request by lenx_lucky (Wattpad)
TW/CW: drinking/drunkenness, homophobia (f-slur but censored cause it makes me uncomfy), kissing
3rd Person P.O.V.
Harley walked into a casino, taking a seat at the crowded bar. He ordered a whiskey, taking a slow sip first before downing the rest of it in one big gulp.
The alcohol burned, but Harley didn't really care. He quickly ordered another, breathing slowly out his nose.
It had been a rough night. The blond had saved up money to bring his girlfriend to Las Vegas, only to find out she had been cheating on him for months now. He decided to still take the trip, to take his mind off of everything and just have a good time. He had already bought the tickets anyway.
"Another," Harley mumbled, twirling his finger lazily. The bartender squinted at him, but passed over his third whiskey of the night.
"You better slow down, sir, or I'll have to cut you off," the bartender warned. Harley nodded, waving it off. He sipped the alcohol slowly, lost in his own world.
"Hi, could I have a Metropolitan please?" Harley picked his head up slowly, noticing that a boy had sat down next to him.
"ID?" The boy showed his license, and the bartender rolled his eyes. He started mixing the drink for the boy, but looking annoyed.
"Get a real drink next time, yeah? Not this gay-ass shit," he spat, shoving the drink across the bar. Harley, in his half-drunk state, stood up, slamming his hands down on the table.
"Hey mannn... not cool." He pointed an accusing finger at the bartender, who scoffed in return.
"Whatever. I don't need any business from homos." Harley let out a soft huff, grabbing the boy's hand and dragging him away.
"Hey! You f@gs can't leave without paying your tab!" Harley stomped back, tossing some loose change on the bar surface, and stormed out, the boy in tow.
"Um..." The boy looked uncomfortable, drink still in hand. "Thanks for sticking up for me and all, but I can handle myself." He tugged his wrist out of Harley's grip, taking a sip from his drink.
"What he said... wasn't coolll." The blond leaned to the side a bit, a bit tispy.
"Mhm," the boy hummed, downing the rest of his Metropolitan in one big gulp. "I'm Peter, by the way. I've never been to Vegas before, and so far it's been less than great," he muttered.
"I'm Harley. Also my first time in Vegas. S'posed to be a trip with my girlfriend, but I'm here by myself." He hadn't meant to share so much, but the alcohol in his system was making him loose-lipped.
"Oh... what happened?"
"She cheated. For months," Harley said bitterly. Letting out a sigh, his gaze settled on Peter, seeing him clearly for the first time. He had slightly curly, fluffy brown hair, deep brown eyes that reminded him of a baby doe, and a short stature. Suddenly, it made a lot of sense that Peter had been carded at the bar.
"You're pretty." Harley couldn't help himself. It just slipped out. Peter blushed, eyes widening.
"Oh, um... thank you..." Peter glanced up, meeting Harley's gaze. "You're not too bad-looking yourself, Harley."
"Heyyy... why don't we go to a different bar? Hang out for a while?" The blond suggested, grinning. Peter paused for a moment, before nodding with a smile.
"Sure, why not?" Harley grabbed his phone, sloppily typing a destination into Google maps. Sober him would never be quite as bold, but... Harley wasn't sober, so why not?
"Here, follow me." It was a short walk, Harley stumbling every once in a while with Peter walking alongside him with an amused smile. And when they arrived at the bar, Peter's smile turned nervous.
"You want to go... here? With me?" He wondered, glancing up at the sign, blinking neon in all colors of the rainbows.
A gay bar.
"Mhm." Harley walked to the door, showing the bouncer his ID. "C'mon, it'll be fun!" Peter, still unsure, slowly approached the door, pulling out his ID and showing the bouncer.
"Are you sure?" He asked, biting his lip anxiously. He had never been to a gay bar before- and certainly not in Las Vegas.
"Yes, now c'mon! I think there's a drag show going on inside, that's pretty interesting." Harley pushed open the door, and Peter followed, glancing around nervously.
"Harley..."
"Here, I'll buy us drinks. You want another Metropolitan?" Harley questioned.
"Uh- yeah, I guess... heavy on the vodka, though." He was going to need it to be able to relax amongst the chaos of a Vegas gay bar. Harley nodded, going off to get their drinks while Peter sat down at a table, fidgeting nervously. The lights went down, and a spotlight came up on the stage near Peter's table. A drag queen strutted up to a lone microphone, smiling charmingly out at the audience.
"Hey there queens and queers, everyone's looking fabulous tonight!" A loud cheer erupted from the crowd, Peter clapping hesitantly. "I'm Madame Summer Fox, but you all knew that, didn't you?" Another, somehow louder cheer. Harley returned with their drinks, passing Peter his Metropolitan.
"Oh, thank god," Peter mumbled, taking his drink and taking a heavy sip. As requested, it had more vodka in it, almost overpowering the cranberry-lime flavor. He and Harley sat and watched the drag show, both of them consuming drink after drink. Peter, being more of a lightweight than Harley, quickly caught up to the blond's level of drunkenness.
Both of them were laughing loudly and cheering for the performers, losing any sobriety they had previously acquired.
It was the early morning now, around 4 am, and Peter and Harley had migrated to the dance floor. They danced together, spinning and laughing until they collapsed to a pile on the floor, heads spinning. Harley had fallen on top of Peter, and didn't hesitate to kiss the brunette, the sharp taste of whiskey strong on his lips. Peter kissed back immediately, adding the taste of cranberry vodka.
Peter wasn't sure what he was expecting from this night, but making out on the floor of a gay bar with a man he had just met was definitely not something he would've thought of.
And he really wasn't expecting what happened next.
"Peterrrr..." Harley slurred, looking down at him with hazy, lust-filled eyes. "Wannaaa... wanna get marrrried?"
"Yeah!" There was no way either of them were thinking clearly, but it was 4 am on the floor of a Vegas gay bar- anything goes.
"Hey!" Harley yelled, slowly getting to his feet and helping Peter up. "We're getting marrieeed!" The rest of the bar patrons cheered loudly, shouting out drunken congratulations to the newly formed couple. A man in a half-buttoned shirt approached them, grinning.
"I can marry you!" He exclaimed, leaning on both their shoulders. "Do you have rings?" Harley gasped, snapping his fingers (or, attempting to snap his fingers).
"We need rings!"
"There's a place down the street, past the big casino, open at night. Go!" The man ushered them out the door, both Peter and Harley laughing loudly as they ran down the street, stumbling and laughing drunkenly. They made it to the jewelry store, and, sure enough, it was open.
"Give me two rings!" Harley exclaimed, slapping his credit card down on the counter. The cashier yawned, grabbing two matching silver rings and charging Harley's card before handing them over. Clearly, she was used to random couples coming in late at night to buy rings.
Harley and Peter returned to the bar, grinning triumphantly. The man who had offered to marry them yelled out, shushing the crowd. They all went up to the stage, and people started recording.
"Do you guys wanna get married?" The guy asked.
"Yeah!"
"Hell yes!"
"Do you promise to love each other in sickness and... uh... always?"
"I do!"
"I do too."
"Cool, now put the rings on." Harley took Peter's hand, slipping one of the rings on his finger. Peter did the same, so they were wearing matching rings.
"Okay, with the power of an online certificate, I now pronounce you husband and husband!" The man exclaimed, throwing his hands up. "Now kiss!" Their lips met in a passionate kiss, Harley wrapping his arms around Peter's waist while the brunette draped his arms over Harley's shoulders. Everyone cheered, and when the boys pulled away to breathe, they both wore large, happy grins.
"Somebody send me the videos!" Harley hollered, waving his phone in the air. Suddenly, he was bombarded with airdrops, which he accepted each one before yelling out "THANK YOU!"
"Hi Harlsss," Peter giggled, leaning sideways against the blond's arm.
"Hi, darlin'," Harley cooed, tapping Peter's nose playfully. The brunette yawned, blinking slowly. "Sleepy?"
"Mhm. Take me home?" He requested, staring up at Harley with his adorable doe eyes.
"Of course."
~
Harley and Peter made it back to Harley's hotel room, both immediately collapsing into bed. They cuddled up together, still drunk but starting to sober up slowly.
"Goodnight darlin'."
"G'night Harls."
~
Harley blinked slowly, groaning. His head was pounding, and he really didn't want to be awake. He rolled over, only to be met with another body. Harley's eyes widened.
What had happened last night?
He sat up, holding his aching head. The boy sleeping soundly beside him looked vaguely familiar, but Harley couldn't place a name to the face. He pulled out his phone, searching his camera roll for clue as to what happened last night. He found multiple videos, all of the same thing, just from different perspectives. He clicked on one, letting it play.
As the video went on, Harley gasped. This boy- whoever he was- was his husband?!
The blond got out of bed, needing to clear his head. Luckily, he had thought ahead and brought painkillers with him, so he took a couple of those with a big glass of water. He watched some of the videos from last night, having gotten some random ones of him and the mystery boy kissing or flirting with each other. They really did seem to like each other- it's just that Harley genuinely had no memory of the night before. Honestly, he wasn't even sure if they had done the dirty or not. He really had no idea.
"Hello?" A tired voice mumbled, soft footsteps pattering against the carpeted floor. The boy looked miserable, hair sticking up in odd places and dark eye bags sticking out against his pale complexion. Despite this, he still looked pretty.
"Here, you look hungover. They're painkillers." Harley pushed the bottle of pills toward the boy, who accepted them gratefully.
"So..." Harley started. "How much do you remember from last night?"
"Uhm... not much, really. I remember you bringing me to the gay bar and watching a drag show, but after that...?" He shook his head. "I don't know."
"Right," Harley sighed. "Okay, this is awkward, but... I think we got married last night." Harley showed the video, trying to gauge the boy's expression.
"Oh my God, I didn't think that actually happened in Vegas..." Harley chuckled softly, nodding.
"Must be something in the air," he joked, smiling at the brunette. "Ah- I hate to ask this, but... what's your name?"
"Peter."
"Okay, thank you. I'm-"
"Harley, I know," Peter insisted. "I was mostly sober when we met. You weren't." Harley nodded.
"Right."
"Man... married, though?" The brunette murmured. "Kinda sucks I can't remember my own wedding." He glanced up at Harley, correcting himself. "Our wedding."
"Yeah. I never expected anything like this to happen... what do we do?"
"I mean... I'm willing to give it a shot if you are. If we don't like it we can always get a divorce," Peter pointed out. "What do you think?"
"Okay, Peter. We can try."