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[ruinous_fortune]

He's asleep.

Sleeping the sleep of the once-truly drunk.

His left arm is slung heavily over her stomach so she's held tightly against him.

Ruin, newly married and still very much passed out, is blissfully ignorant of their previous activities.

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[song_tra_bong]

Someone is banging a hammer on the inside of her skull.

A very large hammer.

Or possibly a spiked mace.

Mary Anne hates hangovers.

She mumbles something to herself and stretches, making no effort to disentangle herself from her bed partner. At least not until she looks at her left hand.

She picks his arm up off her stomach and looks at his left hand. Then back at hers. His. Hers.

"Ciaran," she says with something like panic in her voice.

"Wake up. Now."

[ruinous_fortune]

He mumbles something before turning onto his stomach, rubbing his face in the pillow, and settling back into sleep.

If he wakes up, the hangover will get him.

So, he chooses (as much as he can) not to wake up.

[song_tra_bong]

If he doesn't wake up, Mary Anne will get him.

"Ciaran! Wake up!"

She punches him in the shoulder to emphasise her point.

[ruinous_fortune]

"Ow!" he snaps, finally sitting up and rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. "What the hell you do that for?"

[song_tra_bong]

She doesn't say anything, just holds her beringed hand in front of his face and waits for it to register.

[ruinous_fortune]

He blinks, several times.

"Did... you win that last night?" he asks, trying to clear the fog in his brain. "You had better won that at some poker hand, Legs."

[song_tra_bong]

"Looks like you were playing the same game."

She holds up his own left hand.

[ruinous_fortune]

The night before was still a blur.

But he did remember things.

"We... had a very helpful driver," he mutters, snatching his hand back.

[song_tra_bong]

She manages not to flinch when he pulls his hand away, but only just.

"Among other things."

(a line of shotglasses on the bar and don't you want to be my wife Legs?)

[ruinous_fortune]

He wasn't happy about being married just yet.

Give the guy some time.

"Many other things." He rubs his face a second time. "Cosmos... whiskey... tequila..." Ruin chuckles. "I think it was a draw on who could drink who under."

[song_tra_bong]

She flashes a grin.

"Draw, hell. I kicked your ass."

That's how she remembers it, anyway.

[ruinous_fortune]

"You keep thinking that."

He leans back against the headboard.

"So... rings." He vaguely remembers asking her. "You pregnant?"

[song_tra_bong]

Pardon her silence until her mind finishes boggling.

"Not the last time I checked."

[ruinous_fortune]

"Good."

He eyes her.

"Let's hope last night wasn't a night of multiple new beginnings."

[song_tra_bong]

She covers her face with her hand, making an inarticulate noise akin to 'blarg.'

"Terrible pun. And yeah, I second the motion."

[ruinous_fortune]

He looks at his left hand.

Married.

...

Married.

"Husband and wife, huh?"