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Hilton Hotel - Las Vegas, Nevada
Many flock to the bright lights and never ending parties with in the city that never sleeps. Some seeking entertainment, others seeking a quick break from their financial troubles only to lose it all, marriage, and many other things in attempts to break away from their every day life. Even for those that live here, there was always something new to do.
It was with in the early morning hours when the most action took place, and not normally in the most of pleasant of ways. It was the A typical time in which most regretted what they did the night before. Some finding out they were now married to their best friends fiancee or a complete stranger. Some discovering their once vast wealth was now a grossly over drawn throwing them into unspeakable fits of rage and or depression. And others thinking that the brilliant idea of driving drunk at this time of morning will keep them safe from the cops. Unfortunately for them, that is when the most pull overs and raids happen. What a shame....
But for those that did make it back to where they are staying are lucky...In a sense of the word. Where those able to get up for work after a great night sleep hit the road with a bounce to their step. Others on the other hand were still suffering the affects of the night before....Once such person was that of MW diva Ashley Ford. She is wearing a pair of form fitting blue jeans and a dark gray army shirt that looks to have seen better days. Her long brown hair was askew and slightly ratty from a rough night’s sleep. Yet as she began to stretched she groaned in pain...
Quickly she relented and remained as she was...Breathing eveningly, Ashley slowly reaches up to brush her hair out of her face. Through squinted eyes she glanced around without moving too much. Where the hell was she? She thought to herself as she slowly began to sit up.
Ashley: This isn’t my room...What the fu...
Before she could finish, she reached up with both hands and massaged her temples...She would figure out how the hells once she got her massive migraine under control. For now, nature was calling and she needed to pee. Groaning, she was sober for the most part...But god did hangovers suck. Though how she got drunk made her smile. She had celebrated last night with Damien, her best friend in the whole world Madisyn, and her boy toy Octavious. They were celebrating their numerous victories with in the MW, and how much of a devastating impact they were making with in the federation walls themselves. Boy did they have so much more in store for everyone, but now...The need to pee grew more urgent. With a sigh, she slowly stood up and shuffled up towards a door hoping it was the bathroom...If now she would make great use of the potted plant in the corner..As Ashley struggles to get the door open, she grumbles. For just a second the room was spinning and she didn't know which door handle to grab. Thinking it was best to always reach for the object in the middle... Ashley opened the door to what was the light in the bathroom already on. She yells out “DAMN THE FUCKING LIGHT”, before finding the switch to turn one of them off at least.
Looking around she steadies herself for a moment as it was a good thing this was a bathroom. She wouldn’t want to have to pay extra to steam clean the carpet it it wasn’t. With a sigh, Ashley sits don to pee but unknown to her is that she was in no way alone. As she looked around you see what the shower curtain hiding the tub but also there was a foot wearing a black dress shoe sticking out from behind the shower curtain and over the rim of the tub.
Ashley: Ooookay...So I'm not as sober as I thought.
Ashley finishes her business and flushes the toilet before starting to head back into the other room. That was until she hears grunts coming from the tub. Ashley thought “Great Now I'm fucking hearing things too.” No more drinking for her she thought but then chuckled as she knew that was a lie. Another grunt is heard and Ashley tuned fully back around now. Questions started to flood her mind. Was this some strange man's room he had ended up in. She certainly hoped not as Damien was kinda growing on her and she didn't want to ruin any chances she did have of being happy. Picking up a plunger like it was a weapon, she figured if there was a strange man in the tub, he would soon need medical attention. That was until she heard the man's voice.
Damien’s Voice: No Mamma. I'm not playing in the toilet again. I promise.
Ashley: What The fu...DAMIEN!!!
Ashley pulls back the shower curtain and sure enough there was Damien. Fast asleep in the tub. He was shirtless but had on his dress pants which were unbuttoned. What was the funny thing was that on his head was Ashley's bra that she had worn the day before. A drop of water from the shower head manages to catch him on the eye lid as he moved a little.
Damien: I wanna play in the rain Mamma. Can I?
Ashley: THE HELL YOU CAN!
Ashley shrieked, as she snatched up her bra from his head. Now how the hell did that get there. With the plunger in hand, she cracked him in the shin a good one before storming out of the bathroom stopping only momentarily at the door way to slide down its length to the floor. Reaching up with her left hand she rubs her throbbing temple.
Damien: WHO THE FU...
Damien jumped up , almost tripping as he got out of the tub. He didn't know where he as at first but paused and looked back at the tub. In his mind, he was asking himself how he ended up in the tub before finally turning and going after Ashley. He bends down to check on her, pausing to look at the tub yet again briefly before giving Ashley his full attention.
Damien: I..you...before I ask the obvious. Are you ok?
Ashley groaned as she slowly lowered herself even further to the floor..The room to her was spinning from her sudden rush, and she didn’t want to deal with it at the moment.
Ashley: I am all right, just have a fucking migraine from hell. What the hell are you doing in the damn tub Damien...
Damien: I was hoping you could tell me? You remember anything. Anything at all? Because the last thing I remember was saying something about a bra.
Ashley glanced up at him from where she lay on the floor.
Ashley: I have no fucking idea..I seriously regret drinking as hard as we did...I mean hell...What the fuck were you doing wearing my bra on your head!??
Ashley inquired holding it up with her left hand, waving it at him irritably. Damien actually laughed but it only made him grab his head in pain. That was definitely one of life's mysteries at the moment.
Damien: I don't know. I mean..We didn't? Did we? I mean I hope not. Not hat it wouldn't be great now. I just kinda want to be sober and remember it you know?
Ashley: Bloody fucking likely...I mean whom ever your wife is wouldn’t like the idea of you attempting to get me in the sack now would she...
Ashley sarcastically mused, as she draped her right arm over her eyes shielding them from the bright bathroom light.
Damien: Wife. What are you talking about? I mean you are the one with the wedding ring on. Look at that thing on your finger. Somebody must have given their life savings for that thing. Looks like somewhere some man is waking up thinking what in the hell?Not that I'm jealous or not. No not jealous one freakin' bit....
Damien said he wasn’t jealous but his tone showed he was. He had found the woman of his dreams and now he thought some guy in Las Vegas was running around bragging abut marrying Ashley. Ashley lifted her arm up and glanced over to her hand going “What the fuck”....As she brought her left hand close to her face to the point she smacked herself unintentionally...Wincing she attempts to look at it again and blinks a few time...
Ashley: No no no no no....
Ashley rambled as she sat up nearly into Damien’s groin...Letting out a long breath she looked around in a slightly alarmed stare before looking up at him.
Ashley: This can’t b....Hey you have one too...
Damien looks at his hand and shakes his head. He was still trying to remember what the hell happened last night. Seeing the ring on his hand, it began to come back to him...Sorta, when he suddenly whispers.. “uh oh.”
Damien: I remember now. I remember what happened. I did get married. I got married to ...you...I think.
Ashley: Like hell you did? We drank at that club, not at a wedding hall....Right?
Ashley began sternly before slowly turning her rage into a awkward question.
Damien:You are right. This has to be a joke. I remember being dared by Octavious to ask you to marry me. This is a joke is all. These rings probably aren't even real. It's a joke Octavious and Madisyn are playing on us.
Ashley: What until I find them...I am going to kick both their asses...
Ashley hissed as she casually began to get up off of the floor turning herself over so the blinding bathroom light didn’t hurt her eyes anymore. Damien's instinct kicked in and he helped Ashley up and out of the bathroom. He was beginning to laugh, thinking of how he was going to pay Octavious back for his joke but at the some time, whether Ashley liked it or not, his priority was to take care of her.
Damien: Let me get you something to fix up that hangover. In a place like this Room service probably has stuff ready made to bring up.