#8 Parker – Vegas Morning

REQUIRED WARNING: While nothing is explicitly described, the implications in this drabble can be considered repulsive to some. Please carefully consider the title and crossover series before continuing.






Parker woke to a throbbing head and an unfamiliar hotel room.

Sitting up, he blinked a bit in confusion.

Oh. Right. Spring Break in Vegas. And from the light snoring coming from under the covers next to him, he had once again got lucky.

His grin vanished at the sight of the ring. And the oh-so-legal document on the nightstand.

No. It couldn’t be. He struggled to remember the previous evening. Just how drunk had he been?

With sinking heart, he flipped back the covers.

“Hello darling.” the Duchess (now Mrs. Parker Abrams) cooed to her new husband.