Connor and Lou Proposal 9

What Happens in Vegas

Connor and his girlfriend Lou Ellen decided they needed to get away from every one, spend in sane amounts of money, and see small replicas of the Eiffel Towner and Statue of Liberty. This could mean only one thing: they were headed to Vegas.

Connor always claimed to be the more romantic Stoll brother, and he didn't fear marriage like some guys. He also knew Lou loved doing things spontaneously and unexpectedly, this trip was an example of that. She simply woke up one morning booked tickets and a hotel and asked Connor to go to Vegas with her. Pretty soon they were flying out of JFK.

They were both twenty-three and had been dating for four years. Lou and him had been friends for years before that, she ended up being a lot of help on pranks wit the ability to turn people invisible, make them silent, and get into any cabin painlessly (even the high-security Hephaestus cabin).

On their first night there, they were sitting, playing various games, (Lou using her powers to ensure their winning) and drinking seven-dollar drinks. Around eleven at night, they had been at the casino for three hours, Connor blurted, "Let's get married!"

"How wasted are you?" Lou asked.

"Hardly buzzed, honestly. Think about it, you said yourself that you never wanted a big romantic wedding, you'd rather elope, and now here we are. We could run off right now and get married and shock the hell out of people when we get back,"

"I don't know Connor, this is huge, you can't just spring this on me, at least not this sober,"

"Okay, I'll just go lock you on the roof, marry a striper, and steal a cop car and Mike Tyson's tiger." Connor said. He had been references to That Hangover since they decided to come to Vegas, (which drove Lou to shout, "I get it you've seen the Hangover," on the plain, drawing attention to themselves.)

Get married? Lou thought, well here we are in Vegas. I love him; this is what people do in Vegas. I've always kind of wanted to just run away one day. What the hell, viva Las Vegas!

An hour later, they were walking back to their Hotel, Lou looked up at all the bright light and neon signs, we're really in Vegas, she thought, and we're really gonna do this. "Let's do it," Lou said. Connor's face lit up, "Yeah, as soon as we get back to the Hotel,"

"Not that," Lout said, "I meant getting married,"

"Oh, really?" Connor was shock, but impressed that he had convinced her.

"Really, really. Come one," She pulled him along, looking for a chapel. After about fifteen minutes of scanning the lit-up streets of Las Vegas, they finally found a chapel decorated with pink hearts and little Cupids drawing their bows.

An hour later they were married. They had been married by and Elvis impersonator, not caring it was the biggest Vegas cliché, and then headed back the hotel for the "Honey moon,"

The rest of their trip was spent taking the City down. Casino to casino, they were winning because of Lou's ability to make things go their way. After only being in Vegas, they had won over 100,000 dollars. Connor wanted to stay and keep winning until the State of Nevada paid them to leave, but Lou put a stop to that, the last thing she wanted to do was get arrested. Connor assured her there was no way they could have been arrested without any proof of them cheating.

But they still left, much richer than they had come in.

When they got back to New York, the first people they told were Travis and Katie. Connor wasn't sure how either of them was going to take it. Connor knew Katie wanted to get married, he also knew Travis was clueless.

"How was Vegas?" Travis asked, sitting down next to Katie on their couch,"

"Pretty good, we went to a lot of Casinos, got married, won 100,000 dollars…."

"You guys got married?!" Katie yelled the same time Travis yelled "100,000 dollars?"

Katie looked at him like he was an idiot, "You little brother just came back from Vegas married and you're more concerned with the money?"

"Yeah, I don't mind that he got married. I'm really amazed, thought, that my little brother practically bankrupt a casino and he is a ratard.