Think Big, Get Cash, Make Them Blink Fast

Nick takes his hands back and notices the dressing himself for the first time. “When did this happen?”

“Probably during the Polterabend,” Monroe groans, hyperventilating slightly.

“The what?”

“The breaking of the plates to ward off bad luck in our…” He can’t bring himself to say it, because Nick doesn’t know. Nick wouldn’t have any reason to know what it all meant. Except, Monroe knows Nick and he’s about ten seconds away from putting the pieces together so he might as well just get it over with and hope he doesn’t finally have that stroke he’s felt building behind his eyes since he met him. Maybe it will kill him before they have to think about the divorce. “Our marriage.”

Also known as: Nick and Monroe get drunk-married at a wesen peace festival.