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Waking Up In Vegas; Kyle,Firestar,Bobby
Topic Started: Mar 9 2010, 11:08 PM (278 Views)
Delia Colins
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February 14th morning


Delia entered into consciousness with that all too familiar full body ache that accompanied a night of drinking. It had been a while since she had let herself go that far, and usually when she had, it came with a sense of regret and shame. This time however was different. She was no longer the fool hardy party girl looking for fulfillment and satisfaction at the bottom of a whiskey bottle. There was no tint of loneliness or desperation in her actions. This time, she was simply a girl who had gotten a little too tipsy while on vacation with her boyfriend on Valentine's Day. It was the most normal thing in the world she thought, and for that, she was happy.

She felt relieved in a strange way. The bottle, for all the history she had beaten down with it, no longer owned her. She could have a few drinks, enjoy herself, and in the morning wake up and still be the same person. She had come a long way. That progress could be attributed ,in no small part, to the man resting comfortably and gently snoring beside her. He had seen her through a lot, and neither one was still the self destructive hollow person they had been when they first met. Perhaps, she thought, she had been good for him too.

She stretched and softly moved his arm from around her. Her joints ached and her head was still spinning. The events of the night before were lost in the fog of her memory. In fact, much of the Vegas trip the two had shared with Firestar and Iceman, registered as nothing more than a blurry dream. Vegas had never done much for Delia. The whole city seemed as though it were trying just a touch too hard. It was all a shade too self aware. Still, Kyle seemed thrilled at the prospects of a holiday vacation and, being new to the doting girlfriend act, Delia figured the least she could do was oblige him.

She crept from the bed, careful not to wake him. She took a look around their room. It was nothing to complain about. Apparently her name still held some clout in social circles, a drop of it here or there was more than enough to secure the best accomidations.

She made her way to the mirror. Studying her golden reflection and catching a glimpse of her lover in bed. She wondered how she got to this place, how she had been lucky enough to finally find herself in a real life grown up relationship, and with a respectable man none the less. She silently promised to herself that she would do her best to treat him with the kindness and respect he deserved.

She ran her hand across her hair and caught a glimmer of something in the mirror. It was a ring, setting gently on her left hand. She mind filled with shock and looking back at Kyle she saw a matching one on his finger. They couldn't have. They didn't. They did.

"Kyle," she screamed as loud as she could," You waspy moron, what the hell did you do to me ?" She rushed over to him, picking up his clothes and throwing them in his face. "Put your stupid sweater vest on idiot, we've got an issue."
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Kyle Van Leerson
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Kyle slept a deep dreamless sleep, a sleep more the bodies answer to being worked over by too much alcohol then of one needing rest. He remained undisturbed as the golden eyed girl who had been sleeping next to him made her way out of the bed. When the sound of her screaming his name pierced through his unconsciousness he turned over in the bed, waking slowly, his head still clouding out the approaching painful light by hiding protectively in a pillow. He was experiencing the painful after effects from a rambunctious night known commonly as a hangover. It was the sad realization creeping over him that he was approaching an age where hard partying was met with hard results. The reality that a 26 year old body didn't handle such treatment as well as a 22 year old one had.

Delia was storming about the room enraged about something he had done. No huge surprise there really. Often the young X-man blindly stumbled into the path of her anger. It was all typical Delia, and a part of why he was so crazy in love with her. The golden eyed girl was never predictable and placid, rather she was a continuous enigma of a storm brewing on the horizon. With Delia Colins, he never knew just what he was heading for and such unpredictability kept thing exciting if not always easy. She was a polarizing force in his life, a part that never wanted to fit a mold and all the challenges she represented were welcome. Nothing about loving Delia was simple, and he was glad for that, most of the time.

"You waspy moron, what the hell did you do to me ?"

He grumbled some as his head began to pummel inside in earnest beats. Just how wild had things gotten last night? Faint sketches of memory seemed to be trying to break free, but were being buried under the effects of too much alcohol and liquor.

"Sweetie, if I left the toilet seat up, I'm sorry, okay, but can we skip the theatrics. Mt head is beating like the energizer rabbit's in there having a field day." He straightened his body up more in the bed rising to a sitting position, eyes creeping open to adjust to the shock of daylight and brightness.

" Besides WASP'S are Protestant Delia, my family is Catholic were sort of like more liberal versions of Wasp, we are like the yellow jacket cousins or something."

She didn't seem amused by his jokes and his clothes from the night prior came crashing into his face thrown by her ivory hand.

"Put your stupid sweater vest on idiot, we've got an issue."

"Honey our flight out isn't till tonight, we've got plenty of time. Besides Bobby and Angelica aren't going to leave without us. Why don't you come back to bed? You gotta be as hungover as I am, your like the only person I know who can out drink me."

He began to laugh but found it hurt too much to so he stopped. Taking his face in his hands Kyle hoped to massage in some sort energy or at least a feeling of betterness. It was as the cold end of the ring on his finger grazed against his skin that he started to piece together what had upset Delia so. He stared at the gold band tightly wrapped around his finger, pondering it like it was the most foreign object in the world.

"Huh" was all he said in reply as he looked up at the beautiful but infuriated face of his new bride.
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Kyle was rubbing his eyes and sluggishly putting everything together like a hung over Barney Fife. His being so slow to piece together what was happening did nothing to quiet Delia's fury with him. Perhaps it didn't make much sense to automatically and completely blame their current situation of the man, but as it was the golden eyed socialite didn't really care how much sense he made.

"Huh ? That's what you've got to say about the situation." Delia's face held a condescending scowl. "Well, I married quite the linguist didn't I" Delia was pacing frantically around the large suite that had, in the last few minutes, turned into a crime scene in her mind. She was mumbling to herself trying to remember something, anything about the previous night. She didn't understand how she could be so careless. "Oh Lord, do you think this is real ?" She finally asked, looking at Kyle, for the first time this morning, with a bit of restraint and humanity in her gaze. "Maybe we just got the rings, maybe we thought it would be funny if we tried them on. I mean we couldn't have been that stupid. There's not enough liquor in the world to.." She sat down on the bed, trying to fit her thoughts into a peg. If she could make it believable to herself she just might feel better about it. Sitting on the bed, her body grazed the remote control, turning on the tv.

Entertainment Tonight starting blaring from the set. A blond woman read from a teleprompter. Her smile was wide and obviously faux. Suddenly, a picture of Delia and Kyle, disheveled and intertwined in each other graced the screen. The woman began to talk.

"It seems last night got a little wild for New York socialite Delia Colins and her rumored on again off again beau Kyle Van Leerson. As shown in these pictures, the one time piano prodigy and the prodigal son of the Van Leerson political dynasty were married in a rushed up and decidedly informal ceremony in Las Vegas last night."

Delia threw the remote at the television and turned to Kyle. Her teeth were set and she was almost growling through them. "Mary Hart is making fun of my wedding photo. I- I'm a good head shaving away from becoming Britney Spears."
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The two X-men stared at the entertainment report watching as their clearly drunken selves made a spectacle at a small Vegas wedding chapel, complete with its own Elvis impersonator/minister. Judging by the plastered smiles and half closed eyes Kyle could tell they had been seven sheets to the wind on booze, but they both did look surprisingly happy though. He stood up from the bed as Delia continued staring in aghast the the television watching her perfect image take a hit.

"Hun, your a far cry from being a Britney. look not a trucker cap in sight." As far as reassurances went it wasn't one of his best, but the X-man needed to find his phone. If Delia's old life was reminding her of its presence through Mary Hart the teacher had a feeling his would be waiting for him in his voicemail. He finally stumbled across the device buried in the middle of the now empty mini bar. Wow. When he and Delia partied they partied hard. The alcohol clouding his system seemed to be burning off and the hangover lifted some by the shock of the wedded discovery. He looked down at the small phone seeing the flashing missed calls and urgent voice mails yelling out to him. Part of him didn't want to answer, already knowing what he would be expecting, but he knew avoiding the situation would not make it any better either. Xaviers ha taught him running from your problems wasn't an option. You took it head on and better or worse dealt with it all as it came. He punched in his pin and waited as the automated voice announced he had ten voice messages

And what an earful they will be. He thought as his mothers voice came barreling into his tendered ear drum. Her voice bled sarcasm and Chardonnay, typical mother he thought. self righteous and critical to a fault.

"Kyle, Darling. I've been trying your phone but your not answering probably too cocooned in that tart's bed. Really, a socialite, have you now regard for the families name anymore. Why are you so subscribed to rebel against the life you were born into. And on a Re-election year as well. I am so disappointed in you son, as is your father. We had thought you would have come to some sense in that school you went back to but obviously its doing you more harm then good. To run off and marry that trollop whose on.."

The timer on the message went off as the automated voice announced another soon following. He closed the phone. He didn't need to hear anymore. He knew what they would say, it would be the same speech they had been giving him his whole life. He was a Van Leerson, high cost went with the legacy, sacrifice, honor, bullshit, bullshit, more bullshit. What did they know of the world? What did they know of him? He wasn't that impressionable kid anymore out to make Daddy happy. That's what they could never understand. He wasn't rebelling against the life he had been born into, he was finally and for the first time embracing it. Kyle Van Leerson was becoming who he had been destined to be, drunk wedding aside, if they couldn't accept that he had no room in his life for them anymore. He looked over at Delia still fuming at the television. He had a new one.

He sat next to her on the rumpled bed, extending his arm across her back and pulling her a bit closer. He kissed the side of her head. Drunken shenanigans aside he loved her so much. Even like this ,even furious with him, she was the most perfect creature he had ever seen.

"Babe, who cares what Mary friggin Hart says. Delia Colins is a class act, Hell, look at that picture you even make drunk look sexy. I'm sure its not as bad as its all being made out to be. Lets find Bobby and Angelica and see if they can shed some light on everything."

He rose from the bed and pulled her up as well, taking her face in his hands and looking her in her golden eyes.

"No regrets, whatever happens after this, No regrets"

He meant it as he said, as if it was the truest knowledge he ever knew. Whatever was to come. His family, a PR nightmare, tabloid fodder, whatever. He could never regret Delia, she made him a better man.

"Now.. if I can just find my pants…"
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Kyle continued. He had such a knack for playing the supportive shoulder. Still, it wasn't often that the golden eyed pianist broke down. A strange feeling accompanied it. Delia had spent so many years on her own, spiraling into excess, a victim of her own self loathing and lack of restraint. To have a man around in anything more than a fleeting manner was something she was still adjusting to. Kyle was strong and a bit nonchalant about the whole mess, offsetting Delia's imminent meltdown with humor and reassurance. She knew something like that, someone like him, was an exceedingly rare commodity.

She took a deep breath trying to compose herself as Kyle took to his phone. The man's eyes glazed over in a way that would have been unfamiliar to anyone but her. "Was that your mother ?" She said in a way that let him know she already knew the answer to the question. "As sweet as ever I assume." It was times like these that Delia was happy that her relationship with her own family was stressed to the point of virtually no contact.

Kyle brushed it off and put the focus back on making her feel better. He was good that way. Delia knew enough about herself to know she was a handful. Kyle however, didn't seem to mind handling her.

"Alright," she said with an assurance that surprised her. "Whatever happens." She was pulled up from the bed by him and as he held her she kissed him. "You know no matter how this ends...that doesn't mean I don't care about you." She wanted to say more, but she just couldn't. Not now.

"Oh, and I seem to vaguely remember turning your pants into confetti."
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