Ah, Las Vegas, the perfect place to unwind after all the preparations of SummerSlam. Not that it wasn't worth it, he had recaptured the Intercontinental Championship and his best friend Roman Reigns had liberated the Universal Championship from the man that had been holding it hostage for far too long. Tuesday afternoon had him, Roman, Dean, Dolph, Drew, Baron, Tyler and Finn all getting on a plane from New York to Vegas and getting rooms at The Bellagio hotel. It was a little more expensive than they usually traveled but they deserved a few days vacation at a great hotel after all of the hard work that went into SummerSlam.

They arrived in time to have dinner together at a nice restaurant near the hotel before going their separate ways, all of them tired after the flight or at least that was Seth's excuse. He really just wanted some time to himself to unwind, take a long hot bath to soothe his muscles, maybe watch some Netflix or play some games and sprawl on the luxurious king size bed in his suite and just be lazy.

He woke up in the morning refreshed and ready to start his vacation. He went down to the hotel gym before breakfast and wasn't surprised to see Roman already there and working with the weights and after a quick hello, he hit the treadmill for a good run. After the gym, he showered, changed and went down for breakfast joining Finn and Drew at their table. Eventually everyone else tricked down for breakfast and they spent the rest of the day doing touristy things and sightseeing.

That night they hit the clubs for some drinking and dancing. It didn't take long to find girls willing to dance so he, Dolph, Finn and Tyler danced the night away while the others were content to stay at their table and drink and flirt with the girls that came their way. They split up around 1:00 am and some went back to the hotel while others wanted to keep the party going. He sat in the back of the cab next to Roman with the window rolled down and let the breeze blow through his hair and cool his sweaty body as he watched the lights on The Strip go by.

He was tired and clear headed by the time they got back to the hotel since he didn't drink much at the club, sticking mostly to water while he danced. He said goodbye to the guys, went in his room and stripped out of his clothes before flopping on the bed and falling asleep.

The next night they went to a strip club and watched the sexy girls dance for them. They drew a bit of a crowd and he slipped off to the bar while Roman was getting a very enthusiastic lap dance and ordered himself a drink and then another. Dean followed him and they started playing a drinking game. He didn't know why but he kept drinking until his sudden bad mood was gone and he was feeling really, really good.

Seth groaned as he woke up. Even though his eyes were closed, the sun streaming through the windows hurt his eyes and his brain. He fumbled around on the bedside table to try and find the remote control to close the blinds but he couldn't find it with his eyes still closed. He tried to open his eyes but they wouldn't budge and he cursed Dean for letting him drink so much last night. He tried again and managed to finally open them as he reached again for the remote but he was distracted by the sunlight gleaming off of his finger and shining directly into his eyes. He blinked in confusion at his finger and wondered why it was shiny and as his eyes focused, he saw that there was a ring on his finger. It was a very pretty silver band with little grooves around the top and bottom and it was on his left ring finger and it almost looked like a wedding band...

His body went cold and his heart started racing as he tried to remember what happened last night but he couldn't remember leaving the strip club. He didn't remember coming back to his room and he sure as hell didn't remember getting married! Maybe he'd found the ring and put it on as a joke or something, he definitely didn't end up having a quickie wedding in Vegas with a stripper he met at the club. That kind of thing only happened in cheesy romance movies.

Suddenly an arm came around him from behind and he felt someone snuggle into him but when he looked at the arm, he expected to see a slim feminine arm not a large, muscular arm with a very distinctive, unmistakable Samoan tattoo. He breathed a sigh of relief knowing that he didn't get married last night, that he must have just gotten drunk and Roman had brought him back to his room. Why Roman didn't go back to his own room a few doors down didn't even enter his mind as he rolled over and prepared to laugh about what he had thought about with Roman when he glanced down at Roman's left hand and saw a matching silver wedding band on his finger. The smile melted off his face as he officially entered panic mode.

*Sorry it's taken so long for me start writing again, I've wanted to but I've been pretty depressed this year and my Dad found out in late July that he has colon cancer. He's had radiation and chemotherapy and is waiting on surgery so he's been staying with me while we wait and the doctors say there is a very good chance that he'll be fine soon. Then we found out about Joe's leukemia and once I had some time to process that, I wanted to write something sweet and romantic for my OTP. I'm probably a bit rusty but I hope to get back into things and write something nice.