[closed]What Happens In Vegas Stays In Vegas

[Jason Morgan]

A steady beam of sunlight emerged from the cracks in the large windows. The light beams casted long, unmoving shadows on the ground. I was groggily becoming aware of morning's early light. I was just hoping I could ignore it a little bit longer. I reached forward, blindly pulling the covers up before moving my face against my pillow which was a little too flat. Why were pillows always so flat in hotels? With what I was paying for this room, I should have nothing but the best but money wasn't an issue for me. I would have to talk to Sonny about getting different pillows but I knew that was a conversation neither one of us really wanted to have. I was slowly becoming awake but it wasn't like I got much sleep. I hardly ever got a good night's sleep. I learned to do without that. I normally cranked up my motorcycle and drove around aimlessly, watching as the sun rose up in the sky, coloring it with a light peach color that faded into a pretty blue. I didn't have that luxury here. I didn't have my motorcycle with me but regardless, I could still feel the wind around me. I was glad to get out of Port Charles for a while, escaping everyone's drama and problems but I knew I couldn't hide from all of that for long. I had an obligation to return. I slowly opened my eyes, staring at the white wall infront of me. I remained still, staring at the wall for a few seconds. I could feel the start of a headache forming in my head. I wondered just how much I had to drink. I could hold my alcohol well..very well..but I could feel it. I also could feel the mattress beside me move

I got up in the bed slightly before turning to face my side, noticing Elizabeth Zacchara tangled in my sheets. She looked so tiny in the big bed. Her porcelain skin seemed to glow in the dim lighting. Her dark brown hair with light streaks laid on top of her pillow. I blinked a couple of times as I continued to stare at her. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I also couldn't believe she was in my bed. I glanced around the room, noticing the wine bottles lining the table, glasses half full and condoms wrappers. It only meant one thing and that one thing was dawning on me. I had sex with Elizabeth Zacchara. I would be lying if I said I didn't wonder what that was like. That thought often went through my head and I often pushed it down, hoping it would just go away but it didn't. I often thought about what she might feel like underneath my finger tips. I wondered what it felt like to be inside of her. I thought it would never happen. After all she was Sonny's cousin and Carly, Brenda and Emily's sister, all of whom are people I cared deeply about. Elizabeth was one Zacchara that grated on my last nerve, something she had in common with her brothers. She irritated me and got underneath my skin. I didn't want to like her, that was really the last thing I ever wanted to do but I couldn't seem to get her out of my mind. I couldn't seem to not like her. We were tied together by friends and family but it was more then that. I felt like on some level I could relate to her, like we came from the same place almost. It was something that I would never admit, it was bad enough I admit it to myself. It was bad enough that I knew it was true but I thought for sure she would never notice me back...not like this

I got out of bed quickly before slipping on my discarded garments that laid in a heap on the floor beside my bed. I wondered what on earth I've done. I knew this would have it's ramifications. That was just life but what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. There was no reason for us to bring it back to Port Charles with us. It shouldn't of happened. I believe that was something we both could agree on. We could barely stand to be in the same room together but I honestly didn't regret it. I hoped she didn't regret it either even though I'm sure she did. She probably would blame me even though it takes two. I would keep that to myself because I really didn't feel like being hit with a lamp. I smoothed my black T shirt down before turning to face her, studying her. I tilted my head to the side, pursing my lips together slightly before frowning. She could probably sleep all day. It was a luxury I didn't have and I would feel like an ass if I left her with a do not disturb sign on the door. That would make me an ass. I didn't want anyone to feel abandoned because I guess I knew how that felt better then anyone. I didn't want to make anyone feel what I felt. I walked over to the windows before pulling the curtains back, allowing the light to flood the room. "Rise and shine sleeping beauty" I said turning back around to face her, managing to keep my face serious

[Lizzie Zacchara]

This was the best sleep I had ever gotten. Of course, I had some dream with some guy doing things that I could only ever imagine, but since it wasn’t Patrick, I had no idea who it was. It was probably a good thing it wasn’t him, since we didn’t feel anything toward each other anymore. First love was overrated. I know Grams expected us to grow up, get married with him as a doctor and me as the doctor’s wife doing a little art on the side, but there was no point staying in a loveless relationship and both him and I knew that. I was glad we could still be friends. He had been one of my best friends for years and I didn’t want to lose that just because we weren’t together anymore. Of course, since it was spring break and because they thought I needed a diversion from thinking about him, the girls brought me to Vegas. We had one hell of a night and I hoped today would be even better. I knew it would be. All of us made a pact to make this the best spring break ever and so far it seemed to be working. Still, I had to wake up and that was something I definitely didn’t want to do. I was never a morning person. Mom used to have to force me to go to school, not because I hated it, but because of the damn time it started.

I heard a voice coming from the other side of the room and frowned, not recognizing it. Libs must have brought a guy back to the suite. Reluctantly opening my eyes, I yawned and looked around, the light blinding me almost instantly. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust. What the hell? This wasn’t my room. Sitting up, I groaned. One hell of a headache, but I wasn’t too surprised. The tequila and beers were too good last night, mostly the tequila shots since I only had about one or two beers. I knew I would feel it in the morning, but I didn’t think that I had drank this much. Oh hell, I needed a smoke. I guess I needed breakfast first but since I wouldn’t keep it down anyway, what was the point? I needed to get back to my room, since the girls were probably worried about me. Em thought for the longest time that I would be just like Carlybabes and never have a girlfriend because I couldn’t stand most other women. But art classes changed that. I didn’t have to be fake nice; I could be me. If I wanted to be nice, I was. If I didn’t want to be, I wasn’t. I knew Grams didn’t like it much, but she always blamed Daddy and Mom’s death. Yeah, I know I was a lot more sweet before my mom died, but that wasn't the only reason.

When my gaze fully adjusted to the room, I noticed the man in the corner staring at me and screamed. Shaking my head almost immediately after, I told myself to keep my cool and find out what the hell I was doing in his room. “Who the hell are you?” I frowned, wondering why I had picked up some stranger and…oh hell. I took in the wrappers, wine, and my obvious inward pleasure and groaned. Great. Meaningless sex with a stranger. Oh I didn’t have anything against a meaningless fling, but not with strangers. Looking at him again, I realized that he wasn’t a stranger. “Morgan?” That just released another groan. I had sex with Jason Morgan? I had great sex and the best sleep with Jason Morgan? I couldn’t stand him. He was either brooding or trying to see past your soul and he was too damn serious. “Did we…?” Well that was a stupid question, the proof was there. “Oh hell.” I glared at him. “What did you slip into my drink to get me in your bed?” I guess if I was thinking more rationally, I knew he would never drug a woman, let alone the cousin of his partner/best friend. But right now, I wasn’t thinking rationally.

It took me another minute to realize I was sitting in front of him with only a couple of sheets and a blanket wrapped around me. Hurrying out of the bed, sheet wrapped tightly around, I located my clothes and went into the bathroom to change before coming back out. Pulling on my jacket, I felt something scratch against my neck. Looking at my hand, my eyes widened. “What the hell is this?” I showed him my left ring finger and then started searching the hotel room, hoping I wouldn’t find anything that made this sure. Oh no…there it was. The marriage certificate. Our names, our signatures. “We got married?!” I shook my head and turned my gaze back to him. “Oh hell no, we just have to get it annulled. You don’t have to worry about statutory rape since I’m not a minor so we can easily get an annulment.” Wait…there was a glitch. “Crap, you can’t get an annulment after consummating the marriage…alright then, we’ll just need a divorce. Call up your fancy ass lawyer or something.” I glared at him again. “How the hell could you do this to me? I need a smoke.” I’m pretty damn sure this wasn’t what we had in mind when my friends and I decided to have the best spring break ever. Not even close. After this, I would never drink again.

[Jason Morgan]

I watched as the petite brunette started to stir awake from her slumber. It's time to wake up and face reality even though I could tell she wasn't one for having her sleep disturbed. I didn't care. She looked rather cute with her hair sticking up in every direction even though I would never admit it. I watched as she turned to face me before letting out a scream. I winced slightly before glaring at her. What was she trying to do? Get us thrown out of the hotel or worse get me arrested. Oh shit, I wondered exactly how old she was. That was something that had slipped through my mind after the hundreth beer I consumed. I frowned slightly at the thought, leaning against the wall. I wasn't sure how old she was. I hoped she was of age but I couldn't help but feel panic rise in my chest even though I wouldn't let it show on the outside surface. I remained calm, staring at her. She had no idea of the inside struggle of uncertaintly that was taking place. I didn't like the unknown. I think I remembered Sonny telling me the sister's ages at one point in time but that knowledge never stayed with me. I was never concerned about it because I didn't think this day would ever happen. The only sister I knew really well was Carly. I knew her too well actually but her sisters were never a conversation that came up between us. I certainly didn't talk about the Zacchara sisters to Sonny. He was related to Emily and Elizabeth and had a history with Brenda that I knew was still a sore subject for him

'Who the hell are you'

Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts and put me back into reality. A reality I was trying my best to convince myself had happened and also trying my best to push it out of my memory. My blue eyes narrowed on hers as I shook my head slightly. I wondered what time was check out time. I ran my hands through my spiky hair. I had to get out of here. I had to get back to Port Charles. I had to do something job related. I had to kill someone. I just had to get her off my mind and keep her off my mind. 'Morgan' I nodded my head in response, trying not to be offended by her reaction. She sure didn't seem to mind me being who I am yesterday. She wasn't complaining then. 'Did we' "Yeah" I said nodding my head as I glanced around the room, letting out a sigh. "We did" I added a second, my voice barely above a whisper. 'What did you slip into my drink to get me in your bed' "I didn't slip anything in your drink" I shot at her. I was offended that she thought I was the type of guy who would do something like that but not too offended because I had a feeling deep down inside that she didn't mean it. That this was just a reaction, not that she believed I was the type of guy who would take advantage of a woman by drugging her because I wasn't. I hated guys like that and I was far from that guy. "You were a willing participant" I added, continuing to glare at her

The feisty beauty was wrapped only in thin sheets that left very little to the imagination even though I already got a view of her already. She is as pefect as I imagined, as beautiful as ever. The most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on. This seemed to dawn on her as well and before I knew it, she had bolted out of bed and was heading to the bathroom. While she was in the bathroom, I had located my jacket. I slipped it on, smoothing the wrinkles out in the arms before letting out a sigh. The room seemed to be in good condition at least. Nothing was broken. At least it didn't seem like I had to pay for anything yet but I had a feeling that I would pay in more ways then just one soon enough. I wasn't looking forward to it and I tried to ignore that voice in the back of my head that said I wasn't out of the clearing yet. I watched as she finally came storming out of the bathroom a second later, the door slamming behind her. 'What the hell is this' "How would I know?" I asked, turning to face her, noticing her wave a hand in my face. The light caught the ring, reflecting little rainbows in my eyes. My eyes widened slightly as I stared at her ring before shaking my head slightly. "No" I said, before glancing down noticing a ring on my finger as well. I frowned at my finger like it had betrayed me in the worst possible way. I reached out and began to yank the ring off my finger, it wasn't as easy as I thought it would be and I continued to struggle with the ring, as if getting it off my finger would just make the current problem go away

While I was struggling with the ring and losing the fight with it, she was busy storming the room in search of god knows what. Soon the paper was moving around in my face. Our names, our signatures. This could not be happening. 'We got married' "No....no...I can't be married to you" I could barely stand her. I didn't want to stand her. I didn't want to be married to her. 'Oh hell no, we just have to get it annulled. You don’t have to worry about statutory rape since I’m not a minor so we can easily get an annulment' "Yeah...anulled" I said. I didn't want to be married to her anymore then she wanted to be married to me. 'Crap, you can’t get an annulment after consummating the marriage…alright then, we’ll just need a divorce. Call up your fancy ass lawyer or something' I returned her glare with one of my own. This wasn't going to go well at all. Diane couldn't keep her big mouth shut if her life depended on it. She would so blab it to Max who would then get nervous infront of Sonny and crack under Sonny's unrelenting interrogations or Carly's seductive charm. Max couldn't keep anything from Sonny or Carly and if one of them found out, it wouldn't be long before the other found out then it would be disasterous. I was already starting to get a headache just thinking about it

'How the hell could you do this to me? I need a smoke'

"You are really going to blame me for this?" I asked her, shaking my head slightly. "It's your fault..why were you even here to begin with?" I shot at her, frowning. I had to get into contact with Claire. She could maybe help me. She could keep her mouth shut. She had to. This could never get out. I couldn't stay married to Elizabeth. I just couldn't. "Smoking is bad for health. It stunts your growth or something like that and you are about an inch off the ground already" I said, half serious, half joking even though I didn't laugh or crack a smile. There was no humor in my voice either. People who knew me knew when I was telling a joke but she didn't know me. "We have to go to my private landstrip and fly back to Port Charles. I'll call my lawyer. We'll get this taken care of as soon as we land. You ready?" I asked, motioning toward the door. The sooner I get this taken care of the sooner we could go back to our normal lives or at least I hoped

[Lizzie Zacchara]

“Oh please, you would love the competition out of the way. A little pill into my drink could easily do that.” I glared at him and crossed my arms, sure that he hadn’t drugged me but I wasn’t about to admit that to him. “But something went wrong, right? You couldn’t go through with it, huh? Morgan backed down from a challenge? That doesn’t sound much like you.” I listened to what he said next and rolled my eyes. “Sure. Yeah, okay. I was so willing that I don’t remember a thing. I was too drunk to know what I was doing, or you would have never…” I couldn’t say it and not just because he was him. There were other reasons too. Reasons that made me pull away from Patrick. Jason was the first sex I had had in the last several years. Just my luck, had to be with the guy I couldn’t stand. He probably didn’t like it either. I knew that he hated me as much as I hated him and I had no problem with that. “I can’t believe I slept with my sister’s ex. Ugh. That’s utterly disgusting.” My sister’s ex who also let my cousin hurt my other sister. Thinking about that hurt my brain and with the hangover I had, that wasn’t a good idea. None of this was. Vegas? Really? Morgan really had to be here the same time I was?

“Yeah. See? The proof’s right there. What idiot pulls a drunk woman into a Vegas chapel to get married? Any chapel? What, do you have a crush on me, Morgan? Is that it?” I taunted him, knowing it wasn’t anything like that. I almost couldn’t wait to see Daddy’s reaction, but I cared about my cousin and letting his best friend be brutally murdered wasn’t going to be nice for him. Too bad. With Morgan out of the way, the world could be a sunnier place. If it was sunny to begin with, which it wasn’t. He tried to take his ring off and failed. It couldn’t be that hard. I grasped my finger and pulled the ring off…or tried to. “What the hell did you do, Super Glue this to my finger?” I glared at him. “I don’t want to be married to you any more than you want to be married to me. Of course I’m going to blame you! Why were you even drinking? Aren’t you supposed to stand your guard better?” My sister and I had finally found some sort of civil conversation and now I was married to the guy she would always secretly love. She could never find out about this. None of them could. Brenda, Emily, Carly, Vincent, Johnny…especially Johnny. He would think I was in trouble, that Jason knocked me up or something. Sometimes the twin thing wasn’t so great. “You know Sonny will kill you, right? Best friend or not.” Johnny would too but I wasn’t about to tell him that. He thought Johnny was just some wimpy kid overstepping the boundaries.

I glared at the wastebasket, each wrapper, beer bottle, wine bottle…wait one second. There was more than one wrapper? “Morgan! How many times did you take advantage of me?” I knew saying that would get him riled up more and I needed a good fight right now. Until my new hubby and I could get a divorce, I doubted he would let me go bar hopping and picking fights with the men that thought they were really something. Then again, he did hate me. Maybe he wouldn’t care. Yet again, if he did, why should I listen to him? He wasn’t my dad. We didn’t get married for love. We were two enemies that got too drunk to think straight and ran straight to the chapel. I didn’t have to listen to him. “Don’t even go there. It’s spring break, idiot. I was here with a few girlfriends. I’m not a kid, I’m allowed to be here. Even if I wasn’t, it wouldn’t matter.” Not the smoking-is-bad-for-you crap again. I heard it enough from Grams. I know it’s bad for me. I happen to not care. “In case you haven’t noticed Morgan, I’m done growing. So it doesn’t really matter, does it?” Mom used to say I got my grand-mère's height, while Johnny got more of Daddy’s. I didn’t care how tall I was, but people like Morgan teasing me about it pissed me off. “Shut up.” I could easily tease him right back about how tall he was and how he thought it made him intimidating. Morgan wasn’t intimidating. He was just annoying.

I tried to ignore my pounding headache and figure out what exactly happened last night. The girls and I hung out for a few hours, then we went to get some drinks. Did they see me with Jason? Did they let me go with him? They couldn’t have. Libs would never let me near him and not because she wanted him. He annoyed her almost as much as he annoyed me. Thinking he was so cool just because he could pretend that he didn’t care when he obviously did. Fake people like that always pissed me off. Rebecca was about the same way, except worse. It’s a good thing Em and I knew how to destroy the competition. There was a reason we were Zaccharas and we weren’t afraid to show it. Em didn’t usually use her name for anything, but me? Hey, it got the guys running and made me feel in control of something. Anything that did that was great as far as I was concerned. I didn’t even care that half of the town hated Daddy. Yeah, he could treat Vince and Brenda better, hell even Carly, and if he admitted how much he loved Em, maybe he could get past his hate for everyone else. But even though Daddy adopted Vince, he was still Trevor’s and as much as Daddy didn’t let on, I knew that hurt him. I never thought Mom could do anything like that but I guess you couldn’t trust anyone. The only person you could knew you better than you knew yourself and for me, that was Johnny. Again, it was the twin thing. Carly hated it. She always wanted to be closer to Johnny than she was, not that they weren’t kind of close. Cars never felt like she fit in and I think she hated that the most. Finding out late in the game that your dad was Anthony Zacchara probably didn’t help. Not that I felt any kind of sympathy for my sister. If anything, it was pity.

I raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m going to go back to your private plane on your private airstrip and be in your care? Hell no. I’m not some little girl you can cart around wherever. You go back to your plane and I’ll get my girls and go back to mine. We’ll secretly meet back up at home and get this taken care of. By the end of the week, you can be free to date whatever sleaze you want to.” He moved to put his hand on my back, probably just to lead me out, but it made me jump and then wince, hopefully without him noticing. “Don’t. touch. me.” Wasn’t it enough that he had sex with a completely plastered stranger? Okay so we weren’t strangers, but it’s not like he knew me either. He knew what I wanted him to know and that was it. Morgan, on the other hand, he was easy to get to know. Unless he was working, his gaze said anything. The reason I knew any of that was because Cars never could keep her mouth shut if you even mentioned Jason’s name, like Em did last week. It drove Vince and Johnny insane. “This marriage was an accident. We don’t have to act like a damn couple. We came here separately, we leave separately. Comprende?”