Last call hits at 3am and they're out on the streets again by 3:30, Felix with his arm around her and singing something happily at about drunk volume 3 (it goes to 11), probably whatever the club was playing as it kicked everyone out. He is in a FABULOUS mood, and drags Lilah along with him (with periodic stops to make out) to explore whatever they can find and get into, which ends up including a small 24 hour wildlife habitat at the Flamingo (including flamingos, of course), some bizarrely cheap bowling (with more drinks!), getting rather gently kicked out of a casino (who knew you had to prove you were 21 to even watch?) after which Felix finds a slot machine to play just on principle, and just plain wandering around looking at stuff and people-watching. Around dawn, they infiltrate a hotel to take the elevator up to a roof deck and look around from up there while the sun comes up. And going on 7, 7:30ish, they encounter a bizarrely architectured building which claims to be a Denny's, and Felix decides he's suddenly starving.

He's not the only one in a FABULOUS mood; Lilah's laughing and open and clearly having the time of her life. Her arm rarely leaves his side, and it's not hard at all to draw her into frequent makeouts. In fact, a good portion of the time, they're her idea. She frequently gives him those smitten looks, and seems fascinated by every word he has to say-- even when all he has to say is the ordering of more drinks. The flamingos make her even more happy than the bowling, and she's thrilled when she wins three dollars at the slot machine, but nothing compares to the fun she's had dancing. It's probably why she keeps swaying in time to music, heard or unheard. That, or it's the drunkenness. Lilah's not a lightweight, but she certainly can't hold her liquor as well as he can, and when Denny's comes up, she enthusiastically agrees, pointing out that if she doesn't eat and get something NON alcoholic to drink at some point, she's 'gonna end up pukin' on yer shoes.' She takes Felix's hand in hers, if it isn't already there already, and leans up against him, as much for support as for the feel of him.

Felix is plenty happy to have her leaning up against him, and at least when there's heard music they're probably both moving to it, if not necessarily in the same way. As usual, they get a wider berth than most couples wandering around, as quite a number of people just somehow happen to move in a different direction when they near. The hostess currently on duty at the Denny's is not one of them, though, and is cheerful and friendly at them while she seats them in a booth. She sets menus and water down for them each and heads off, and Felix glances around the restaurant, taking in the interior and the people around them. A fair number of people look like they've also been out all night, contrasting with the ones who're clearly getting a chipper start to their day. He slides a foot across under the table to try to hook Lilah's ankle, and opens his menu, scanning the current set of pictures. "You reckon there's any Denny's where the food actually comes out lookin' like these?"

There's a sunny smile for the waitress, and Lilah immediately reaches her foot across under the table as well, meeting his halfway. When their feet lightly collide, she covers her mouth for a giggle, shaking her head. She hasn't even looked at the menu by the time he asks that, and it seems to remind her that there's anything going on SAVE for him right now. She flips open her menu, perusing the choices, and replies, "Nah. They prolly put plastic 'n stuff on the food in the pictures, like they do fer apples." It's wax, but who's counting? "Whatcha gonna get? I'm lookin' at omelettes. I might share, if'n you ask reeeeeeal nice."

"Yeah, you're probably right. Or it's just plastic to start with, maybe." Felix grins when their feet collide as well, glancing up at her from his menu, then goes back to studying it. "I need some meat, I'm thinkin'. Maybe..." He pauses, eyeing the menu again, and absently tapping one of the pictures a moment, "...t-bone steak and eggs? That sounds good. And coffee. Maybe orange juice. Parts of your omelette." He gives her another grin, this one teasing. And there's already a waitress heading toward their booth for drink orders. Handy!

"Yeah, I'mma have omelettes. An' parts o' your t-bone," Lilah decides, batting her eyelashes at him. "An' coffee. That sounds divine." When the waitress arrives, she greets her with a broad smile, broader by the moment, and orders herself coffee, and an 'ultimate omelette.' Her foot trails up from his to rub against the bottom of his leg, while she carefully doesn't look in his direction.

"ARE you now," Felix replies to her lash-batting assertion, brows lifting, and gives her a wicked little half-smile. All the more reason not to look in his direction after the waitress arrives, surely. He gives her a bright smile as well, which nonetheless seems to faintly unsettle her, and orders exactly what he'd said, not including the parts of Lilah's omelette; she bustles off swiftly. Beneath the table, he slips the other foot over and counters by trying to run the top of the toe along the back of her lower calf. In the service of Clearly Not Looking, he snags one of the little table tents and pulls it over, starting to make a show of reading the advertisement on the side that had been facing the wall.

Lilah turns a very particular shade of red at his question, making a show of looking at the menu. And she pays attention to the waitress until she's gone, but the waitress takes the menu with her, which leaves Lilah hunting for something to distract her. She continues lightly rubbing her foot over his leg, a little higher now but still well within the bounds of decency. In the end, she gets bored of staring at the wall, and looks over to him, still faintly blushing.

Felix's expression is probably worth the watch. It starts out Far Too Innocent, of course, to facilitate Obviously Reading, but after several seconds his brow furrows a little and he adjusts the way he's holding the tent, focusing on it actually for real for another while. His foot slows -- not stilled, but distracted -- while he studies the thing, and after a glance over his shoulder toward another part of the room, he studies the paper again. Eventually, he lifts his head to look directly at her, eyes a bit widened. "Lilah," he says urgently, and turns the tent, pushing it across so she can see the side he was reading, "=Lilah.= That," a blind point at the area with the white lattice, "is a wedding chapel. You can get married in =Denny's=. In Denny's in =Vegas=. By =Elvis=." Okay, it doesn't say that part on the ad, but everyone knows about that, right? And it does suggest any officiant is acceptable! "That is. AWESOME." He sounds practically reverent, and his gaze doesn't leave her for a moment.

Lilah tilts her head as she watches him, and continues running her foot over his leg, at least at first. "What you lookin' at? The apple pie that tasty-lookin'?" she teases, but once his brow furrows and he looks over his shoulder, she stops teasing, leaning forward as though a little concerned. Her foot stops. His explanation of what's going on gets a laugh, pure delight, and she asks, "Really? That's-- wow!" She sounds just about as reverent as he is. "In Denny's?" She laughs, clapping her hands a little, even. "I'm gonna do somethin' like that, someday. I guar-an-tee it. Denny's. An' Elvis! It's like a match made in heaven!"

"We should do it," Felix says excitedly, leaning across the table toward her, his hands flat on the surface just in front of her and his eyes lit up, "We should absolutely do that. I mean what else were we planning to do today anyhow? Aside from maybe go to that amusement park on top of the Stratosphere, which sounds pretty awesome but c'mon, it's not THIS awesome."

Lilah, head still tilted... tilts it yet further to the side as she considers him and his words, her smile turning a bit quizzical. She leans forward as well, placing her hands on top of his, and jokes once more, "Don't tease a poor country girl." This time though, she seems to know not to doubt him. She leans back, pulling her hands back as well, and continues watching him in silence for a moment or three, before suddenly grinning. She nods her head, saying, "Okay." She gives an incandescent smile, and without saying another word, stands and moves to his side of the table, trying to get away with a brief but passionate kiss without them getting kicked out.

Felix watches her considering the idea, giving off even more of that sense of compressed energy than usual, and laughs delightedly when she agrees and heads toward his side of the table. He reaches out to grab her by the waist and pull her into his part of the booth, nearly into his lap, for that kiss. He either doesn't care about or doesn't consider the possibility of getting them kicked out, so it's probably somewhat less on the brief side and more on the passionate from his end.

As tends to be the usual, Lilah is the one to pull away first, though this time her forehead presses up against his, and she strokes his cheek before giggling happily. She starts to stand again, taking his hand and trying to get him to stand, as well. It's like she's completely forgotten about the food. Then again, if that succeeds, she doesn't start leading him toward the exit, so.

Her attempt to stand again gets a hint of confusion, which definitely deepens as she tries to get Felix standing as well. "...I definitely still need that steak," he warns, just in case she has designs on dragging him somewhere less breakfast-adjacent.

Once he's up, Lilah beams at him and tries to get him dancing with her, right there in the Denny's, to whatever cheesy elevator music is playing. She's riding high on emotions (and alcohol), and doesn't seem to notice the waitress arriving with their food until the woman clears her throat.

Felix laughs again, when he catches on to what she's going for, and lo, the dancing commenceth! Other diners are lucky, and due to the music being played, it's relatively sedate dancing, no covering the wee ones' eyes necessary. He's just dipped her for no particularly good reason when the waitress clears her throat, and he looks up from Lilah to her, and the meal. "Oh hey, that was pretty quick," he says, as though there were nothing at all unusual about the situation, and sets Lilah back upright, kissing her on the cheek before letting her go and reclaiming his seat. "So, hey," he continues as the plates are being set down, and gestures at the table tent, "who'd a person hafta speak to to sign up for that?"

When Lilah's dipped, she laughs loudly, and then turns her head to the waitress. "Hi there!" she greets her, halfway to the ground, and then giggles as she's pulled upright again. "Thanks!" she adds to the woman, taking a seat next to Felix in the booth. If he doesn't scoot out of the way fast enough, she *will* end up on his lap at last. He'll be shocked and dismayed, certainly. The waitress looks between them, then answers, "You'd talk to my manager. I can get her if you'd like?"

Shocked, dismayed, probably appalled! Although admittedly, it might make eating breakfast trickier, and that would be a downside. Felix slides his arms around her waist, and nods to the waitress. "Sure, thanks," he answers, and gives Lilah a kiss on the shoulder before adjusting position to slip her onto the seat beside him. But not very far.

The waitress nods and heads off to get her manager, and Lilah makes sure she's sitting super-close to him, lap or no lap. She laughs at nothing in particular, just a pleased sound that seems to have no cause, and reaches for her plate, scooting it closer. She takes a bite of her omelette, closing her eyes in approval, and then rests her head against his shoulder, briefly. It's probably not a very comfortable position, which is why she straightens up after that, and eats a bit more of her food. The manager arrives about a minute later, a rather fit woman in her 60s with short salt and pepper hair styled in little waves. "Stephanie told me you were interested in our wedding services... are you the happy couple in question?"

It probably isn't, alas. Certainly not while eating. Felix gives her a kiss on the head when she does it, though, while busily cutting into his steak. It may not look half as good as the one in the menu, but it still looks like meat! He digs in as well, and has only just snuck his fork over to steal a bite of Lilah's omelette when the manager comes by. "Yup!" he confirms brightly, "What's involved in settin' somethin' like that up?"

Lilah smiles softly at the kiss to her head, and ends up kissing his cheek as she pulls away. She playfully swats at his hand as he reaches for her omelette, but doesn't look *actually* bothered, allowing him that bite and more besides. Of course, it DOES mean that while he talks with the manager, she steals a bite of his steak, but sacrifices must be made! "Well, you'll need to have a marriage license-- if you don't already have one, you can get one at the Clark County Marriage License Bureau, over on Clark and Third. If you already have one, great! Once you have it, we can perform the wedding here."

Felix clicks his tongue and returns the playful swatting when Lilah tries to steal HIS food, with a complaint of, "Hey, I need that!" interjected to her between talking to the manager. The license information gets a thoughtful nod. "So do you need a lot of warning ahead of time? And do you," he asks very seriously, "have an Elvis?"

"No you don't," Lilah says cheerily, and if she was unable to steal a bite, she tries again. Otherwise, she eats that steak like it was caviar, making a big show of how delicious her stolen food is. "We need warning ahead of time on busy nights, but we're not too busy in the mornings, or past midnight," the manager replies, and adds, "Once it hits noon, though, that's when you should get a reservation." The question about Elvis doesn't surprise her in the slightest-- it must be a common request. "We don't have one on-site, but you're allowed to choose your own minister, and there are a lot, in this town." Lilah looks up at the woman with a broad grin, but she's quiet for the moment.

Oh, she succeeded with that first bite, but just you wait and see if she can thieve another! (Spoiler: yes.) Felix tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly at the sunlight out the windows, before glancing to Lilah and deciding, "It's, what... 8 maybe? That sounds doable. You got anythin' you wanna ask?"

Lilah nods to him, reaching over to squeeze his hand (and then steal another bite). "Yeah, sounds doable," she agrees, and then looks at the manager, asking curiously, "Ya'll got music, here? For weddin's?" Before the manager can even answer, Lilah adds, "I like Katy Perry." The other woman doesn't even bat an eyelash. "You'd have to provide the CD or mp3, but we've got the setup for it here." Lilah responds by grinning up a storm and kissing Felix's cheek. "Thank ya kindly," she says to the manager, and as an aside to Felix, "Unconditionally! It's perfect! Katy Perry an' Elvis go together like Kool-Aid 'n water!"

"The powder or after it's already been mixed up?" Felix asks, because this is obviously the most important issue here, and then adds his own "Thanks!" to the manager, since it seems like they've probably covered what they need to for now. At least HE can't think of anything being overlooked. He squeezes Lilah's hand, asking, "D'you got it as a CD or mp3 or should we be handlin' that too?"

"The powder, o'course," Lilah laughs, shaking her head like that's the silliest question in the world. "An' I like mixin' different flavors." She squeezes his hand right back, running her thumb over his knuckles, as the manager says, "No problem. You two have a great day, and congratulations!" She heads off, and then Lilah replies, "I don't got either," with a shake of her head. "Seems like it'd be pretty easy to get the CD. I don't have anythin' to put an mp3 on." Another squeeze of his hand, and then she has a bite of her omelette, before offering him one.

"I like mixin' it with vodka," Felix replies, "but different flavours sounds good too." He accepts the bite of omelette, and nods to her. "I reckon a CD's within our abilities, yeah. And I don't have anythin' to play either, anymore. Wouldn't mind pickin' up a CD player sometime..." This tangent gets filed away for the moment, however, quite possibly never to be rediscovered, while he gets back to the more immediate issues of eating breakfast, giving her a slight shoulder bump, and, "Wonder how y'find a decent Elvis on short notice. Think they got like a temp agency for them here somewhere?"

His reply makes Lilah grin, and she eats her omelette for a few moments while he talks, nodding. "I'm real excited," she reveals the obvious, and squeezes his leg. She bumps his shoulder back, has another bite of her omelette, and notes, "You better eat more o' this right quick, or I'm gonna eat it all up. An' I dunno. Reckon they got a list somewhere. Maybe we'll ask 'em at the licensin' place. They must get asked an awful lot."

Felix obligingly reaches over and cuts off a ridiculously large bite of her omelette, although at least then he doesn't try to eat it all in one go. Mostly because he's talking, though. "That's a good point, they gotta get asked at least twenty times a day, most likely. So either way, we go there next, and work from there." He seems to feel this qualifies as a solid plan.

Lilah doesn't at all seem to mind how much he's taking. In fact, she gives him a fond smile as he does so-- and for several moments after. "Sounds like the way to go," she agrees, and quiets down to eat her hashbrowns and omelette. The biscuits don't get touched, at least not at the moment. Once she's put a serious dent in the amount of food on her plate, she leans over to whisper something in his ear, a sly smile on her face. Only, once she's there, she doesn't whisper a thing-- just lightly nips at his earlobe before pulling away.

Felix seems happy enough to shut up and eat for a while; apparently he really was getting pretty damn hungry, considering how fast the steak disappears. Not, however, so fast that Lilah can't steal another bite or two if she feels the need. The rest of the meal is forced to wait until the meat's gone, and then the eggs and hashbrowns get their turn, together. He tilts his head slightly when she leans over to whisper, and the nip gets a laugh and the best scandalized look he can manage. It's not very.

Lilah does indeed steal a few more bites of his steak, but mostly she leaves him to it. She grins at his oh so scandalized look, nodding firmly. That's what you GET, her expression says. She pats his leg, and then finishes off her omelette. The biscuits are another matter-- one is offered to him, and the other wrapped up in a paper napkin and set aside for now.

She gets a narrow-eyed look in return, a just-you-wait, but the grin is trying too hard to escape for it to be properly intimidating. Plus, then there's a biscuit and he's looking like that's yet another mark in the day's long 'pros' column, leaning to give her a kiss on the cheek. And then lick the edge of her ear, because karma, or something. He sits up properly, all innocence again, and butters up the biscuit, adding honey as well. The food (and coffee) are pretty well demolished after that, and it's just a matter of paying and heading out into the sunlight to cover the important steps of the plan. The Bureau is just where the manager said it was -- of course -- and although there's a brief delay when they discover the age issue, Felix's little trick from the club turns out to work again, smooth as butter this time. Less 'modification' needed anyhow! They DO have lists of officiants, including a couple pages of Elvii, and the second or third one Felix tries on the building's old payphone(!) happens to be free about 10am (and not overly expensive). The CD is, as expected, about the simplest thing to acquire. There's a brief stop at the car, mostly for the camera really, and then it's back to the Denny's right around the proper time, with just the tiniest pause in which Felix ste-- uh, =borrows= the flowers off an outdoor cafe table they pass. They're white, mostly! Also dripping a bit, but in this weather that'll change fast.

Lilah shivers at the lick to her ear, focusing VERY MUCH on her hashbrowns. Nothing to see here! Which is nice, but he can see the tell-tale flush to her cheeks. She happily holds his hand as they head to the Bureau, and the occasional bumps she gives him in return are not ALWAYS playful-- sometimes she's just stumbling! She seems in remarkably good spirits, but when isn't she? Still, there's something about today, about being drunk and in his company, after a night of clubbing and a morning of wedding planning, that makes it seem even further along that spectrum. She seems thrilled he's got the Polaroid, giving him a kiss as a thank you for remembering it, and then it's to the Denny's! She laughs at him 'finding' the flowers, but only once they're out of earshot of the cafe; it's clear she finds it charming. When they arrive at Denny's, she even allows him to open the door for her, though she nearly opens it herself just out of habit.

Felix presents the flowers to her just before the door, when the stems've pretty much dried, which allows him to bow to her again, and also helps prevent untoward lacks of chivalry (which, really, this is not the time for such lapses!) by filling her hand and emptying his so he can get the handle and pull the door open for her. He follows, of course. Elvis has already entered the building and is sitting at the bar having a soda, and both he and the manager glance up and take clear note of Felix and Lilah -- he probably guessing their outfits make them more likely than most other patrons, and she recognizing them from earlier. She approaches, smiling.

Lilah accepts the flowers and curtsies with a flourish, then heads inside. Her eyes go immediately to Elvis, and she looks gleeful indeed. When the manager approaches, Lilah manages to tear her eyes away from the officiant and back to her, smiling right back. "We're back!" she says unnecessarily, and the manager says, "And I'm glad of it! Why don't you two step right over here into this alcove," gesturing at the white lattice. Lilah offers her the CD mutely, and then seems to realize she needs to specify which one: "Song five," she says, apparently having memorized that at some point. The manager nods, arranging the CD player to replay that song repeatedly, but doesn't start the music just yet. She gestures to Elvis, and he comes over, offering a too-firm shake of the hand to the 'happy couple.' "Welcome, welcome," he says, and he's not half bad at what he does.

Not half-bad indeed, thus far! Okay, the facial resemblence is a bit iffy, but that's his real hair and the jumpsuit has enough rhinestones that Corax in other timezones are probably staring this direction on instinct and wondering why. The voice and accent are pretty decent too. Felix of course shakes Elvis's hand back, partly because he's being polite and partly because ELVIS, even if he's, you know, not the original one. "Congratulations," Elvis continues, "Now, anything I oughta be careful of? Anyone else in the wedding party, and are you intending to exchange tokens?" Felix gets that 'knew I forgot something' look, then brightens slightly, reaching in his pocket for his smokes case, and opening it up to glance inside. The manager looks as though she's briefly unsure if she should mention smoking's not allowed in restaurants, but he just takes something else out of it and puts it away again, the other thing moving to a different pocket. "I've got a ring!" he says, clearly pleased with this, "...and nah, 's just us." He takes Lilah's hand again, giving it a small squeeze. Elvis nods, giving the pair of them a grin. "All right, then. I'm ready when you are." He has a brief talk with the manager, who adjusts the arrangement of CDs, and then positions himself in the general officiant-ing spot, with his microphone. "Oh, hey," Felix says to Lilah, "we gotta get someone to take pics..." He glances around for a likely victim.

Of course Lilah shakes Elvis's hand as well, and she tells him, "I loved you in Jailhouse Rock," she says as she shake shake shakes repeatedly and excitedly. To Elvis's credit, he neither confirms nor denies that uh, he's not ACTUALLY Elvis, and instead gives her a broad smile before reclaiming his poor hand. She looks a little panicked, though, when he brings up mention of exchanging tokens, patting her dress as though she's hidden away a ring there somewhere. Sadly, she has not. A few moments later, she brightens as well, and nods her head, holding her purse close to her. "I got somethin' for him," she announces, and leans over to kiss Felix's cheek. She squeezes his hand right back, and then rubs her thumb over his knuckles again, right until he realizes they can't be selfieing during the vows. Or CAN THEY? ...no. No, they cannot, because she reaches for the camera, and assuming it's handed over, she asks a young couple near the lattice if they'd be willing.

The vows, maybe, but it would be so distracting during the kiss! Handily the couple Lilah chooses, who have been half-watching with interest, are actually kind of enthused about being the photographers. Probably partly because they're pretty much done eating, so it's not like things'll get cold. Felix looks intrigued when Lilah says she has 'something', but alas, he will have to wait! He looks to her, tilting his head in an unspoken 'ready?', and when he gets confirmation, leads her over to the spot in the chapel where they're meant to stand. Elvis gives them a big shiny smile, and cues the manager to start his first number. It's the Hawai'ian Wedding Song, which he croons to the pair of them, with the choral assistance of the CD.

Lilah has many smiles for the couple as a thank you, so she'll probably come out looking pretty good in the pictures they take, at least at first. She does nod to Felix's unspoken question, and brings their shared hands to her lips for a soft kiss before lowering them again. Idly, she swings their hands back and forth-- at least until the song starts. At that point, she gives Felix the softest, most adoring smile, and goes rather still to stare into his eyes and listen to the music with her full attention.

Felix has smiles for them as well, and one to Elvis in return for his, and of course when the performance starts even more of the restaurant starts paying attention to what's going on, which he probably doesn't entirely hate either. He lets Lilah swing his hand without resistance, and at the beginning of the song watches Elvis -- but when he notes Lilah's smile and gaze, he meets her gaze, takes her other hand as well, and smiles back to her (albeit slightly more gleefully than really suits romantic). When the song stops, there's applause from various spots around the Denny's, and Felix releases Lilah's hands so he can as well, looking to the officiant. The manager starts Unconditionally quietly in the background, and Elvis strikes a suitable pose, declaring, "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Felix and Lilah, who might once have thought "I'm not the marryin' kind," but now, well, it feels so right to follow that dream." He beams at the pair of them, and Felix almost absently takes hold of Lilah's hand again. Elvis goes more solemn, announcing, "Folks, no cryin' in the chapel, but if there are any among you with suspicious minds sayin' he'll have to go, well, it's now or never..." He takes an exaggerated look around the room, "No?" and back to the couple, "Then I'm movin' on, 'cause I just can't help believin' you'll never walk alone."

Lilah claps at the end of the song, but she has eyes only for Felix right now. Her smile is a small one still, but no less happy for it even so. She squeezes his hand again once he's taken it, her smile just growing and growing as she watches him, and as the vows and the music swirl around them. She doesn't even look over at the crowd, or at Elvis, at the question to the 'audience.' Instead, her smile turns slightly lopsided as she watches Felix. Elvis turns to Lilah and says, "Lilah, repeat after me: as long as I have you, anyplace is paradise." It takes her a moment to realize she's being directly spoken to, and then she breaks gaze with Felix long enough to glance over at Elvis for just a moment. She repeats after him with each line: "Whether we find fame and fortune or we're down in the alley, let me be there in a world of our own..." Here, she squeezes Felix's hand yet again. "I don't care if the sun don't shine," she repeats, "It'll be a fairytale. If we meet hard luck, I'll always be your good luck charm, but who needs money?" A brighter smile, here. She keeps repeating, never looking away, "I feel that I've known you forever," a little agreeing nod, "...and even when I'm a hard-headed woman, I'll never send you to heartbreak hotel with the mean woman blues. Don't be cruel, and I'll be with you come what may." She takes Felix's free hand somewhere during this, and gives him a bright smile, no longer soft or muted. "I hope whenever you look at this, you'll think of me," Elvis says, and Lilah repeats that, and then just keeps looking at Felix for a moment, before suddenly realizing what she's said. She blushes and frees one hand, digging in her purse. It's a black purse, quite small, and yet she has to free her other hand for a moment to dig in it-- before pulling out a set of military-esque dog tags triumphantly. "I hope whenever you look at this, you'll think of me," she repeats, and tries to put the necklace around Felix's neck. A closer look at the dog tags will reveal they're not military; they're the cheap sort you can get printed at a Wal-mart for about five dollars. But it's the thought that counts! Printed on the dog tags, in between stars, is the following. On the first one, it says, "DELILAH RAYLENE MERRIWEATHER," and on the second, it says, "FAIRHOPE, ALABAMA."

There are polaroid noises periodically, so the photographers are doing their bit, not that any of the principles are likely to notice at present. Felix just grins wider at the vows, and the tags get a small, rather delighted laugh. He leans forward slightly to let her go ahead and put them on him, picking them up once she has and looking them over before tucking the chain down into his shirt. He certainly doesn't seem bothered by the financial value, although let's be fair, she knows for a fact the ring cost him a quarter! Elvis looks approving of the exchange, and turns a couple degrees: "Felix, repeat after me..." Which Felix does, just short of hammily and with every evidence of enjoying it, eyes of course on Lilah, "Let me be your teddy bear and whether we're living in the ghetto or a mansion over the hilltop, I'll be king of the whole wide world." He gestures broadly with his free hand with that, and then takes =her= free hand with it instead as he goes on. "A boy like me, a girl like you, we've got a lot o' living to do -- and starting today, we'll be together. I'm so glad you're mine, and all that I am is yours; I'm all shook up over the wonder of you," the next line makes his grin go a little wickeder, "...and if you love me tender and make me know it, you'll always be wearin' that loved-on look." He gives her a wink, then repeats, seeming a touch more serious, "Don't step on my blue suede shoes, and I'll be with you until the end of the road. I hope you'll always let me say, 'she wears my ring'." Having had Lilah's experience to prompt him, he does remember to release her hand and get the ring from his pocket, then, and takes her left hand gently in his right to slip the thing on the appropriate finger. He looks up from it once it's in place -- and it does actually fit her better than it fit him, having been originally intended for a woman -- and meets her gaze with another grin.

Definitely there's no sign from Lilah that she's paying attention whatsoever to the photographers, or even to Elvis, now that she's got her eyes back on Felix. His reaction to the dog tags absolutely thrills her, and her eyes shift to his mouth before returning to his eyes. 'Must wait for kisses,' he can probably imagine her repeating in her head. His wicked grin gets the reation he was probably hoping for: her cheeks flush, and though she doesn't look away from him, she looks as though she'd love to duck her head again; it's there in the way she does lower her chin a bit. The serious bit gets a serious look right back, and a squeeze of his hands before he lets go. She looks down at the ring, smiling broadly, and seems not to mind the quarter-costing ring one bit. In fact, she holds her hands out splayed, seeing how it looks in the cast of the Denny's overhead lighting. When she looks back up at him, it's with another of those entirely sappy expressions he's been getting to know from her.

Felix indeed enjoys that reaction to the grin, she can surely tell, and her examination of the ring and its behaviour in Denny's light gets a brief but uncharacteristically fond little smile. Elvis gives another small nod of approval, then raises his voice to exclaim, "On behalf of all who are gathered here, we hope the thrill of your love brings you a pocketful of rainbows, and that you always know that home is where the heart is. Just remember," a portentious look, "there is no," tiny pause, "return to sender." He beams again, declaring, "By the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife! But a little less conversation, a little more action, please: you may kiss the bride." This is not an instruction that requires much in the way of thinking about. Felix pulls her in close by her hand, his other arm wrapping around her waist, and, well, kisses her. It's a good thorough kiss, and some wag sitting near the window whistles at them before getting bapped in the head by one of his tablemates. It does set off some scattered applause for them, however. When the kiss breaks, Felix rests his forehead against Lilah's for a moment, grinning again, and then Elvis cues the manager to change music again: Viva Las Vegas, which he performs with great energy and (by gesture) invites them to feel free to dance to as well. There is, of course, rather more dancing to this one on his part than to the first song.

Lilah looks up just in time to see that fond little smile, and she mouths along with Katy Perry, "Unconditionally. I will love you..." but doesn't mouth along with 'unconditionally' again, instead smiling and squeezing his hand. It definitely doesn't take any effort to pull her into that kiss, but it might take a little effort to pull AWAY, at least until they get whistled at. At that point, she doesn't pull back, but she's softly laughing against his mouth and blushing again, so there's that. When his forehead rests against hers, she briefly runs her fingers over his cheek, closing her eyes until she feels him begin to pull away. She opens her eyes, then, grinning and starting to dance along. She is, as usual, not half bad-- even when quite drunk and in heels. Her style's a bit merengue at the moment.

It might not be the traditional first dance, but hey, there's clearly a need for a break in all the stodgy old tradition going on here anyway, amirite? I am right. Felix takes a few steps to match up with Lilah's style -- hey, he's also quite drunk and, well, technically in heels too, come to think of it -- but when he does, they get it working pretty damn well. It's nice when one's talents line up with what one's doing in front of a bunch of strangers! Not that he's paying much evident attention to their audience at present; it's about 75% for Lilah and 25% for Elvis, really. He dips her right around the end, laughing, and letting her back up as the music finishes and pretty much everyone (including him) claps for Elvis, who bows to them all. And then: cake! Pancake cake. Surely this cannot be improved, except maybe by the couple returning the camera and a reasonable stack of polaroids.

u r rite. And it is nice indeed, judging by the laughter and giggles coming from Lilah as they dance. She throws one arm out, lolling her head back as she's dipped, and then kisses him as soon as she's pulled back up. It's a brief kiss that allows them to clap for Elvis, but she looks as though she'd like nothing more than to kiss him preeeeetty much all day. She looks delighted by the polaroids, whether they're any good or not; it's clear that in the hubbub, she'd forgotten all about them.

Felix is, unsurprisingly, quite easy for Lilah to kiss. He thanks the couple for helping, and he and Lilah feed each other pancake-puppies-on-a-stick from the cake before sharing it with the rest of the restaurant. Don't want it going stale and wasted or something. The manager and Elvis handle what last details remain, Lilah gets her CD back, they're given shirts, everyone gives suitable congratulations and thanks, they get to do more photos in the photo booth... and then, after a bit, everything's done, and there's nothing to do but head back out into the oppressive summer Vegas heat. Felix stops a few feet outside to blink and try to get used to the brightness, still holding Lilah's hand, of course. "So," he says happily after a moment, looking over to her, "...what d'you wanna do next?"

Lilah is rather quiet after the deed's done, but she's not upset by any means. She seems, if anything, overwhelmingly happy, where 'overwhelming' is the operative word. She's happy to feed him pancake puppies, and doesn't even shove any in his face. She replies when spoken to, but she's not really saying anything beyond thanks for people's congratulations and the like. She does specifically thank Elvis though, and the manager. She lets out a deep breath as the exit the Denny's, squeezing his hand and smiling back over at him. "Honestly?" she asks, and she assumes he's going to say 'yes' and not 'no,' because she doesn't wait for him to answer: "I been waitin' pretty long to get back to kissin' you. I was afraid if I really started in there, I'd get us kicked out. An' nobody wants to get kicked out by Elvis." She grins sidelong at him.

Felix grins. "Yeah? I'm pretty sure that's somethin' we can arrange," he says, and leans over to steal a quick one... well, quickISH... for starters. He glances down the road in the general direction of the last place they left the Caddy, and looks thoughtful. "Somewhere air-conditioned might be nice, though. Where they aren't gonna kick us out of neither. C'mon." He starts off toward where they're parked, still holding her hand, so one hopes she does in fact come along!

Lilah does in fact come along! She doesn't, however, ask what he's got in mind. Instead, she squeezes his hand and does her best to keep up with him. "That Elvis was amazin'," she finally says after they're a little further toward the Caddy, and brushes a swath of hair away from her face. "An' I like my ring," she adds happily, glancing down at it and not really looking at where they're headed.

"He really was," Felix agrees, "I reckon I'm glad the first couple weren't available, y'know?" He glances over at her, grinning, "...what mood's it say you're in?" It's not that far, really, to where they're parked, and he puts things down in the Caddy before opening the passenger door for Lilah and inviting her to get in with a bow.

"It's pink. I can't remember what that means, but it's prolly some'n real nice. I'm feelin'-- wait. You tell me. What's the *ring* say I'm feelin'? An' would you agree with its expert opinion?" Lilah glances right back at him, slipping into the Caddy after a perfunctory curtsey.

"Pink, huh?" Felix replies, leaning to take a look as he closes the door, and he heads 'round to get in the other side. "Real happy, if I remember right." He settles into the driver's seat, and very obviously studies her for a couple seconds before smiling again, "I reckon you look like it might be on the right track." He leans over and pulls her in for a kiss again; apparently they're not in SUCH a hurry. But it IS pretty damn hot out.

Lilah is so happy she practically glows, at this point. "Yup, pink," she says, holding out her hand for him to look for himself. She smiles broadly, tilting her head as he studies her, and nods her head at his reckoning. "It is," she confirms, and is easily drawn into that kiss. Hot or not, she intends to hold it for at least a few moments.

Definitely fairly hot. Also the weather. Felix starts the car up after the kiss does break, and drives... but not far. Just to park at the Stratosphere. "I was thinkin'," he explains as they get there, "I wanna know how much it costs to ride those rides they got up at the top of this place's tower. So we might as well find out if it costs a lot to actually stay here. If it does I'm thinkin' we should see if we can find a hostel, 'cause I'm fuckin' meltin' out here." When he parks, he gets her door, but doesn't bother taking the bags along as they head to the blessedly air-conditioned lobby. As it happens, July's actually a damn slow time for Vegas hotels, because no one likes this heat; even with the 'resort fee', the best price is a bit under $50, and the clerk seems charmed by the fact that they just got married -- well, and probably Persuasion -- and notes there are several unbooked suites that night, so she could upgrade them to one if they decided to check in. Hopefully Lilah's on board with that idea, because Felix certainly is!

Lilah's smile just keeps on getting brighter. In fact, he may or may not catch her massaging her poor cheek muscles; it HURTS to smile that much! As they walk, she gently bumps up against him, not even pretending it's an accident this time. She doesn't say much to the clerk, leaving it to Felix to charm her pants off. Hopefully without the lack of pants. She looks thrilled at the idea of a suite, or even just a regular room. His hand gets squeezed before she adjusts her dress a bit, tugging it down on one side. "I can't wait to get outta m'shoes," she is forced to admit, "...an' outta that heat." She offers him a fifty for the room, but tries to do so on the down-low, and without making a big deal of it.

"Me too," Felix tells her, apparently to both, and looks for half a second as if he's going to wave off the cash -- but well, she already has it out, and he doesn't. The nice clerk checks them in, and Felix hands Lilah the room keys and gives her a kiss before heading out to get their bags from the car. "Oh!" he says to her several steps away, turning and walking backward to talk to her, "I forgot to ask about the other thing! Ask her while I'm out there!" At least there's something in the tone that gives the vague impression of a 'please', even if there isn't actually one. He turns again and disappears outside before there's time to answer.

Lilah smiles warmly to him after that kiss, and jingles the room keys happily. "A'right," she agrees, and jingles the keys in his general direction again before returning her attention to the clerk. "We was wonderin' how much it costs to ride the rides y'all got up here?" She gives her a bright and sunny smile, which honestly doesn't take too much effort in her current mood.

And the information is forthcoming! In fact, the clerk even has a brochure to hand Lilah about it, though she rattles off the prices and hours as well, and her personal advice not to eat a heavy meal right beforehand. Felix is back before too long with a bag in each hand, looking hot in not the way he generally prefers (although that way depends on the beholder, anyway), but still in a pretty darn good mood. His bag looks stuffed a bit more full (and bumpier) than usual, if Lilah's paying attention to such things. Another quick thank you to the clerk, and it's to the elevator and up (and up, and up) to find the room.

Lilah thanks the clerk politely, and is perusing the brochure when Felix returns; he's greeted with a bright smile and a kiss. She offers to carry at least one of the bags for him, and whether he lets her or not, she wraps one arm around one of his as they head to the elevator. She may or may not notice the stuffed bag, but she definitely doesn't comment on it, as is her way. However, once they're in the elevator, she does press a warm kiss to his cheek. It's obvious it would be much more, but there's probably at least one other person in the elevator with them, and she's showing restraint. Color me shocked!

Felix doesn't seem inclined to hand it over, but she DOES get to press all buttons and open all necessary doors for him, so surely that's some small comfort. The arm, that's definitely okay. As is the kiss. The bags probably help with the restraint, since his arms are thoroughly occupied! Honestly, that probably has more effect on his end than the fellow travellers do. Once they get up to the right floor and door, he lets her ahead to unlock it, then steps in while she holds it. There's a couple steps into the room, and he stops, looking around. "Holy shit," he says, genuinely impressed, "I'm pretty sure this's bigger than where I used to live."

It takes several tries for Lilah to get the door open, but once she does, she whistles lowly, standing in place for just a moment before she remembers about poor Felix and the bags. She steps aside, holding the door. "I *know* this's bigger than where *I* usedta live," she says, shaking her head, and does a little twirl, spinning in place with her arms wide out. "So much rooooooom!" she marvels, and then shakes her head. "I dunno what I done to deserve this week, but it musta been mighty brave and mighty noble o' me."

Felix puts the bags down right where he is and starts investigating the room; the second place he looks is the bathroom, whereupon he comes right back out and declares, pointing inside with a dramatic straightening of his arm, "There is a fuckin' hot tub in there. And a massive glass shower. And marble =everywhere=." He takes a few half-running steps and launches himself onto the bed like unusually-attired-Superman, landing on his stomach and laughing as he bounces. From there, he pushes to sit on his knees and gaze out the window. "We're so high up. Think that's all neon once the sun sets?"

Lilah slips out of her delicate silver sandals, and stands like a flamingo, rubbing one sore foot. His excited recounting of what's in the bathroom makes her quickly peek in there, and she turns to say something just in time to see him flopping onto the bed. She throws her head back and laughs, loudly and without reserve, before jumping up onto the same bed, jumping up and down. While still jumping, she looks out the window and says, "Don't know, but I bet it's gorgeous!" She stops jumping after a minute or two, and flops next to Felix on her stomach, lazily moving to flop an arm onto him.

Her jumping gets another laugh, and Felix flops back down, rolling onto his back and kicking his own shoes off. After a moment of thought he pushes up enough to get his jacket off as well and throws it in the general direction of the couch, then rolls his head to grin at Lilah, once her arm's across him. "Yeah, I bet it is," he agrees, "Everything here's gorgeous."

Lilah rolls onto her back, halfway sprawled on top of him with her shoulder against his chest and her leg curling around his. Her arm flops. "Yeah," she agrees. "It is." She's not talking about Vegas anymore, her eyes on him. "Today was... just. The last 24 hours here've been real nice. Thank you."

Neither was Felix, entirely! He wraps an arm around her and watches her in return. "It's been a real good day or so," he agrees, and then grins again. "Heyyy," he says as if he might just be noticing this, "we're out of the heat. And ain't no one gonna kick us out of here for a day or so. So it seems to me..." He doesn't finish the sentence, instead tilting his head to kiss her shoulder, and then her mouth.