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

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Rogue

[marauding_miss]

Re: Rogue

[carlyslecopycat]

Vanessa woke from the sound of a vacuum cleaner somewhere next door. Her head was aching and it took a few moments for her to even remember where-and who-she was. When she tried to stretch she found herself wrapped up tight in a sheet and struggled to free herself.

There was an arm wrapped around her. Why was there an arm wrapped around her?

When she finally managed to sit up she realized two things. Her skin had a normal tone. And there was a ring on her finger. Not any finger. That finger. And she was in Vegas.

"Oh shit."

Slowly she turned around to see who was lying next to her.

"What the..."

[marauding_miss]

It was the pulling that woke Rogue, making her mumble slightly. She wasn't exactly used to sharing a bed, but it wasn't the first time Ric would've spent the night with her for some-

Okay, not Ric. "...hell's goini on?"

At least she figured they were on the same wavelength. Shifting in the bed herself, Rogue let the sheets fall away, comforted at least to be wearing shorts and a cami top. "Where in tarnation are we?"

[carlyslecopycat]

All she could remember was having a lot of fun downstairs in the casino and there were those very delicious cocktails... Well, at least that would remember why she didn't remember anything that could have lead to hher getting... Maybe she had just won a ring somewhere? Yes, maybe that was it.

"We're in Vegas, that's all I know."

Vanessa sat up and took in her surroundings, her shoes were on top of the TV, there was a veil hanging from a chair, over there was a jacket, another veil and some more shoes, All in all it looked like... Hold on.

"Veils? This can't be... can it?"

Ophelia

[mad_asahatter]

[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

[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.

Emma Frost

[icecoldwit]

XD I'm sorry I couldn't resist MWAH <3

[npc_teamx]

Sat on the edge of the bed William Stryker is still trying to work out a) how he ended up in Vegas and b) how he ended up marrying Emma Frost of all people. Of all the people he could have ended up with it had to be Emma, the frosty, snide, bitchy, malicious, controlling, plastic cow who'd given him nothing but grief since day one.

He was getting this marriage annulled.

Just as soon as he found his pants.

I hate you a smidge

[icecoldwit]

Of course his panic attack is loud enough for Emma to hear it all the way in the bathroom, under the shower, because damnit she needs to wash as much as possible. The fact that she even had to be at all close to him in any way makes her skin crawl.

Wrapping the towel around her body, grabbing another for her hair, Emma doesn't bother with pretence as she leave the bathroom to wander into the room. "Do try and think louder, I don't think the telepaths in Bermuda heard you."

Fact of the matter is, Emma can already have the papers drawn up, but they won't be annulment papers. That would be far too easy for Styker. Especially when she makes him think they did the deed -and she still can't control the acid reflux at the thought of that. Which means he'll forever have the record of a Las Vegas marriage to a known mutant in his file.

Angel <3

[angelica_jinx]

[codenamepyro]

Vegas wasn't his scene. Not even a little. He didn't drink, he didn't gamble and he sure as shit wasn't going to see any of those shows they put on. He also did not cuddle, ever, at all, for any reason. But somehow, there he was in a Vegas hotel room, cuddling.

Waking up to red hair in his face wasn't really the biggest surprise -that would be the cuddling- but after that, it was probably the fact that the room he was in, with said redhead, cuddling, looked like something straight out of those 'Ivory and Lace' catalogue things. It took about five minutes for St John's brain to kick into gear and figure out, eventually, that he was cuddling a redhead in the honeymoon suite.

"Oh shit."

[angelica_jinx]

If he didn't like to cuddle he was in bed with the wrong girl. She didn't just cuddle, she pet, she squirmed, she even caressed in her sleep. Angel was a sensophile. She reveled in the way things smelled, looked, tasted, sounded, and felt. Even in her sleep it would seem since the sound of his voice just made her moan a little and squirm closer, rubbing her legs against his.

"Mmm too early."

[codenamepyro]

It probably was, but St John wasn't used to comfortable beds and cuddling, so that was probably what woke him up. "Yeah, probably." He could agree, but he'd at least like to know why he was in bed with -Angel? Yeah- Angel, and cuddling, in the honeymoon suite.

"But it's probably a little early in our relationship for the wedding bells too, that doesn't seem to be a problem." Least of all when he raises the arm that's around her waist just to see that, yup, there it is. The simple little yellow gold band around his finger. He wasn't the marrying type either.

"At least you're not a popsicle." Because cuddling with a freezing cold person would be horrid, and normally everyone else is like an ice cube to St John.

Betsy Braddock

[proper_twinkie]

[captaine_sykes]

If Betsy had hoped that her second monring in Vegas would start without a hitch she has another thing coming. She'll be woken up when Ethan dumps her clothing on the bed and slams the bathroom door hard enough that it shakes the wall and causes their neighbours to bang on the adjoining wall.

There will also be a post-it note stuck to Betsy's forehead and a wedding banned sellotaped to it, above which a note has been written.

Divorce meeting with a lawyer in one hour as we can't get in annulled. What did you put in my drinks?

[proper_twinkie]

If it weren't for the hangover, he would have been attacked the moment he attempted to stick anything to her face. As it were she was startled awake and completely disoriented by the paper half over her eyes.

Through blurry eyes, she read the note and grumbled to herself "Divorce? What?" That's when she noticed the ring and leaped from the bed not bothering to get dressed. "What?!"

A lock doesn't mean much when she can rip the door off it's hinges. Who in the hell was she supposed to be married to? The accusation should have been a big hint but she really wasn't prepared to see Ethan. "You?! You've got to be kidding me."

[captaine_sykes]

Ethan has just stepped into the shower and has the bottle of shampoo in one hand as he glares out the glass of the cubicle at Betsy who has very politely just barged into the bathroom.

"Do I look like I'm joking?! Now get the hell out and wait your turn! We might well be married but there are limits to my patience Braddock!" Ethan squeezes the soap into his hands and lathers up, turning his back on Betsy and clearly signalling that this conversation is now over. End of. Nothing more to say.

"Please close the door behind you."