz of Dumbness. That was possibly the best he could come up with. In a vase on this nice table,a group of flowers sat looking all spiffy. "I have an idea. A couple was walking right in between him and the vase. They were laughing and giggling. "Okay lovey dovey crack heads let's move this along!" He motioned for them to hurry on. As soon as they passed on by, he clenched his fist around the stems of the flowers and yanked them out. "Oh baby doll. I have a surprise for you." He turned with a big ole stupid grin and held the flowers out for her.

Waking Up In Vegas || Killa

The heels she’d slipped off were still thrown on the back floor of the limo and she crawled into grab them, sneaking another gulp of two of beer while she was back there and then sliding out again, using the car’s reflective windows to straighten her dress and attempt to smooth her hair a bit with her hands - it was her wedding day afterall, she couldn’t be looking like a complete slob. The shoes however stayed in her hands - she was having enough trouble keeping upright without three inches of heels to her wobble.

"Well alrighty then, Ms. Lutz" she grinned crookedly at him, waving his burp from her face as she straightens his shirt a bit as well. Finally satisfied, she takes his hand and, lacing her fingers through his, heads inside. Her eyes squint the moment they’re through the glass doors though - it was loud and bright, a row of slots lining one wall next to the guest registry for the hotel. A large ‘Chapels’ sign directed them the opposite direction "They got us the Elvis chapel" she hiccups, heading that way.

All of the bright lights made it hard for him to keep balance. This may also be because of his eyes being almost completely shut. Finally, opening them just a bit, Kellan looked over the chapel. The beer bottle was still placed firmly in his free hand. He lifted the semi warm drink to his lips as they continued walking. Classiest man alive on his wedding day.He just looked around. It seemed like he was a bit confused on what was even going on.

"I totally want Elvissssss to." He stopped mid-sentence and began laughing as he saw a man dressed as Elvis. "DUUUUDE ELVIS!" He yelled out waving his beer filled hand. This was not going well. The Elvis dressed man just shook his head and kept walking. "I didn't realize Elvis was such a dick." He spat out as he chugged what was left of his beer. "So?" He asked turning to her. "Where the hell do we go?" He just held onto her hand tight as walked a little. "I wanna get married. Where the hell is Elvis and where the hell is our chapel?" He remembered quickly that he probably pissed of their Elvis. "I think I may have pissed Elvis off." He said a semi drunk cute baby voice. He tried to smile ,and he laughed again. "Lead the way young Maiden!" He motioned for her to lead. Quickly, he looked in his coat pocket for the ring. "I still have the ring!" He said in a very very loud tone. Great. He was going to make his wife go deaf.

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Waking Up In Vegas || Killa

She had no idea how much of the four hour drive to Las Vegas they’d actually remained conscious for, but she’s plucked from her drunken nap when he suddenly flies forward in the seat, nearly sending her toppling off the edge “Huh?” she mutter groggily when he taps at her arm, squinting her eyes as she opens them to try and dull the pounding that is beginning to throb in her head and reflexively reaching for the only cure she can think - another beer.

"Oh right." she nods once, using his knee to push herself back into an upright position and twisting the bottle cap off of the beer, taking a long drink and letting it settle for a moment before wiping her mouth on the back of her hand as she glances sideways at him, her eyes widening as his words actually begin to process in her intoxicated brain. "Right!" she repeats, this time with much more enthusiasm "Hitched!" The evenings events were starting to work their way through the muddy haze of her mind, and in a ever so brief moment of clarity she pulls out her phone, intent on texting Stephen and Katie to let them know she was alright (she had sort of just disappeared from the party and they might be a tad concerned given her condition) but before she can dial, the driver pulls the car to the curb outside the chapel.

"This is it" she slurs at him with a disorganized wiggle of her brow "Last moments as a single guy - you sure you’re ready for this?" she teases, crawling over him in a not so lady like manner when the driver pulls the door open, not really giving him a chance to respond. She grabs on to the car door to try and balance her woobly legs and looks over her shoulder as the driver starts to explain that all the necessary arrangements have been made and tries to fill her in on the details, but she shakes her head and waves him off with her hand "Who cares, let’s just do this already!"

Not even awake five minutes and he is already downing probably his 8th beer. The party has just begun for him. Kellan stood outside the limo. Bright lights flashing everywhere. "God damn it." He said covering his eyes. "I am not good with all these lights." Uncovering his eyes, he squinted his eyes. "I need another beer." Willa was off talking to the man as Kellan leaned back in grabbing another beer. He flopped down on the seat belly first opening his beer. "Sweet heavens of god thank you." He yelled out as he took another long chug of the beverage.

Finally, the drunken frat boy made his way out of the limo to see her tell the guy let's do it. "Finally." Fumbling around in his pocket, he pulled out the ring. "I got this shit." He laughed at himself as he stuck his hand out to the soon to be wife. "You ready to be with me for.." He burped mid sentence. Another startling laughing came pouring out. "My bad." Kellan shook his head and attempted to continue. "You ready to go in?" His hand was still stuck out to her with a somewhat drunken warm hearted smile. "Because I am Ms. Lutz."

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Waking Up In Vegas || Killa

"You better" she grins back at him, shaking her head at his comment about his figure. Even in her drunken stupor the fact that he had no idea how much she struggled with body image struck her - if she’d been more sober it might’ve been enough for her to rethink this whole Vegas thing, but she wasn’t. And neither was he. "You look juuuuuuuust fine to me, babe!" she says instead, snuggling against his side when he slides onto the seat next to her, already reaching to pull the backseat cooler open and pulling out a couple of the freshly stocked beers, her smile widening to ridiculous proportions when he calls her Mrs. Lutz.

"Mmm" she smiles, leaning against his side and passing him one of the bottles "I like the way that sounds, Mr. Holland" she teases, trying to twist the cap off her bottle unsuccessfully and finally admitting defeat and passing him her bottle as well, leaning her head on his shoulder and batting her lashes "Open it for me, baby?" she pleads as the driver pulls the limo back into traffic, music from the radio station softly filling the back of the car.

He chuckles at her calling him Mr. Holland. Popping the top of his first bottle, he took a quick swig of it before seeing her pass hers. "You got it gorgeous." With a little struggle at first, Klutz finally popped the lid of grinning wide. "I'm good for something." He joked as he brought his cold bottle back to his lips listing to the music.

After a couple six packs had been drunk by the already drunk duo, they laid sprawled out in the back of the limo. Snores from him, filled the vehicle as they rode on to Vegas. A half drunk bottle was loosley gripped in his hand as he moved slightly. "no.." He mumbled to himself. "It's my sandwich." The man was talking in his sleep. God damn it Klutz you are already going to scare her off. The bottle finally clanked to the floor as another roaring snore came out of his body. His eyes opened for merely a second to see Willa knocked out. Leaning back again, he was out again.

No clue on how long they had been in the limo, Kellan felt the car come to a stop. His over-sized muscular body flew forward. "Oh shit." He yelled out as he nearly went face first into the semi dried up spilled beer. Looking around very disoriented, he saw another six pack still sitting all pristine.Quickly, he grabbed another beer and popped the cap. "Baby." He said taking a long hard drink. He pushed the woman's arm playfully. "Wake the fuck up." Trying his hardest not spill his beer, he spoke again. "I think we are here." Laughter spilled out from his big goofy as hell grin. "Let's go hitched hot momma!"