#task 15

The beginning of the trip was filled with the doctor yelling at the blonde that she shouldn’t be mixing pain meds and alcohol. He was an encyclopedia of all the celebrity examples on why you shouldn’t drink and take meds.But the blonde didn’t listen.

Hell. It was Vegas. Why should she listen?

Elise knew she wasn’t the first nor would she be the last person on crutches in the desert wonderland. Was she the only one who was in the hospital over a week ago in critical condition with her travel partner as her doctor? She was almost sure of it.

Nate wasn’t the kind of person who would enjoy Vegas under normal circumstances. He didn’t drink. He wasn’t a gambler. However, Elise knew he needed a relaxing vacation after the week from hell with the black out, a week from double hell taking care of her stubborn ass, and then he was going to go to DC to visit Vanessa and try and find his sister.

If there was any time he’d enjoy Vegas, it would be during some of his most chaotic weeks.

If it was up to him, they would have stayed in their suites. However, just like when they were together, Elise always had to push him out of his comfort zone.

They spent the day drinking, eating, and going to museums. It was the first time El had seen him laugh in a long time.

And then the feelings started to come back.

Maybe it was what they had been through. Maybe it was the touristy trips they had been doing. But it was there, and it was undeniable. Usually she could push it down - act as if whoever brought it up was crazy. But anytime his green eyes lit up when he looked at her, or teased her, she felt the overwhelming urge to do something nuts.

They were on their way to dinner when they passed by it. The big, stupid deathtrap that he had spent most of his time trying to get her on. They were drunk by this point, and she was pretty sure the words ‘chicken’ came out of his mouth and her pride just couldn’t let him win.

With about 30 other people, the pair hobbled their way into the pod. The good thing about this ferris wheel was you weren’t swaying to your untimely death, you could at least drink on a solid floor if the ride was going to break.

They had gotten their drinks from the bartender, and even though it absolutely scared her, they stood by the edge of the pod and watched as they slowly made their way into the air. There was music playing and conversation but she focused on the man on the side of her. With a drink in one hand, he wrapped the other around the blonde, poking fun at how she was shaking. She rolled her eyes and retorted something snarky back, drinking her drink slowly.

She had to admit, the view was gorgeous.

Until the ride stopped sharply.

The bartender was apologizing to people for the sudden halt which usually didn’t happen. However, in a panic, drunk state, and only having one good leg, Elise fell to the floor, spilling her drink all over herself.

The playful look on Nate’s face turned to worry as he helped her up, holding her kind of close asking if she was okay, trying to wipe some of the alcohol up with the little cocktail napkin that came with his drink.

Elise took a deep breath in, trying to center herself. She took in her favorite color - the green in his eyes. The worry lines that seemed to always be there when she was around. The way that even when he was drunk, he still felt the overwhelming urge to take care of her.

She was drunk but it was clear the passion between the two of them never died out. They were just too stubborn to admit that it was there.

Nate shook her a bit, trying to snap her out of her thoughts, repeating her name. Coming back to reality, the blonde let out a loud laugh. God this would only happen to her.

As the ride came to a halt, and Elise was thankful to not be 500 ft in the air, she was still covered in her drink. Nate helped her with her crutches to the closest bench where he, in true Nate fashion, tried looking for an uber or taxi to take back to the hotel so she could change. When the taxi came and picked them up, the ad on the top was for the little white chapel.

Nate helped her in the car, putting her crutches in the trunk, and when the guy asked where to, before Nate could give him the hotel, Elise turned to him and grabbed his hand.