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Never get drunk in Vegas	By : jaymclg Category: Individual Celebrities > Zac Efron Views: 3245 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I have never met nor do I know Nikki Blonsky, Zac Efron, Shia LaBeouf, Megan Fox or any other famous people. I own the plot and any characters of my own creation. I make no profit is for entertainment and is fiction none of this happene

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
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Never Get Drunk In Vegas
Shia moaned as he felt his head throb something god-awful, not being able to remember having suffered a hangover of this magnitude since his split from Sarah after he found her fucking one of his friends. The bright sunlight did not help matters either. Shia wanted to puke his guts out before curling up in a ball in a very dark room never to resurface again just as long as the sick feeling in his gut and the pounding in his skull would go away.
Fuck, he dreaded to think where he was or worse yet whose bed he was currently occupying. Ending up in the bed of a stranger was never a good thing, especially if you were drawing a blank about the previous evening’s events. Worse yet you cannot possibly know what diseases or infections they are or are not carrying on them.
Shia slowly lifted his left hand to his head to rub it against his temple and moaned only to frown and stop in mid movement as the early morning sun flood through the curtains, which he had obviously neglected to shut the previously night. He caught something gleam brightly out of the corner of his eye, leading to Shia thinking he must be hallucinating or maybe he was still drunk, as there was no way in hell that he was seeing a golden wedding band on his left ring finger all for things for real.
Shia’s eyes bugged as he brought his hand up closer to his face to get a better look at what he had seen out of the corner of his eye. The ring was not going anywhere, even after doing a double take, squinting his eyes shut tightly, shaking his head rapidly, or closing and reopening his eyes repeatedly. It was almost like the evil looking little golden shackle was mocking him.
He practically shot up in bed, moaned and recoiled as his head protested the action of sitting up too fast. If he had not balanced his hands against the mattress he would have fallen right back into the pillows. One of his hands clutched his stomach as he doubled over and had to take several deep breaths to stop from throwing up as he felt as if his stomach had just rebelled against him and turned itself upside down.
Shia stared in horror having never felt such horror in his life, not even when he had crashed his car and ended up being tossed and threw about only to finally land upside down. No this was worse, much worse, even if most people would have said otherwise. He moaned aloud, only to quickly place his left hand over his mouth and freeze as he felt someone shift in the bed next to him. Oh, Jesus H fucking Christ he was not alone, oh not good in the least, no fucking way. He knew without having to turn that the person who had just moved was no doubt his new wife, the very thought made him cringe.
The only way this could be worse was if he was married to some stranger who he never met in his life. Either that, or if he was naked meaning the marriage was surely consummated, meaning he would not be able to get an annulment but have to get divorced instead. He did not want to have to take a fucking trip to see his lawyer about a divorce before he had even a chance to make the bastard marriage work. However, hell, he had figured that would have come into play in another ten years or so not fucking there and then. Damn it, he was not ready for marriage he was only twenty three for crying out loud.
Shia lifted the blanket enough to look, only to quickly drop it as if burnt or he had received a nasty shock, in a way he had received a shock. He was naked, meaning it was the divorce court for him. ‘Fucking kiss annulment bye, bye, LaBeouf, you fucking idiot’, he thought sourly. Just as his thoughts were about to turn even more down the sour route he suddenly went rigid as the woman next to him started to move about even more. Her breathing pattern had shifted in pitch, clearly indicating that she was definitely in the process of waking.
Shia took a deep breath and decided he needed to find out whom he had unwittingly made the new Mrs. LaBeouf. He figured better now than later on when she woke and started freaking out. He took another deep breath, bracing himself for the worst. He slowly turned to face the other side of the bed and what he saw made him do a double take. He felt his jaw drop and his eyes bug, his mind screamed, “Oh no, no way, oh crap.
There slowly starting to wake as she blinked and covered her eyes from the blinding sun and clutched her head and moaned in pain, was Nikki Blonsky. He knew the moment she had noticed him staring at her, staring in horror.
Nikki wanted to die there was no two ways about it she felt like someone had repeatedly taken a sledgehammer to her head and pounded the hell away. Obviously she had drunk more then she should have the night before. She and alcohol had never been the best of friends, through that obviously had not stopped her from drinking enough to render her wondering where she was, not being able to remember how she got to bed the previous evening was not something Nikki made a habit of.
She squinted as the sun continued to blind her and lifted a hand to her eyes, moaning in pain from the awful pounding in her skull. God she felt ill she seriously did and could not help but wonder what she was thinking drinking as much as she suspected she had the previous evening. Why do this to herself knowing the following morning always held very painful mind splitting consequences.
She turned her head slightly hopping to discover where she was, hopping she was not sleeping in some stranger’s bed, that being the last thing she could stand or tolerate, especially right then. What she discovered was much worse than some stranger, at least in her opinion it was. She came face to face with a horrified and pained looking Shia LaBeouf. What the hell right did he have to look at her in horror, that was exactly what the expression painted on his face was, sheer undisguised horror.
Nikki sat up quickly, instantly regretting it when her head protested and she felt her stomach do a flip. Oh god, she was going to puke and quickly bolted from the bed, unaware she was currently as naked as the day she was born. She knew immediately, knew she was not in the set of rooms that she shared with Zac. She had to take potluck on finding the bathroom before she emptied her stomach all over the hotel’s pale crème and plush looking carpet.
Luckily for her she managed to find the bathroom and brace herself on her knees and leaned over the toilet bowl as she released the contents of her stomach rapidly, it hurt her throat and head so much that she felt tears come into her eyes. After five minutes of emptying her guts she still felt no relief, if anything she felt worse and her mouth tasted and felt like shit.
Suddenly there come a knock on the door and when she did not answer Shia called out quietly, “Blonsky, I’ve got one of the hotel’s dressing gowns as I take it you’ve not realised that you’re starkers.” He added sighing wearily, “I also got a glass of water and painkillers for when you want them. We also need to talk, although I take it you have not seen your left hand, I recommend you do it will make what we need to talk about obvious.” He concluded, “If you’re kneeling or lying down, then you might want to remain there, especially after you look at your hand.”
Nikki frowned, wondering what he meant as she carefully lifted her left hand to her face. The sight that met her had her leaning over the toilet to emptying her stomach again. Her mind screamed in disbelief and horror, horror as she realised why LaBeouf had told her to remain where she was. She was married, married to Shia LaBeouf of all people, this was bad, very bad.
Fifteen minutes later she managed to stop being sick and wiped her mouth before flushing the toilet. She staggered to her feet and made her way over to the sink and turned on the cold tap. She cupped her hands and let the water flow into them and lifted and brought them up to her face. Lastly she rinsed out her mouth before turning off the tap and reached out for the nearest towel and patted her face dry.
She looked up into the mirror on the wall above the sink and grimaced at her reflection. Christ, did she look like shit, her hair was a mess, sticking up in all directions. She looked as sickly as she felt and there were black circles underneath her eyes where her makeup smeared during the night, in short she looked terrible and hated looking like she did.
She called out to Shia, “LaBeouf leave the dressing gown by the door and I’ll meet you in the lounge area.” Shia called back, “You’ve got five minutes then I want you in the lounge I found a marriage certificate and licence.” He added before leaving the dressing gown outside the door, “I also ordered coffee and juice from room service I didn’t dare order food, thought made me want to gag I suspect you feel the same.”
Oh yeah, didn’t she just, at least she was not the only one who felt ill. She was willing to wager anything that LaBeouf was just as hung over as she was. Although she did suspect he was better at holding onto the contents of his stomach even hung over, but knew that would not be the case if he had ordered the food.
Nikki sighed not looking forward to the up and coming conversation, through at least LaBeouf was not acting like an asshole, on the other hand she figured that had the potential to change as soon as they started talking. She and he just seem to clash for some reason as was proven before dinner the previous evening when Sarah was mentioned and LaBeouf proved he no more trusted women then she had trust him to not flirt with her.
Five minutes later Nikki quickly grabbed the dressing gown left outside the door for her and secured the belt around her waist before quickly making her way back to the bedroom and redressed in the dress she wore the night before and grabbed her shoes and clutch. She then made her way towards the lounge where Shia was laying across one of the couches dressed in a pair of boxer shorts and a wife beater and nothing else, looking awful in Nikki’s opinion.
She took note that his left hand was covering his eyes and swallowed hard as she took note of the plain golden band that encircled his left ring finger. She looked down at her own left hand to find an identical if not slightly thinner band. The sight of the matching wedding bands on her and LaBeouf’s ring fingers made something unpleasant turn over inside of her stomach. This was honestly worse then what she had considered to be the worst case scenario to what she could have imagined waking up to when she got ready the previous evening.
Shia mumbled quietly and groggily without moving his hand from his eyes as he heard her bare feet against the plush carpet, “Glass of water, painkillers, Marriage licence and certificate is on the table in front of the couch, come join the hell that is this latest fuckup, not that we have much of a fucking choice here mind you.” He sounded beyond pissed there was no mistaking the hard crisp tone.
Nikki could not help but smirk at hearing the last part, he was right, what a fuck up indeed and definitely no choice was also unfortunately correct. She was certain both of them had done some seriously off the wall crazy shit in their time, him in particular, although she was certain neither had ever dabbled in marriage before.
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