Marriage in Vegas: Sci-fi.

The bright neon lights of Vegas shone ahead of them. All that stood in the way was a deserted field filled with rusted automobiles and the barbed wire fence that surrounded it. The skulls of those who hadn't made it were mounted on rusted antennas, mute warning of the dangers inside. Beyond the junkyard, Vegas glowed. Electricity was there. And water. And money. And food. And beautiful women. All they had to do was get through the junkyard that surrounded a ten-mile radius around Vegas.

"Hon," he said, "do you really think this is worth it to be married by Elvis?"

"Sure," she said, smiling up at him, that half-tilted smile with one chipped tooth that had drawn him to her in the first place, when he saw her smile that smile at the bartender who had just suggested she pay her bill with something other than good cash.

He'd waited until the blood and alcohol had stopped dripping from the ceiling, then walked over and introduced himself.


Inspiration: Loosely inspired by a story told by chad_valentine of his and opheliac_9's honeymoon trip to Vegas.
Story Potential: High!
Finished Length: Short story could be awesome! I don't know if I have the stamina for a crazy book in this style.
Notes: Half-post-apocalyptica! Half-parody! ALL KICK ASS! Those crazy kids. No, really. Stone-cold crazy. Just can't lose the sense of humor.