Waking up in Vegas-Final

~Present~
"What's the matter Jonesy?"
Coraline dropped the blanket and stormed over to him. She would grabbed him by his shirt if he was wearing one, so his ear would have to do.
"What's the matter?! What's the matter?! THE MATTER IS I'M NOT JONESY ANYMORE!!" She threw her left hand in his face,"I'M NOW LOVATY!!"
His eyes grew wide,"It can't be legal!"
Coraline looked around and saw a piece of paper labled 'Marrige Certificate.' She picked it pick and put it in his face,"Well apparently it is!" She let go of his ear as he took the paper,"Holy shit, I'm Coraline Lovat." She sat down on the bed and began muttering to herself,"No way, no way in HELL!"
Wybie began laughing.
She shot up and glared at him,"What's so funny, Giggles!?"
He looked up from the paper,"We're not married."
"How do you know?"
"One- this handwriting is not legible and two- according to this your name is," He squinted," 'Caroline Waterwitch Jonesy' and mine is Whywereyouborn Creeper Lova'.
Coraline stopped,"Oh," she looked down and realized she was still in her bra and underwear. "I'm gonna go get dressed," she said feeling suddenly exposed, she removed his ring, put it on the bed, grabbed her bag and went in the bathroom.
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She locked the door and looked in the mirror, tears starting to swell in her eyes. She swallowed the feeling and swept some of her long midnight blue hair. The woman started to look away but stopped when something caught her eye on her now exposed neck.
"You've got to be shitting me,"she said to herself,"A hickey?!" The woman leaned over the sink to look closer,"Are those teeth marks?!
She started to see it.
The groping, the tongues becoming entangled, her hand slowly reaching up Wybie's shirt; all to the soundtrack of moans, gasps, and the shuffling of articles of clothing. It ended at the sound of her uttering the one of the worst things she had ever wanted,' We should get married'
She stood dead center in the bathroom, in shock.
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He walked over to the bed and slipped on his ring, feeling it's warmth. He smiled and sat on the bed.
Even in rage, she's beautiful, He thought. He reached up to his ear to make sure it was still there. The man looked around the room and decided to clean up. He stood up and walked to the television. He had stepped on something cold and stopped, he looked down to see a button from his shirt. He bent down to retrieve it.
He saw.
Wybie pressed her against the wall and felt around in his pockets for the room key.
Coraline grabbed his hand and broke the kiss. She smiled as she pulled the card from between her breasts.
"I love you," He whispered in her ear as she unlocked the door.
They began kissing once again.
Coraline shimmied out of her dress and chucked it while Wybie undid his pants. He removed his jacket and started on his button-up shirt. Coraline broke the lip lock and grabbed the shirt, forcing the two sides apart, sending buttons everywhere. She then grasped his tie and pulled bringing them face to face. Her eyes full of passion and lust. She quickly undid the tie and threw it over her shoulder. She threw him onto the bed and joined him as the springs squealed beneath them.
They next thing he saw was them passed out in the bed.
He brushed a deep red and felt his ears turn aflame.
He stood up and got dressed.
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Coraline exited the bathroom in jean shorts, blue suspenders, and a red T-shirt. She saw that Wybie had picked up and made the bed and that he was on the balcony. She walked out of the room on the balcony and stood by the railing.
"Hey."
"Hey."
Silence.
He looked over at her, her pale skin somewhat glistening in the sun and her long hair kind of waving in the wind. He caught himself staring and quickly looked away.
She sighed and reached into her pocket, pulling out a cigarette box. She opened it to reveal a lighter and a lone cigarette, she put the cigarette in mouth and lit it, shielding it from the wind with her hand. She sucked on the cancerous stick then exhaled greatly.
"I thought you quit."
"I did," she repeated the ritual but this time she made smoke rings as she exhaled,"I just can't take this."
He walked over to her,"Take what?"
She faced him,"This! This awkwardness, this knowing that I-"
"It's not your fault-"
"Yes it is! This knowing that I fucked up the best friendship I ever had all because I got boozed up and suggested we get married!"
"What if we were together?"
She looked up to see him looking down at her lovingly. He took her cigarette, dropped it, and stomped it out.
She smiled,"You ass, that was my last one."
The man started to bend down,"Well it looks like you need a new addiction."
"Aww, cant' I have two."
The lovers kissed once again, now sober and in love.