vegas wedding with @duchangdashi continued from here!! aka the best first interaction between muses.
Sometimes in life you just had to let it all loose and have fun. Not that Chen did that often, he was a good boy.
But this one particular time? Apparently there was a reason he rarely drank a lot. He’d wake up next to attractive strangers without any memory of how he got there. He was at least still dressed, except his head was throbbing and his throat felt dry.
Chen groaned. Just lifting his head up was unbearable, it felt a lot heavier than usual. Did he drink that much the night before? This was why he didn’t visit Las Vegas… What made him think this was a good idea?
Had America convinced him? Probably, that guy had a stranger power of conviction sometimes.
“Shit..” he muttered to himself after rubbing his face. Shortly after he lowered his hands, Chen noticed a new item on his ring finger. A ring, although not any regular kind of ring. It was a wedding ring. His eyes widened. When the hell had he gotten married? The night before was a blur. Chen did remember arriving at the casino, but soon after? Nothing.
The poor guy looked around the unfamiliar hotel room, which he was certain wasn’t the one he’d booked. That was also when he noticed the person next to him in the bed. A woman.
“Hello?” he reached over and gently nudged her shoulder. “…Are you alive?” He wasn’t sure why he asked that, if she wasn’t she obviously wouldn’t be able to answer. He couldn’t see any trace of drugs in the room, but you never knew if they’d done anything before getting to the room.
Natallia slowly awoke with bleary eyes, drowsily peering at the man who nudged her shoulder. What a strange question to ask. “Of course I am alive..” She muttered, trailing off as her brain began to shake off the cobwebs and piece together what little information she had on the situation.
Lucky for her, she rarely got hangovers, and was simply blessed with missing memories. Bits and pieces were present in her mind, but she rubbed her eyes with a soft frown as she tried sitting up. “You...you are representative. I have seen you.” She grumbled, at least awake enough to know that.
“But I do not know you. Why are you here?” The more she wakes up, the more of an edge her voice gets. This question almost sounds accusatory, as if it had been his fault; because of course, Natallia couldn’t remember who’s fault it was that she was here...and oh? What was this? A ring? She eyes the ring on her finger before glance at Chen’s hand, and she rolls her eyes. Great.
