Jail Time
It started out with poker, Peter remembered that much - they'd gotten into a tournament and done very well for themselves, between Carol's skills and his own senses they'd managed to climb their way up high enough in the rankings to end up with their very own suite to enjoy before the next round of play - which they had made very good use out of, enjoying the mini bar maybe a little too much. And one thing lead to another and suddenly freeing the animals of Vegas seemed like a really great idea.
Great enough that he'd drunkenly declared to Carol that they would get them all when they seemed to have somehow found themselves encouraged by a sequins and leather Elvis to not only don Sonny and Cher costumes, but also get hitched. "You're in Vegas!" He told them. "Come on, what are you two waiting for? Everybody loves a story like this."
And after that everything was all kind of a blur, there were flamingos and a monkey, and maybe a tiger? Peter really hoped they hadn't set a tiger loose. But he definitely remembered the stripes. And then the next thing he knew he and Carol were some of the most fashionable residents at Las Vegas County lock up.
"How much of that do you remember?" He asked her, holding his head between his hands wincing at the pain of it as he tried to remember what had happened and how exactly they'd ended up here.