What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, right?
You and Soap are sent undercover to quietly tail a bachelorette party in Las Vegas, starting at a hotel in the heart of the strip. The bride to be is the daughter of a well-known political figure, who’s just made himself a big target during his most recent campaign, and you have reason to believe she’s being targeted. It should be routine. Easy peasy. Blend in, eyes on the bride, don’t blow your cover, eliminate any assassins.
But you should know by now that nothing can just go the way you want it to.
Because when you get to the hotel, get your keys and a few too-happy looks from the front desk attendants, you know something’s up. And when you open the door to your room, the one next to the bachelorette, you begin to understand just how fucked the rest of the weekend is going to go.
Because there’s only one bed, and it’s heart shaped, and the room is called the Honeymoon Suite. The ceiling is a mirror, complete with mood lighting, and rose pedals litter the floor, leading to the bed where a bucket of chilled champagne sits. In front of the bucket, there’s a card.
To the newlyweds! Congrats you two! ;) — G
So now you’re stuck sharing a room with Soap, who you have the biggest, fattest crush on. No sweat. Not even when he throws on the free Husband robe, and only the Husband robe. Or cracks open the champagne and toasts to your “marriage”. Or calls you his wifey all weekend.
Not even when tailing the Bachelorette party turns into joining it and having the time of your lives. Or when the bride to be makes Soap do a strip-tease. Or when he pulls you to the club dance floor and his hands wander a little too much.
And not even when you both get a little too drunk and get matching tattoos. Or when you wake up in the morning cuddled up to his chest, half naked. Or when you…is that a marriage certificate??
Oh but don’t worry, you get the assassin in the end.
