Waking Up In Vegas (Closed)
It wasn't much of a bachelor party now that Tony thought about it. Mainly because it only consisted of himself, Steve, and Thor. Clint had been called on a mission and Bruce actively avoided Las Vegas which meant on such short notice, it was just the three of them sent to spend a weekend in Vegas with the Canadian. Well, until said Canadian bailed or rather 'got called away' on 'important X-Men business'. So rather than waste the trip, Tony decided it would be much more fun to take Darcy herself over him with the sound logic of 'shes a better bro anyway'.
Which was great until the next morning.
With a groan, Tony sat up from the floor and ran a hand through his hair. His head was pounding and there was far too much sunlight streaming through the windows for his liking. Man, he hadn't had a hangover like this in months. He gripped the arm of the couch and pulled himself up to stand on shaky legs. He held onto the arm for balance, looking around their trashed hotel room. "Shit this is going to be one hell of a hotel bill....."
