Sunday Meme; part ten

[teamxmods]

What Happens in Vegas,
Stays in Vegas

➣ comment with your characters name
➣ someone will tag back with their character
➣ you've woke up in Vegas, married to each other!
➣ omg.wtf.aaaah or omg.wtf.why did we do that? go with it and have fun!
➣ complete the circle of insanity and tag others
❤

DO NOT:
✖ start wank
✖ be a douche
✖ get annoyed at

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[proper_twinkie]

Betsy's head was sore but it was her bladder that roused her awake. With a yawn, she threw off the sheet and padded naked to the bathroom. She took care of nature then made her way to the sink to wash her hands. It was only then she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Vibrantly colored make-up was smeared haphazardously all over her face. Nowhere near a shade she would wear.

Now Betsy Braddock had been known to play in the minors when it came to women but the reason she never went pro as it were was because she just had no patience for the submissive. She liked a partner that could give her a run for her money but it just wasn't often she found a woman who could give her a run for her money without looking like a field hockey coach.

And she only ever blacked out when someone was fucking with her head.

Tip toeing toward the bathroom door, she peeked at the bed hardly believing what she saw. Not only did she see Ophelia laying there but it was about that time she felt the ring on her own finger. A very important finger. Was this even legal?

[mad_asahatter]

What roused Phe, because despite how often she slept in trees, she did enjoy a large comfortable bed, was Betsy and her 'thinking'. More so her confusion and worry and really Phe wasn't so keen on those since she was still enjoying things like bliss and amusement and that foggy alcohol induced drunk feeling. She did so like other peoples drunken buzz. She never got the hangover.

Stretching out like a lazy cat, Ophelia wound up tangled in the sheets and completely ignored it. Sitting up in an unfamiliar room and without Betsy in the bed but definitely still in the room, well, Phe wasn't exactly sure what was going on herself.

"Bets?" The honeymoon, it seemed, was already over.

[proper_twinkie]

Padding, unashamed, back to the bed, she took a seat on the edge. She was still as confused as ever but she did her best not to freak out. Betsy knew Ophelia was an empath and she didn't need to make things worse. It wasn't as though she blamed her. Whatever happened must have been insane. Phe did crazy with flair so maybe it was fitting that she ended up in bed with her.

She was a little bothered that she couldn't remember the sex. If the way she woke up was any indication it had to be one hell of a night.

"Good morning... wifey." She replied raising her hand to reveal the ring.

[mad_asahatter]

Grinning just a little, Ophelia held up her own hand, mirroring the action, to show off her wedding ring too. It was good that Betsy was trying to keep in the freak out, Phe would likely end up having her own freak out if that had happened, and really, Phe liked to bask instead.

Feeling generous, Ophelia offered out some of the covers -in case it was cold really, and shifted across the bed a little. "Morning indeed, second time to see it. Although not much of seeing was done earlier on." Shuffling closer again, Phe's grin did nothing but grow wider, indicating that she knew exactly what went on last night and seemed completely fine with it.

"Is it breakfast in bed, or down stairs to be fed?"

[proper_twinkie]

Betsy offers a smile and does accept the sheet, despite it not being very cold, but she's perhaps not as casual about the whole thing as Phe was. It bothered her that she had no memory of it. In her experience, blacking out was never a good thing. Of course, she had been brainwashed more than a kool-aid sipping friend of Manson.

"Perhaps we should dine here." She replied making no attempt for the phone. "I can't imagine this marriage is legal."