The first wedding chapel in Las Vegas opened September 29, 1933.
There are no existing photo of the business simply known as "The Wedding Chapel." It was here 513 South 5th (Las Vegas Blvd), later known in the 40s as Lucky Wedding Chapel. It was a 24-hour service from the start.
In the late 20s California and other states adopted "Gin marriage laws" which established waiting period for marriages aimed at preventing marrying while drunk. Nevada's no-wait marriages and the boom in automobile travel turned Las Vegas a marriage destination. City Hall was the logical choice. The Wedding Chapel offered convenience.
“New Super Service To ‘Tie the Knot’ – Happy young couples contemplating marriage in Las Vegas need no longer worry about the many and varied details … J.D. Foster has opened a ‘wedding chapel’ at his office, 513 South Fifth street and he not only agrees to shoulder all responsibilities but will supply witnesses for the occasion if they are desired.” - Review Journal, 9/29/1933
Other chapels to open in the 30s included Gay Wedding Chapel, Potthoff Chapel, Hitching Post, and McKee's circa ‘39 which is still open today as Graceland.
In later years, Wee Kirk O' The Heather claimed to be the “original” and oldest chapel in Las Vegas, a claim that was went unchecked at the time the chapel was demolished in 2020.
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Photo: Lucky Wedding Chapel (513 South 5th) and Model Motor Inn (507 South 5th) circa '40-'43. Woody Strode and Princess Luukialuana Kalaeloa of Hawaii were married at Lucky Chapel on 10/13/40. L. F. Manis Photograph Collection (PH-00100) UNLV Special Collections. “Nevada Retains Record for US divorces given.” Review-Journal, 10/17/30; “New Super Service to Tie the Knot.” Review-Journal, 9/29/33, p7; “You Furnish the Bride, JD does the Rest.” Las Vegas Age, 9/29/33, p1; Courtroom Turns to Wedding Chapel. Review-Journal, 8/13/1935.
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hi!
do you write for Ben and Aasim?
I’d like to request them with an S/O who’s normally tired. Sometimes, even falling asleep against them or something
Hi there, I'll give writing as them a shot, I'm so sorry if it's OOC.
Ben and Aasim with an S/O who’s normally tired (even falling asleep against them!)
Ben
"Yeah, I don't blame you.."
I mean, surviving and fighting for your life everyday isn't easy.
He had to admit, sometimes he was worried you were sick, or something.
You weren't.
Just really bloody tired.
If you've ever got lookout duty, but you're feeling exhausted,
He'll take it for ya.
He'd sit in those freezing temperatures, nipping at his skin in the dead of night.
Just to make sure you don't pass out, or get sick.
God knows how tired you'd be if you got sick.
"It's so they don't go to sleep on watch. I don't want walkers creeping up."
That's what he says.
Whenever he's questioned, anyway.
He's a naturally jumpy lad.
And especially these days,
When anything could be the rotting, decomposing hand of an ugly ass walker,
He rarely took any chances.
The poor boy jumped out of his skin when he felt a pressure against him.
Was it a walker?
Did he break something?
Is someone attacking him?
He'd look over, hesitating.
Oh.
It was you, asleep.
You'd leant into his shoulder.
He didn't understand how it was comfortable, honestly.
But as long as you were fine, he was too.
Ben grabbed the nearest blanket, slightly worn from use.
Wrapping it around your figure.
He put his arm around you.
"Making sure they won't fall. that's all.."
He'd tell himself.
Sure, Ben. Sure.
He resumed watch, keeping an eye out.
Tapping his fingers on his knees,
Hoping the darkness would disguise the definite blush.
It wasn't just that.
You trusted him.
HIM.
The screw up, the new guy.
He didn't understand.
Nobody understood a lot these days, he supposed.
But for the first time,
In what felt like a while..
He smiled.
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Aasim
"Are they gonna fall asleep during hunting, or something?"
That'd be what he'd first think,
But he'd shake that thought out of his head.
You weren't irresponsible.
Just more tired than the others.
And hey, who was he to judge?
This world could be hard.
There's not always time for a nap.
He'd find himself unconsciously keeping an eye on you,
Whenever you were asleep, that is.
He's not a creep.
He's making sure nobody disturbs you.
That's one of the first things that set of alarm bells.
When someone else fell asleep, he was never that interested in making sure they weren't woken up.
What was so different with you?
"They've been working extra hard. They deserve the rest."
That's what he'd say to himself, every time.
An affirmation.
Quit the bullshit, Aasim.
He was writing in his journal,
When he felt a pressure against him.
He knew you were next to him before.
Were you peeking into his book?
Nah.
You wouldn't do that.
He was correct, you weren't.
You'd fallen asleep.
Leaning against HIM.
"Oh.."
Never fear, reader.
This wasn't a disappointed "oh".
He took a moment to pause.
Breathing in sharply,
Looking around.
The others would tease him endlessly if they saw.
But when it came to you,
He didn't necessarily mind.
Plus, the others were busy themselves.
Mostly playing card games, but eh.
He grabbed one of the blankets,
Which was abandoned on the nearby step.
Slowly putting it over you.
He didn't want to wake you.
And, with another furtive glance to the surroundings,
He put his arm around you.
You looked so peaceful in your sleep.
Not stressed at all.
It was a nice change.
He glanced up at the sky above Ericsons,
The stars lining the sky.
He wasn't Violet, star gazing on a rooftop,
But it was pretty.
And, adding to the already present blush on his face,
He couldve sworn a group of stars lined up,
Creating a small image.
A heart.
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