[ EU ] Describe the day after two fictional characters ( your choice ) accidentally get married in Las Vegas

`` Ohh, my head,'' the man groaned as he drifted back into consciousness. As his vision swam back into focus, he took note of his surroundings. The room in which he found himself had been torn apart; most likely an act of violence. Curtains torn from their fittings. There had been a fight here. The tear patterns showed that somebody had grabbed onto it, and had been yanked away from it just as quickly. 
 
 Although the pounding in his head would indicate something else. Perhaps he had gone a bit too overboard with his alcohol consumption, and he was living to regret it now. A thin taste of bile rose in his throat as he pulled himself to his feet allowing him a better view of the room. He had n't been here alone. Loose articles of clothing were strewn in random places. A bow tie thrown onto the carpet next to a stain of red wine. 
 
 `` John?'' he called out tentatively, `` John are you there?'' 
 
 No response. Had John even been with him last night? It would have been unlike him to leave anything in such a state, even if he were intoxicated to the degree he believed he had been the previous night. 
 
 `` Oh, you're awake,'' a voice called from the doorway. He looked up at the man who had appeared. Tall and thin, he wore a crumpled jacket with the top few buttons of a shirt undone. His hair fell across his face like a hastily-prepared bird's nest, and he ran a hand anxiously through it as he steadied himself against the nearby wall. 
 
 `` Right, I know what you're thinking. But I have nothing to do with this.'' 
 
 `` Who are you? What happened here?'' 
 
 `` Blimey, you do n't mess around do you? Just leap straight in!'' the man retorted with a smirk, `` And to answer your question... I've no idea. More fun that way. Have you seen a key anywhere?'' 
 
 This man was clearly unhinged. He seemed incapable of focussing on anything for too long; his body swaying uneasily as if he longed to be moving somewhere else. Anywhere else than where he currently was. 
 
 `` I'm sorry, a key?'' 
 
 `` Yes. Little silver thing. Good for unlocking doors. Well, one door in particular. It's really quite important that I find it.'' 
 
 A quick glance around yielded nothing, there was no key anywhere obvious. 
 
 `` Have n't seen it, no,'' he replied, straightening the collar of his own jacket and redoing his buttons. If he were to be of any use, he might as well make himself ready. 
 
 `` Ah. As I said, really quite important that I get that back,'' with this comment, he produced a slim metal pen-like device from a pocket and pointed it into the air. With a push of the button on the side, the tip of it lit up green with a whirring noise, apparently scanning for something. 
 
 `` Right. Not good,'' he said, looking closely at the device, `` I ca n't find a signal. Really... really... not good at all.'' 
 
 `` Anything the matter?'' 
 
 The man gave the other a look. 
 
 `` Look, I've got this short of... ship thing. Did n't tell you about it yesterday, but it's my only way out of here. So I'd like to find it. But... I have no idea where it is.'' 
 
 `` Sounds like a problem,'' the first man said, raising an eyebrow. 
 
 `` Well, obviously. Come on, we need to go and find it. The game is afoot, as you say,'' the man with the green-tipped device said as he left the room, before reappearing a moment later. 
 
 `` And... last night. I'm pretty sure that was n't a real priest.''
