Married in Vegas

[notjustaface]

Face woke up well before Murdock - his partner content to slumber well into the afternoon if there was nothing else pressing to do. He had something quite pressing, something he'd have to do himself. "Love you, baby," he murmured, brushing a kiss on Murdock's forehead, fingers shifting aside his bedraggled hair with the barest inclination to put the day off for another day and just curl up in bed beside him until the world went quiet. "I'll be back in a little bit. You just get your sleep."

A soft groan and push back against the gentle kiss was the extent of Murdock's protest before Face could slip out of the hotel room and get to work. There were a lot of things to be done, not the least of which was getting a hold of Hannibal to get some cash wired - the old man owed them a hell of a lot more and it came with the promise that they'd have a job in a couple days.

It didn't matter. All that mattered in that moment was putting a deposit down at the Little Elvis chapel and pulling up to the hotel in a pink Cadillac as the afternoon sun hung low in the desert sky.

"Oh Captain..." he called, grinning ear to ear as he pushed open the hotel room door. "Your chariot, sir... you've not even dressed yourself."