What Happened in Vegas
Chapter 4 - We did...
Book: Open Heart (Book 2)
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Some suggestive content, limited/not explicit.
Category: Series - AU
Words: 4,575
Series Summary: Casey & her roommates are heading to Vegas, intent on taking down Declan Nash and Panacea, but this time, Dr. Ethan Ramsey is in tow.
Chapter 4: Their hangover was cured quickly when they woke up to shocking news that neither could recall, so what happens next? Ethan & Casey retrace their steps in hopes of something sparking a memory and make some revelations along the way.
A/N: Hey everyone, the dog, the child, and Kevin McCarthy were not stopping me from finishing this today! 😂 Quick note, the laws regarding getting married in Vegas are pretty lax, but you can't merely walk into a chapel and get married, but I took creative liberties. I hope you enjoy the story.
@choicesjanuarychallenge - Day 4 - Self-Reflection
Artwork for this chapter by the lovely @/artbyainna.
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"MARRIED?"
Moving wasn’t a consideration, so he didn’t even try; after all, it felt as if his bones had turned into lead. Shock was apparent in his voice, but his face was devoid of emotion. Perhaps his flesh was now immobile, too. After this news, anything was possible.
MARRIED.
With the two doctors rendered speechless, the word hung in the air, clanging like a chime in Casey’s ears as she frantically paced the room.
"I know!" She finally replied with a nervous giggle and a racing heart. “It can’t be! It’s impossible! Right?”
Panicking, she silently prayed that this was a joke. After so much turmoil, she and Ethan were finally in a good place. Yes, they had to remain a secret for now, but they were in love and happy. She was confident they had a future together. Yet she was intimately acquainted with every brick she had to dismantle in the wall that had surrounded Ethan’s heart, and she was certain this would have him rushing to rebuild.
"We were so drunk!" she insisted. "They wouldn't issue a marriage license to anyone in that condition…. Would they?"
"I… I…," he stammered. "It is Vegas."
"Look, it’s OK," she attempted to assure. “Everything is fine. Like you said, it’s Vegas… right? Vegas. We can’t possibly be the first couple to drunkenly get hitched. If you can get married in a day, I’m sure you can get an annulment in a day, too, right?”
“I…I’m not sure it works that way.”
“It has to!” She yelled, pulling her phone from her purse. “I’m Googling it right now! You should too.”
But Ethan still couldn't bring himself to move, and the longer he remained in this comatose state, the more unraveled Casey became.
“Ethan!” She yelled, finally causing him to jump. “Take out your goddamn phone!”
“Casey, I think we should….”
“GOOGLE IT!!!”
He knew Casey was right; action was needed. And the first thing he needed to do was to get his girlfriend… uh… wife?… to stop hyperventilating. Gently grasping her shoulder, he pulled her close and kept her in place despite her attempts to squirm away.
“Casey, Casey!” he hollered. “You have to take a breath! We’ll figure this out, but panicking won’t solve anything. Who knows if this is even legitimate?”
“I don’t know,” she worried. “It looks legit.”
“Does it say where this took place?”
“At the Blue Bell Chappel.”
“OK, we have a starting point. Let me call them.”
Casey sat at the foot of the bed as he rapidly dialed.
“Hello, you have reached the Blue Bell Chappel of Love… if you’re hearing this message, we’re making someone’s dreams come true….”
“Or maybe their nightmare!” Ethan muttered.
“Please leave your name and number, and we’ll call you back as soon as they say I do!”
As Ethan left a detailed message just as Casey let out a scream. Clenching his eyes, Ethan turned around with trepidation.
“That can’t be good. What else did we do? Rob a bank? Take a hostage?”
“No. But apparently, you sprung for Blue Bell’s triple diamond package because our ceremony was recorded.”
“Recorded? How… how do you know that?”
Casey tossed her phone in his direction like it was a hot potato. “Because it’s posted on their website!”
“It’s post… it’s posted….”
“Not only posted, but we’re the freaking ‘Couple of the Week’!”
“No,” he breathed. Moments away from hyperventilating, he fought to keep his composure. “Did you see it?”
“NO!” she shrieked. “NO! We have to have it taken down! What if someone else sees this?”
Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose, relieved to hear his phone ring.
“Ethan Ramsey,” he answered.
“Hello, Mr. Ramsey. This is Edna from the Blue Bell Chapel. You left a….”
“EDNA! I think… I think I may have gotten married there last night.”
“You think?” Edna quipped. “I’d assume that’s the sort of thing someone would remember, don’t ya think?”
“Not if they are completely inebriated! And if your establishment actually allowed us to be wed in that state, I assure you, I will have a lawyer on this.”
“Mr. Ramsey, I…”
“DOCTOR Ramsey!” he corrected.
“Not the time to worry about your title, Ethan!” Casey scolded. “Just get them to take the ceremony down!”
“The cer, the cer… YES! I need you to take that down IMMEDIATELY! I insist!”
“You insist?” Edna asked. “Last night you insisted we put it up! You said you wanted the whole world to see it!”
“I WAS DRUNK, EDNA! And now, sober Ethan Ramsey is telling you, you NEED to get rid of that recording!”
“Fine… I’ll delete it.”
“NO!” Ethan gasped. “I said take it down from your webpage… I didn’t say delete it!”
“Why are you so… Wait, what’s going on here? One of you isn't married to someone else, are you? Cause we got laws about those things. Even here in Vegas!”
“No! I’m not married. Well, I might be now. I… I don’t know.”
“Listen, why don’t you come down here? You can watch the ceremony, and maybe being here will jog your memory. But I’m telling you: you and your pretty lady sure weren’t acting like a couple who didn’t want to get married. Come on down. It can’t hurt.”
“I guess it’s a start. We’ll head over now.”
Casey stood next to him with pleading eyes. “Tell me it's all a misunderstanding. We're not married, right?”
“It… it appears we are. Why don’t we head down there, try to piece this thing together… and take it from there?”
Casey diverted her eyes, nodding slowly as she felt the gravity of the situation sinking in. Ethan slipped his hand in hers and started toward the door, but she pulled him back.
“Wait!” she blurted. “Before we go… I have to ask...”
“What is it?”
“Ethan, you’re… you’re not going to break up with me, are you?” she asked with a quivering voice.
“What?” he asked, brow furrowed in confusion as she stood, practically shaking, before him.
“I don’t remember this either. You know that, right? I wasn’t trying to trick you into anything….I hope you know...."
“Casey!” He cupped her face in his hands and brushed away an errant tear. “The thought never even crossed my mind. And why would I break up with you?”
“Because you were terrified to even date me, and marriage… you don’t even believe in marriage. But you know I do. So I don’t want you to get spooked and call things off.”
Ethan's heart sank, and those bones he believed had turned to lead now dissolved into jelly. His body slumped as guilt coursed through his veins. Of course she was frightened; given their history, she’d be a fool not to be.
“Casey, baby,” he whispered. “Whatever happened last night, we were both there, we’re both responsible, and we’ll handle it together. I don’t blame you, and I’m not going anywhere.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, pulling him close.
“One hundred percent. I love you. It took me a long time to admit it, I know, but I am exactly where I want to be. You don’t have to worry…” he smiled gently. “… not about me leaving you, anyway.”
“OK,” she smiled. “I feel a little better.”
“Good. So, can we go?”
“Yes! Please!”
~~~~~
Though they never let go of each other’s hand, the ride to the chapel was filled with tension. Nary a word was uttered until the silence was broken by a stream of unladylike curses falling from Casey’s lips.
“It's Sienna,” she mouthed as she answered her phone. As cheerful as could be, she was about to deliver another stellar performance. It may have taken a little work, but she convinced her inquisitive friend that she was fine... just needed to clear her head, so being with her med school friends was a great distraction. Once she assured her she’d be back for the roommate's celebratory dinner, Sienna relented. But while her best friend may have felt better, Casey only felt guilt.
“I hate lying to her,” Casey sighed.
“I understand, but these are extraordinary circumstances….”
“I don’t mean just now,” Casey snapped. “I’ve hated lying to her about us all along.”
He lifted her hand to his lips and gently kissed her knuckles. He was about to impart some Ramsey-level wisdom when Casey gasped.
“Oh my God! I remember this,” she screamed. “Driver! Are we near the chapel?”
“Sure are! Just a couple of blocks away.”
“Ethan, we have to get out!”
“Here? Are you insane? It’s 102 in the shade today!”
“I don't care! I remember that taco stand from last night. We were driving by, and I said I was hungry and wanted a taco.”
Ethan’s eyes went wide. “You did! And I told the driver to let us out… he hesitated because the security guard told him to make sure we got to our hotel….”
“…. but we insisted we were sober enough to walk the rest of the way! I don’t care if it’s hot. We have to get out!”
Ethan shaded his eyes as he exited the cab, looking for anything that looked familiar. “Some of this is coming back to me.”
“Me too! Now, buy me a taco.”
He turned to her with a scrunched nose, “Are you serious?”
“As a heart attack! If we’re reenacting this thing, it’s go big or go home. Now, get out your wallet and buy me a taco!”
“Considering that we apparently got married last night, I think we already went big, but sure,” he grabbed his wallet. “What kind of taco would you like.”
One hand cradled her elbow as the other rubbed her chin. She studied the menu as intensely as she had studied for the MCATs years before. After several minutes passed, Ethan’s patience was wearing thin.
“Casey! There are eight choices! How long do you need?”
“Ethan! I take my tacos very seriously!”
“I understand,” he exasperated. “But considering the other rash decisions we’ve made in the past 24 hours, this choice seems to pale in comparison.”
Both of their heads turned to the chuckling old man working behind the counter.
“Is something funny?” Ethan asked.
“It’s just that you two sound exactly like you did last night!”
“Wait!” Casey yelled. “Did you serve us last night?”
“Sure did,” he grinned, "and you were just as undecided then.”
“Was I just as irritated?” Ethan smirked.
“You? Nah! You were clinging to her and slobbering all over her shoulder. I don’t think you had a care in the world.”
Ethan ran a hand down his reddened face. “Oh, my God.”
“Oh really?” Casey teased. “So he was being nicer to me then, was he?”
“You can say that,” the man nodded.
“Do you remember what I ended up ordering?”
“You went with the fish taco. And then,” he hesitated, his cheeks turning a bright shade of crimson. “You know what… nevermind.”
“NO!” Casey insisted. “Please! See, we don’t remember everything that happened last night, and we’re trying to retrace our steps, hoping something will jog our memory. Please! We can take it, whatever it is.”
He seemed to squirm as he rubbed the back of his neck, carefully eyeing Ethanto to gauge his potential reaction. Ever the diagnostician, Ethan picked up on it at once and moved to reassure him.
“Please, it could really help us. I don’t care what it is.”
“Well,” he quivered, “you said that you were usually the one who wanted a fish taco, but you didn’t get it at a taco stand….”
Casey held up her hand, unsure if she wanted to laugh or cry. “OK, STOP! Stop! Say no more! We get the idea.”
Ethan quietly slipped on his sunglasses as if they would help him disappear.
“That… doesn’t sound like something I’d say…” he muttered.
“Well, you weren’t exactly sober, pal.”
Ethan turned to Casey in desperation. “Have you settled on a fish taco, so we can leave with a shred of our dignity?”
“It’s Vegas,” Casey shrugged, “no one really has dignity.”
He slapped a few bills on the counter, wondering if it was possible to die of mortification “One fish taco, please!” He couldn’t get away fast enough.
With Casey completely engrossed with her taco, they walked side-by-side to the chapel.
“You know,” she mumbled with a full mouth and messy hands. “On the way back, we should pick up more of these. They’re delicious!”
Ethan shook his head with a chuckle. “Only you would make tacos a priority right now.”
“Hey, when all else fails… tacos are always there for me,” she grinned. But the grin disappeared when she found herself in front of a towering sigh. “Oh, shit. The scene of the crime!”
“The Blue Bell Chapel,” Ethan groaned. “You know, I never pictured myself getting married, but if I ever would have, this is the last place it would be.”
“Well, like the old man said, you weren’t exactly sober. In fact…”
“In fact, what? Do you remember something?”
“YES!” She blurted. “We were walking here, arm-in-arm, and you were laughing… you kept saying how much you loved Vegas, and I reminded you that you hated Vegas.”
“… and I said I didn’t hate it tonight… then we kissed….”
“… and you stumbled and nearly dragged me down with you! We almost crashed into a bride and groom running out of the chapel!”
“YES!” Ethan exclaimed. “And while you apologized, you tripped... and your taco fell to the ground….”
“An absolute tragedy!”
“You apologized to the bride again, and she said not to worry but asked you to take a picture!”
“I took the picture,” Casey said, “I can only imagine how bad it was considering I could barely see straight.”
“Then we waved them off together! I think…” Ethan snapped his fingers.
“You think what?” Casey demanded.
“I may have thrown popcorn at them as they departed.”
“You were definitely drunk! But I remember they were such a cute couple!”
“OK… I’m remembering….”
“Oh my God, so am I!”
Casey couldn’t contain her excitement as the car drove away. Waving frantically, she jumped up and down, coming perilously close to falling.
“They are so cuuuuuuute! Ethan, aren’t they cuuuuuuute?”
But Ethan had lost all interest in the departing couple. His eyes were fixed on his girlfriend’s… uh… assets… as she bounced away.
“Uh… yeah, cute! So… so cute….” he sputtered.
“Are we that cute, Ethan?” Casey asked, falling into his arms with a grimace. “I don’t know if we’re that cute.”
“What? We’re cuter!” He insisted.
“We are?”
“Yes… and… and sexier, too!” Lifting his arms to show off his muscles, he spun around on unsteady legs. “Look at me! This… is… sexy!”
Casey only stopped laughing long enough to wolf-whistle, then she shimmied seductively in his direction.
"Am I sexy too?" she asked.
Ethan didn’t answer with words, but the lecherous smile on his lips as his hands began to run over her every curve provided all the answers she needed.
An elderly couple passing by appeared to be equal parts entertained and repulsed by the tipsy couple. The man laughed and yelled, “Get a room!”
“But have him put a ring on that hand first,” his wife winked, and they were on their way.
Casey let out a long sigh. “I did make it entirely too easy for you, didn’t I?”
“What do you mean?” Ethan asked, still pawing at her.
“I was always there when you wanted me… always waiting,” she slurred. Pulling back, she grabbed his face and ran her hands through his hair. “But I loved you, Ethan,” she said far more earnestly. “I loved you all along.”
He looked at her intently, with a thoughtful expression on his face. He couldn’t get over how beautiful she was, not only tonight but always. And not just physically, but in every possible way. She waited for him. She was willing to lie to her best friend for him. And she loved him like he’d never been loved before.
“Ethan,” Casey laughed, shaking him back to reality. “What are you thinking?”
“Marry me.”
Casey appeared shocked but was certain it was a joke. “Sure, let’s just mosey in here and get hitched.” she laughed. She took his hand and began to drag him away from the chapel, but he tugged at her arm, stopping her in her tracks.
“That’s what I'm suggesting. Let's do it."
She looked at him as if he had lost his mind, even in an inebriated state. She knew this didn’t sound like Ethan.
“OK, jokes over,” she smirked. “Let’s go.”
“I’m not joking,” he insisted. “I love you… you love me… I never want to be without you, and look!” He pointed dramatically toward the chapel door. “We stopped here. Not in front of a burger joint, or a strip club, or a casino, but here. It’s a sign, Casey.”
“You’re serious?”
“I am,” he suddenly dropped to both knees and let out a small yelp. "I’m serious. Marry me, Casey!”
Her confused look on her face disappeared, replaced with a smile that rivaled the lights on The Strip; she pulled him to his feet and flung her arms around his neck.
“Let’s do it!” She beamed. “Yes! Let’s do it!”
“So,” Casey swallowed. “That was how it happened.”
“It appears so.”
“But, we were so drunk," she whined. "Aren’t there laws against marrying people in that condition?”
“It’s Vegas, Case. I don’t think that matters much.”
“Well,” she swallowed. "Let’s go inside and face the music… or at least Edna.”
~~~~~
Casey clung to Ethan’s arm as they entered. Both were rendered speechless by the blend of gauche Grecian and Baroque décor surrounding them.
“I swear to God, if a cupid comes flying out at us,” Ethan grumbled.
“You’re right," Casey laughed. "This is the last place on earth that you’d get married.”
“I’d assume the same would be true for you?” he asked with a raised brow.
“Nah, I’m way more fun than you. This was always a possibility for me.”
They did their best to keep the mood light, but they were disappointed. The tacky décor may have garnered laughs, but it didn’t spark a single memory. Luckily for them, their conversation with Edna did glean some insight. For example, Ethan had, in fact, sprung for the triple diamond package, as Casey had suspected.
“You insisted… only the best for your bride,” Edna assured. “In fact, I was going to call you two today. You were in such a hurry to get out of here you left this behind.”
Casey reached over the counter and took a small blue gift bag from Edna’s hands.
“What is this?”
“All part of the package. Your wedding album and a link to the recording of your ceremony… don’t worry… it’s passcode protected now; the passcode’s in there. There is also a gift certificate for a cake from Sinful Sweets.”
“I do like cake,” Casey replied, almost sadly.
Edna looked between the two inquisitively.
“You know, for what it’s worth, you two are the last couple I expected to see back here with buyer remorse… and I’ve been doing this for a long time. I thought you were really in love….”
“We are in love,” Casey defended. “We just…”
“… weren’t planning on getting married,” Ethan finished.
“Well, if you were drunk, the state of Nevada allows you to get an annulment pretty easily. Given your call this morning, I also threw a pamphlet with information on annulments in your bag."
"Do you toss that into these bags often," Ethan simpered.
"You'd be surprised. But you know… sometimes life brings us to the place we are meant to be, even if we don’t realize it.”
“And sometimes people get drunk and make rash decisions,” Ethan countered. “But thank you for your help.”
~~~~~
After another somber taxi drive deposited them back at their hotel. They entered separately, careful not to be seen together. Once they were both inside his room, they kicked off their shoes and fell into bed. The excess alcohol from last night and the emotional shock of today were beginning to take their toll.
“We should have stopped and gotten our free wedding cake on the way back,” Casey lamented.
“Do you think of anything other than food?” Ethan asked.
“Sure,” she rolled over and faced him with a smile. “I think of you.”
She could see the tension leaving Ethan’s face with her words; reaching over, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
“I know we’re tired, but I suppose we should watch this thing.”
“I suppose,” Casey replied nervously. “I have a feeling it’s going to be a hot mess.”
“I’m not expecting to see the two of us at our best,” he concurred.
“As long as we’re not like Ross and Rachel. I don't want to see Ethan scribbled across your forehead or kitty whiskers on you.”
“And I'd like to be the only one with a mustache,” he chuckled.
They both shifted, leaning against the pillows as Ethan took out his phone for them to watch.
“Let’s get this over with,” Casey mumbled.
“Before we do…” he said, taking her hand. “I want you to know I love you, and no matter what we see on this, it doesn’t change that.”
Casey let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, then reached over for a tender kiss.
“I love you, too, and nothing will change that. But, let’s pull off the bandaid and watch this thing.”
They expected the worst, and it sure started out that way.
Casey tipsily walked down the aisle, bordered by large Grecian columns fashioned of the finest plastic money could buy. Clutching her bouquet in both hands, she teetered on her heels after every few steps. But there was no denying the enormous grin on her face.
“That’s what I get for doing this without my parents,” she sighed.
When she reached Ethan, the two of them broke into a fit of giggles. Stopping only when Ethan spoke.
“You look really, really cute,” he sputtered, causing the two of them to laugh even more.
“Oh, God, this is going to be painful,” he moaned. But Casey shushed him as the officiant began to speak.
“Dearly Beloved, we come together today to join this man and this woman in matrimony. Is there anyone present who knows of a reason why this marriage should not take place?”
“Pffft,” Casey chuckled. “You’re the only one here! If you don’t object, I think we’re good.”
“Uh, you also have me,” Edna hollered from behind. “You need a witness, ya know.”
“So, do you have any reason why we shouldn’t be wed?” Ethan asked.
“Nope. Not a one.”
“Good,” he turned to the officiant with a stern glare. “Then let’s get on with it.”
“Oh, boy…” Casey muttered.
“Do you, Ethan, take this woman to be your wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” he replied, with the softest smile on his lips.
“And do you, Casey, take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”
“I do,” she beamed.
“Then repeat after me, I Ethan, take you, Casey….”
“Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute,” Ethan interrupted. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.”
“You… you what?” Casey frowned.
“No! Not the wedding, we can do the wedding; but I can’t marry you without saying something first. Casey, you know how much I love you; at least, I hope you do. You came into my life unexpectedly, and you were such a pain in the ass, but that’s honestly the best part about you. That strong, spunky, never give up attitude is what got us here… it certainly wasn’t me. If I had let you go, I would have spent the rest of my life regretting it and living with what a fool I had been. I love you, Casey; thank you for making me see what my heart knew from the start… that you are worth any risk.”
“Awww,” Casey cried, instinctively leaning forward to kiss him.
But that was met with the officiant loudly clearing his throat. “We’re not at the point where you can kiss yet,” he scolded.
“Oops! Sorry!” Casey apologized.
“Again… repeat after me, I Ethan, take you, Casey….”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Casey interrupted.
“Again?” the officiant growled.
“Excuse me!” Ethan shouted. “I paid for the triple diamond package, so if my bride wants to interrupt, she can interrupt.”
The officiant looked back to Edna, who merely shrugged. “He’s got a point!”
“Thank you,” Casey demurred. Reaching up, she gently caressed Ethan’s cheek, her eyes brighter than he had ever seen before. “You know, when we met, I wasn’t looking to fall in love any more than you were. It wasn’t on my agenda. My residency, my career… they were my focus… they had to be… because I want to be the best… just like you. But it didn’t take me long to realize that sometimes life can take a detour. It can put us on a road we never expected to take, then it leads us to the most beautiful place… one we would have never experienced if we didn’t make that unexpected turn. You’re my beautiful place, Ethan. And I hope you always know just how much I love you.”
Ethan’s face was aglow as a single tear trickled down his cheek. Pulling Casey close, he went to kiss her when….
“AHEM!” The officiant was growing tired.
“Sorry,” Ethan smiled. “But could you get through the rest quickly? We’d really want to kiss.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” he grinned and went on to oblige Ethan's request. Within moments, the ceremony was nearing it's end.
“By virtue of the authority vested in me under the laws of the State of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. And, at long last, you may kiss your bride.”
The Wedding March march blared from the speakers overhead as Ethan and Casey shared a passionate kiss under the fistfuls of confetti and rose petals, tossed their way by Edna.
Casey tapped Ethan’s hand, and he stopped the recording on the phone. Both overcome, they lay next to each other without saying a word.
“Well,” Casey said after several moments passed. “That wasn't what I expected.”
“No,” Ethan agreed. “It wasn’t what I anticipated either.”
“Do you need to be drunk to speak so sweetly to me, Dr. Ramsey,” she teased.
“Really?”
“I’m just kidding. You’ve come a long way.”
With a deep sigh, Casey sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed the blue bag from the chapel. Pulling out the annulment pamphlet, she began to read.
“Well, Vegas may let you marry in a day, but it looks like it takes up to three weeks to get out of it.” Tapping the brochure nervously in her hand, she began to stand. “I suppose we should start the process right away. Maybe before we leave, we should stop....”
But her words and movements halted when Ethan reached out and tugged her arm. She turned to him with a questioning look as he took her hand.
“What if we don’t….” he asked, as her eyes opened wide.
“What?”
“What if we don’t. Casey, stay married to me.”
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