Pokeshipping and 88. "Don't panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married...."
This oughta be fun!
It felt like a jackhammer was pounding against Ash’s head. He tried to open his eyes, but the headache exploded the moment the first rays of light hit his eyes. He groaned and rolled over on the bed, covering his head with the pillow. Reaching out, he tried to find his phone, only to unexpectedly touch something else, and it almost made him sit up in bed if he wasn’t already laying on his stomach.
He felt something fleshy, but soft and firm at the same time. He panicked again and raised his head up. Only opening his eyes a little bit again, he was forced to close them again. But he didn’t let go of the thing he was touching. Exploring (squeezing) a little more, he realized that he was touching a certain part of a woman’s anatomy.
“Let go of my boob!” he heard someone snap. This time he forced his eyes open and was surprised at what he saw; Misty, completely naked, in the same bed as him. At first he nearly jumped out of bed, but remembered that they were in a relationship.
“You’re my boyfriend, not a perv,” she said, holding her head like he was doing.
“Sorry,” he said.
His location came back to him; he was in a fine hotel in Meadows City. He and Misty were in town for Steven and Wallace Stone’s wedding. They didn’t get married at one of those cheap wedding chapels, by the way.
But remembering he had a few too many drinks, he concluded that he and Misty must’ve come back from the reception drunk off their asses. He felt like a jackmudbray.
Then he looked up and saw Misty staring at a silver band on her left ringfinger. She looked up at him, and he looked at his left ringfinger, too.
“Don’t panic,” he said, “But I think we accidentally got married.”
