(Blind Mouse) What: GAMBLING FUN! Where: Las Vegas, Nevada When: Friday, May 2, 2008 - late evening (Posted because I can't wait any longer!) Rating: PG-13 at the most Status: Complete log.
Sean was at the airport waiting very impatiently. He and Emma had planned a weekend out in Vegas to enjoy themselves. Gamble. Drink. Gamble some more. AND more than likely drink alot more. So, there he was once again waiting for his dearest Emma. He didn't dress to impress really, just the normal Sean wear. A slick pair of Dickies to cover his legs, a casual black button up pin stripe t-shirt, with the lastly dark green neck tie loosely around his neck. The eye lined eyes closed in thought of the night, the fact she had a boyfriend now, or something like that, made his thoughts run clear. He had those feelings for this girl and everything, but he wasn't about to press onto her relationship. It was her choice, and he was going to respect his friend. It's what counted at this point. Then he was rushed back into reality with the announcing of the plane disembarking. Who the hell even came up with that saying. So he let his eyes open as he searched for his guest of honor. He really needed to get his own plane. He smiled waiting.
When Sean had suggested that they meet up in Vegas for a weekend of gambling and fun, Emma had practically jumped at the opportunity to spend time with him. In actuality, it had only been a few months since they'd seen one another but, to Emma, it felt as if it had been years. Without a thought toward anyone or anything other than getting to Nevada to spend time with one of her dearest friends, she packed a bag and hopped a flight south. The trip had been an impatient one. For over five hours, she tapped her foot, flipped hastily through half a dozen magazines, switched between listening to the in flight movie and her ipod. It seemed like she'd been in the air for days before the plane finally landed in Las Vegas, Nevada and she was almost ready to push all the other passengers out of the way during the disembark. Like Sean, Emma hadn't dressed to impress. She wore a simply, black hoodie over a bright blue, fitted t-shirt. Her favorite pair of jeans, faded and full of holes, hung low on her hips and flip flops adorned her perfectly manicured feet. The bag she'd taken aboard the flight hung loosely across her body and she shifted it a little as she made her way out of the terminal. Upon seeing Sean, though, she lost every ounce of her composure and she squealed like a girl as she ran the rest of the way and flung herself into his arms. "Oh my god, I've missed you," she muttered as she hugged him and pressed an affectionate kiss to his cheek.
Sean saw Emma and he almost lost his composure himself. He caught her with a gleeful spin. "Oh! My favoritest groupie on the planet?" He held her close and savored it. Once he finally let himself let her go. "Okay. Now that we're both here. And we're both done missing each other. Lets go get drunk." He grinned ear to ear taking her by the hand leading her off to the taxi waiting. He had a hotel room at the MGM, and it even had a two beds. In polite composure for her and him. As much as he would rather sleep with her. Though that's fine. He'd have to do. Next thing they both knew. The taxi ride was over and they were already up to the room so she can drop anything she needed to off.
There weren't words to express how happy Emma was to see Sean. She absolutely adored the boy and it was written all over her face when she stepped back and looked up at him. Some women might have been offended by being called a groupie but not Emma. She only smiled and nodded. As long as she was the favorite, she certainly wasn't about to complain. "Sounds like a plan," she grinned brightly, laughing a little when he began dragging her through the airport. After collecting her suitcase, he took her out to the waiting taxi and, in no time at all, they were at the hotel. The first thing she noticed was, of course, the additional bed. While it was a polite gesture, she found herself wondering just how well that was going to work. Even if they weren't having sex, Emma liked to sleep beside Sean. She'd just... well, they'd cross that bridge when they came to it. She wasn't going to stress over it, now. Not wanting to waste any time, she quickly tossed her suitcase onto one of the beds and pulled out a change of clothes. While her traveling attire was comfortable, it wasn't something she wanted to be waltzing around Las Vegas wearing. It was probably insensitive of her but she didn't bother with the bathroom. Sean had seen her naked many times since they'd met and she had absolutely no modesty where he was concerned. She dropped her jeans, first, then hurriedly pulled on a skirt. Her t-shirt was the next thing to be dropped hastily to the floor but it was quickly replaced with another, slightly sexier, top... one that matched the green in his tie. "So, about that getting drunk," she grinned, once her clothes were on again. "We should definitely get on that. Where're we headed, first?" If it wasn't obvious, Emma had never been to Las Vegas before and she was rather excited about getting started.
Sean grinned as he was sifting through his wallet. He had probably enough cash in his wallet for the night, and the morning for breakfast. Then he glanced over to see his date for the night stripping right there in front of him. He moved his eyes off to a different wall and bit his lip. This was going to be harder than he thought, especially with his flat out attraction to Emma. Once she was ready he spun around, his smile was happy. "First we hit the New York New York. Then we'll go from there." With that, he grabbed her hand again and lead her on the way to the taxi. And with in fifteen minutes they were in the bar, at a VIP table drinks already being served. "So we'll start here, and we'll hit the MGM, and then we'll continue to the Circus Circus. And we'll be to trashed by then." He pushed a glass to her hand and started tipping back his glass.
Emma didn't realize that she possibly should have been more modest about changing until she turned and caught a glimpse of him staring at the wall. A less secure girl might have worried about him finding her unattractive but she assumed the exact opposite. Any other time, she probably wouldn't have made it out of one set of clothes and into the other without incident. This time, though, she saw that he was doing his very best to behave. Which was something she definitely would have appreciated had she not been newly single. While she'd been quick to advertise her relationship when she and David had finally made things official, she'd told very few about the breakup. Honestly, she was ashamed of herself. She'd cheated. Usually, she would've gone straight to Sean to talk about something like that but she really didn't want him to think less of her for being unable to keep her legs closed. (Which was probably insane but it was how she felt.) Her usual smile was bright on her face when he began leading her down to the taxi. That same smile was still present when he slid her first drink of the evening into her hand. This was exactly what she needed. Nothing could sooth a broken heart better than Sean Ratcliff and a gallon of alcohol. Being in Las Vegas was just an added bonus. "Sounds like a solid plan," she grinned before turning her glass up to her head and downing half of it's contents. "There's gambling too, right?" her grinned widened. "You'll be letting me win you a lot of money tonight?" What? Emma could totally play the part of good luck charm!
"Gambling! OH YES!" Sean had not gambled in sometime. And it sounded fun. And if he won money. It'd be better. He loved money. He loved money. And he loved Emma so, three of some of his favoritest things! And more drinks were showing up. So he took up the next fruity drink and swallowed the contents in the next three gulps. But just to let his face show that he hadn't expected it to taste so strong of the alchole that was in it. It was obvious it was strong at this point. He slid the next glass for her signaling her. "Try it, it's not that bad...really." He followed with sticking his tounge out.
Emma hadn't gambled any. Not unless you counted the occasional scratch off ticket and she most definitely didn't count that. Gambling, real gambling, was cards and slot machines... you know, Vegas. When he slid another drink in her direction, she gave it a wary look. He was basically a professional drinker and he'd given it a face. Sure, it looked fruity and tasty but she was expecting it to burn her insides. "Alright," she conceded. With that, she finished the first drink he'd given her and moved to the second. Unlike him, she couldn't finish it's contents in three swallows but she did manage to put half it away before giving him a face. "Good, God," she gasped. "It's not bad but I'm sure my esophagus is now missing a layer of skin." Maybe it wasn't particularly smart for them to be drinking like it was merely water but, right now, she wasn't concerned with that. She was going to have fun and forget the events of the last couple of weeks if she had to drink a gallon.
Sean could agree with drinking probably wasn't a good idea, but right now she needed to a friend to drink with to forget her problems. And to get her head pulled into the skys. So who better to help drink her heart to it's content was something he was, well, really fucking good at. With that he waved the waitress over, though this time there was a cold brew for him, and a nice mojito for her. Once placed he took a swallow of the beer. And set his card down. After these drinks, it would be time for the casino floor. He checked his watch, and it had already been an hour since they left the hotel. What a young night as it was. With that once his card was returned. He looked to her. "Is your esophagus better? Because I would like to go gamble sooner than later...my slow drinking friend." Another time for his tounge to stick out.
"Oh, eat me, Sean," she playfully insulted, sticking her tongue out at him, too. "My esophagus is fine." As soon as the words left her mouth, though, she turned her cup up to her head and gulped down the rest of the contents. The strength of the drink caused another wince but, otherwise, she took it like a man... or, well, a women. When yet another drink was brought to the table, she gave a little sigh. At this rate, her stomach would feel sloshy before she was intoxicated. Or... maybe she was already starting to feel the effects. After taking a slow, deep breath, she took a small sip of her latest drink. "So, about that gambling?" she questioned, a silly little smirk on her face. Contrary to popular belief, Emma didn't drink all that much and she certainly didn't drink so much of so many different alcohols in such a short amount of time. They'd been intending to get her drunk and she was well on her way.
Sean tipped his bottle towards her and smiled his happy smile to her. "Then shall we hit the roulette tables?" He smiled. "Or poker tables? Black Jack?" He stood up out of the circle corner booth holding his hand out to her to help her out to his arm. He was already feeling the toxic in his stomach, pulling at his reality. It wouldn't be too long now till he was drunk. He bit his lip to her.
Emma slid to the edge of the booth, put her hand in his and stood at his side. "Roulette or Black Jack," she answered. "I'm not very good at poker. I always ended up naked when I played as a teenager." She didn't usually feel the need to hide things from Sean. While she hadn't exactly told him about her break up, her feelings on the matter hadn't really changed and she thought nothing of telling him about her less than innocent past. When they began making their way away from the table, she had to tighten her arm a little tighter than usual. While she wasn't fully intoxicated, she didn't want to appear to be a cheap drunk.
She was hardly the cheap drunk. Sean was probably the morely cheap drunk on her arm. He pulled her close to a sort because he didn't want to lose her through the crowd of people. "Roulette it is then. I have issues counting to twenty-one." He glanced over with a smile. "Whole RockStar thing ya know." He smiled lightly. Next thing they were at the roulette table. He was staring over it. "What do you think love?"
Emma and Sean both knew that he wasn't the average rock star. In her opinion, he was quite intelligent and caring and amazing and an entire list of words that would take far too long to list out. "Okay," she agreed brightly. Once they made it to the roulette table, she looked it over and realized that she didn't know exactly how the bets were made. However, there was a brief recollection of reading about a guy who'd sold everything he owned and took his money to Las Vegas and made a bet on 'Red'. Everyone had thought that he was nuts but the wheel had landed on red and he'd doubled his net worth. "Ummm... red?" she offered with a lifted brow. Yeah, if Sean was familiar with the game, he was going to have to teach her a thing or two.
"Okay. Red we'll do." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a few hundred dollars. Looked at the bills then to her with a smile. As a drink stewart walked by he set his empty bottle down and grabbed one of the many glassed filled with god knew what ever. Taking a drink, the tossed the three hundred down onto the table. "Red twenty-two" He stated. People looked at him as he made the foolish bet. Where there was almost no chance of his win. He looked to Emma with a smile. "Think we'll win doll?" Another drink taken.
Emma had only taken a few sips from her newest glass and didn't rush to exchange hers when Sean traded his bottle for... hell, she didn't even know. She couldn't identify half of what she'd already put into her body. However, she did take a sizable swallow from her own glass, then watched as he placed their bet. Again, she didn't really know the odds so she nodded and grinned brightly. "Of course, you'll win," she flirted with a grin. "I'm your lucky charm." Following his lead, she turned her glass up to her head. Maybe it was the alcohol but she was of the opinion that gambling was already fun... and Sean was definitely sexy when he gambled. Then again, she thought he was sexy all the time.
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They were now at the craps table. After a good hour and a half at roulette table he had won quite abit of money. Now they were throwing dice. And winning. Every so often he would hold the dice to her so she could blow on them. And then once again the dice would get thrown. He wasn't quite sure how much he was up. But he was winning. And he was quite good and drunk. He looked to his date, who was all smiles and giggles. Which was what he wanted. "You know what Emma, you are far too much good luck for your own good." He poked her not paying attention to his dice throw. Next thing he was hearing was that he won again. He turned his head to the all the chips. He staggered some. "What now?"
Smiles and giggles. Any probably Emma had thought that she had when she'd arrived in Vegas was long since forgotten and she was genuinely happy for the first time in days. She'd been streamlining martinis for the last hour and there was enough alcohol in her system to make her quite toasty from head to toes. To top it all off, they were winning. "Oh yeah?" she questioned, the smile on her face brightening at his compliment. Of course, he had no need to answer because more chips were being thrust in his direction. She smirked. "I think you're right. You'd better not let me get too far, your winning streak will be shattered." When he asked her what they should do next, she gave a little shrug. "I don't know... what does one do in Vegas when they've drank and gambled enough to last a life time?"
Of course though he was hammered, he wasn't not quite yet that drunk, but his better judgement was alittle shattered on it's own. As his chips were being cashed out, he looked to her with a genuin smile. Probably the only reason he was able offer the idea was due to being drunk. He leaned foward and smiled as he whispered something in her ear. Once he left her ear he smiled lightly staring into her eyes. Then he took her hand in his to show he was serious. Well, a drunken serious at least. Now it was up to her to give her response.
Better judgement? That was completely overrated. Who wanted better judgement when they could feel as good as Emma felt right now? She was practically bouncing at his side as their chips were cashed out. From the looks of things, he'd definitely done well and she couldn't have been more happy about that. Sure, none of the money belonged to her but that didn't matter. It had been entirely too much fun winning it and she was just... happy... no, she was ecstatic! When he leaned in and whispered in her ear, her entire... everything... lit up further. "BEST IDEA EVER!" she exclaimed excitedly as her hand slid into his. Maybe that was the alcohol talking... okay that was definitely the alcohol talking but, right now, she couldn't have been more... more anything at his suggestion. "Now?" she questioned, her tone suggesting that she thought that it was definitely time to move onto the next activity of the night.
"Right now!" He exclaimed. He was all smiles. Once all his money was in his hand. He didn't even count it. All he knew was there was more than his starting three hundred. And with that he pulled her through the casino. His excitement was crashign through his brain. And he wasn't sure why he was growing more excited. But he was. Soon they were leaving the MGM and he stopped quickly. He had to do one thing. Just one before they went. His hand hailed a taxi that was waiting for it's next set of passengers. He spun around to her and pulled her lips to his. Once the kiss had broke he licked his lips tasting the sweet taste from hers. "Okay now we can go." He opened the door for her to get into the cab.
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Good holy heaven, hadn't this hotel ever heard of blinds, curtains... aluminum freaking foil? With an disapproving groan, Emma squeezed her eyes closed, rolled into the body next to her and buried her face into it's chest. "Sun too bright," she whined, her voice raspy. Her lips cracked a little as she spoke and she winced. God, had she eaten a pillow in her sleep? She tried to swallow, to lick over her lips, but there was absolutely no saliva in her mouth and the motion was pretty much pointless. Her head hurt, her body ached and she was pretty sure her stomach was going to hate her if she moved too terribly much. What in the hell had she done the night before? Realizing that the details were quite fuzzy, she began going through what she could remember. She was in Las Vegas. Sean had met her at the airport. They'd spent the night gambling and drinking. (Which definitely explained why she felt the way she did.) She didn't know how they'd gotten back to their hotel room. A moment later, that thought sent her into a tizzy and she sat up abruptly, squinting against the sun, trying to make sure that she was in bed with the correct man.
Sean had heard her moving next to him. He grumbled loudly as he felt like he was being hit in his head with a hammer every thirty seconds. He rolled and hugged the pillow. "Erm...why is it so bright? Who stole our blinds. Curtains. What is going on in this place." He gagged alittle when he couldn't swallow. He had crazy cotton mouth, that was for sure. He let his eyes open slowly to look at Emma. "Morning Doll." He bit his lip. "Guess we didn't need two beds...huh..." He only guessed they slept togeather. He groaned lightly. He sat up slowly and rubbed his face. Then he saw a gold band around his left hands ring finger. All he could do is stare at his left hand.
Emma was squinting against the bright light, trying to make sure that she had, at least, ended up in bed with Sean and not some random stranger. As soon as she had that confirmed, she collapsed back into the pillows and groaned. Could she possibly feel any worse? "I guess not," came her muffled response. "How much did we drink last night?" Had she rolled over and looked at the boy she was talking to, she might have noticed the very thing that had his attention. As it was, she had her face buried into the pillow, trying to block out the way her head was pounding and the sick feeling in her stomach.
Sean said nothing else. He couldn't. He didn't get that drunk. No way. He would of remembered that. He HAD to remember that. He glanced over and looked at her. His hand reached over and took her left hand in his. He slowly raised it up and to see the, nice gold band. He could only see it. He set her hand back down. He plopped back. "Fuck me..." Was all he said. And all he did state after that was. "Look at your left hand."
Sleep. Emma needed at least ten more hours of solid sleep. That was the only true cure for a hang over... well, that and going out and getting drunk again. She didn't resist when he pulled her left hand into his. Honestly, she was so focused on her own misery that she didn't think anything of it... or the curse that followed. When he instructed her to look at her left hand, she rolled over with a groan. Her eyes stayed closed for several seconds but after she'd pulled her hand in front of her face, she opened them. Oh, shit. ... Oh, shit. She'd been teetering between sleep and consciousness but, suddenly, she felt wide awake. On impulse, she sat straight up, took his left hand into hers and just stared at his ring. "Oh, shit." It was like she was mesmerized. She couldn't look away. They hadn't... they wouldn't... they couldn't have... she would remember that... right?
After he finally got his hand back from her death grip. He sat next to her half leaning on her staring at her hand. The rather nice one diamond ring on her left hand. Man he had taste when he was drunk. But that wasn't the point. He was now a Mr. Sean Ratcliff. But he looked over at Emma and he smiled. He was glad it was Emma. Actually he was more than happy it was her. He bit his lip. "Well..what do you think?" He took her hand looking at the ring.
Good holy hell fuck... this really just couldn't get any worse. She'd gotten married. MARRIED. It was the sort of thing you heard about but it wasn't something that really happened. Real people didn't get drunk and go off to get married without remembering it. That just didn't happen. Her parents were going to kill her... and Kyle... oh, shit. "I... I think we got married," she murmured in disbelief. When he pulled her hand into his, she looked down at the ring on her hand. It was a pretty ring, everything she'd ever dreamed her engagement ring would be. She'd just always thought she would remember getting engaged... not to mention, married.
Sean looked to her with sorry eyes that it happened and that she didn't want to be married. He didn't know what to say. So he looked between his legs at the blanket, silently chewing on his lip. But Sean had to lighten the mood alittle. So he spoke. "At least you can say you married a rockstar..." He teased looking to her half smiling. "Right?" He wish he could of remembered saying at least I do. Because this was pretty special, and if they could remember it would make things alittle better.
It wasn't that Emma didn't want to be married... all of this was just very surreal. She'd gotten up this morning not remembering anything from the night before and found out that she was suddenly married. If she could remember getting that way, it would definitely make things a lot better. When he teased her softly, her expression smoothed and she even gave him a small smile. Her fingers laced with his and she gave his hand a squeeze as she leaned into his side. "You can't say the same, though." She paused. "What .. what do you think about ... all of this?"
Honestly, with Sean. He wanted Emma, and now offically, you can say that he had her. He smiled. "Honestly Emma." He started. Though he stopped to think his words out and to decide how he was going to say that he wanted to stay married. And that he had fallen in love with her over time. And that they could make it work. He squeezed her hand and looked to her. A smile across his lips. "Emma..." He placed his hand on her cheek and pulled her into a kiss. He didn't beleive the words that came out of his mouth. "I love you...and I'd be happy to stay married to you..."
Emma looked up at him when he began speaking. She didn't honestly think he would want to stay married. He was Sean Ratcliff... he could have any girl he wanted. Besides, she was certain her parents were going to push some sort of anullment. Her teeth closed softly around her bottom lip as she waited for him to answer. Before he really said anything, he pulled her into a kiss and it was second nature for her to return it. She... cared a great deal for him. At least that's what she'd been telling herself for the last little while. She would say that she merely cared for him and David, that she was oddly attached to them. She hadn't fully admitted it to herself but she loved them. Which was why there was a surge of happiness in the pit of her stomach when he told her that he loved her. That surge had been there when David had said it and it was definitely there, now. Overcome with half a dozen different emotions, she leaned in and kissed him. Actions spoke louder than words, right?
Sean pulled her into the kiss and deepened it more with his hands clutching at her sides. Though he had to break the kiss on the grounds he had to breath. He just stared at her after that. He couldn't do much more than that. That must of been a yes? "That's a yes right?" He bit his lip. He had to be crazy. They known each other for maybe eight months. Year tops. ANd now they were married. Did that mean she shared the same feelings? Had to right? He just stared into her eyes.
Emma was nodding before she could actually speak. If he really wanted to do this, they could do this. Sure, it would be difficult because they lived in different cities but they could make... It was then that she realized her thoughts mimicked thoughts she'd had before. She'd said that same exact thing when she'd agreed to date David and... just look at how that had turned out. "I love you, Sean," she admitted. When she leaned in and kissed him again she was sure to keep it short and sweet. There were things they needed to talk about. She had to be honest about this... David thing. Her lip was pinched nervously between her teeth when she pulled back to look at him. "I don't know if I'm the girl you want to stay married to, though." Before he could respond to that, she fell into a full babble. "I'm... we both know that I'm far from innocent and, all this time, I've been waiting for someone to come in and sweep me off my feet. I just... I don't think I can do a relationship. David loved me and I loved him but that still wasn't enough for me to keep my legs closed. I made myself so sick over that... and it destroyed us. I wouldn't want to do the same with us and I'm not saying that I wouldn't want to be faithful to you, I'd want it more than anything else. I'm just saying that... I'm like a whore or something." She trailed off when she realized that she'd just dumped a whole lot of information on him. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love you and I would happily fight to stay married to you but I'm not sure you want to call someone like me your wife." It had only been a few weeks and it was safe to say that Emma was still beating herself up for cheating on David. This was supposed to be a very happy moment but she wanted him to know just what kind of person he had at his side.
Emma baby." He started. "Thank you for telling me. Now I know what was wrong." He spoke carefully. "Now. Am I David?" He waited for her to say no. "Do I look worried about us living in different states?" She waited for her to say no again. "Now I'm saying this once. And only once. If you don't want to cheat on me, then you wont. Simple as that." He nodded as he leaned towards her planting a soft kiss on her forehead. "So simply to make you feel better about keeping your legs closed. I'll just have to make sure I give it to you better that average." With that said he smiled pulling her close to hold her. "We have alot worse things to worry about than all that anyways right now." He said rocking her slightly. "Like our parents. And my manager. And the tabloids. And all my freak fans." he shook his head. "But we'll be fine. And I'd rather have you as my wife than any one else."
Emma shook her head at his questions. No, he wasn't David and he didn't look worried. Honestly, he was quite calm, all things considered. Most guys wouldn't have been taking this nearly as well. After all, it wasn't normal to wake up married. While, she didn't exactly agree with what he was saying, she didn't argue. She hadn't wanted to cheat on David. She hadn't gone looking else where because he was incapable of pleasing her. It had just happened. There'd been alcohol and this very charming guy but she hadn't wanted to cheat. Hell, she hadn't even realized that she had cheated until the next morning. She didn't struggle when he pulled her close. If anything, she melted into him and clung a little. "My parents are going to fight this," she stated simply. "They're going to push for me to get this annulled. I'm almost certain of that." Hearing that he didn't instantly think she was some sort of horrible person helped to calm her and she was willing to focus on all the rest for a while. "The tabloids... and your fans. Marriage is a matter of public record, right? I wonder how many people knew before we did..."
Sean held his new wife. And he was happy to hold her. Then she mentioned her parents. And that was surely not going to end well. He didn't want to put an itch with her parents and her. That's not right. But he'd survive with them hating him. His own parents hated him and his career choice. And that he didn't want to go to school to be a doctor or a lawyer. "We'll just have to deal with it as the times come." He looked to her and stole a kiss off her lips. He smiled to show he wasn't worried. To change the mood a little. "So what are you going to do? Keep your last name? Take mine on? Have both?" He teased lightly. "And to my undying fans? They'll still be fans regardless. Just sad that I will not be able to fuck them. Because I'd be to busy having sex with my wife." He smiled poking her nose softly.
"Yeah..." she agreed softly. When compared to her sisters, Emma had always been the bad daughter. She was the one that got caught sneaking out of her bedroom window or sneaking boys into it... the one that got caught making out with the boy next door when she was really supposed to be taking out the trash. Out of all the things she'd ever done, though, this topped the list and she didn't see her family taking it very well. Sure, she was their promiscuous party girl but she didn't run off to Vegas and get married. Not until now, at least. She wasn't really worried about her parents hating Sean but she was almost certain they might refuse to talk to her when she didn't do exactly what they wanted her to do. Her head was resting against his chest but she turned her face up and returned his kiss. The question that followed wasn't really a difficult one. Regardless of her behavior, she was quite a traditionalist. "I... I guess I'm taking your name," she answered softly. "That's what I always thought I would do." Her face brightened a little at his teasing and she scrunched up her nose when he poked it. "Yes," she kind of chuckled. "I can't wait to see what the message boards say about me." She paused briefly. "So, do you think many people know, yet?"
Sean had no idea. But he knew best how quick things spread when it was him. He shrugged. "Who knows doll. We'll know soon enough then. Now wont we." He smiled. He expected US Weekly and People to have it in their next weeks issues. But he wouldn't say that. He didn't want her to be uneasy. He smiled a little more brightly laying back with her cuddling close to her. "We'll be okay today. Tomorrow. And for as long as we are together." He kissed the crook of her neck and nuzzled softly. "Now to sleep these hangovers away." With that he let his eyes close softly.
Emma had only known Sean for a few months and even she knew how quickly news could spread when it involved him. Regardless of the celebrity, drunken nuptials in Vegas was a huge deal. Honestly, she wouldn't have been surprised to hear that they had already made the entertainment file of some talk show or news program. When they leaned a little further into the pillows, she hitched the blankets up around her shoulders. "Yeah," she agreed softly, allowing her eyes to close. "That's probably a good idea." She probably should've called her sister or her best friend but, right now, she didn't really want to deal with any of that. She'd make the appropriate phone calls when she'd slept a few more hours.