Chapter 52
“That bartender guy is really hot,” Marilyn said. “You should play up to him, Shaun.”
“Girl, are you kidding? Given my track record with men, I probably wouldn’t progress very far. I’m lucky Paul gave me the time of day and even he’s married now. Besides, a guy like that either has a woman or married himself.”
“Won’t know till you try.”
“Why don’t you hit on him then?” Shaun asked.
“Sure, and have Keith kill my ass.”
“You’re still with that loser? Has he even gotten a job yet?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, he did.” Marylin began to laugh. “With TNA.”
“Oh living hell, I bet you two have some fine conversations.”
“We do.” Marylin laughed again. “Besides, we know who works for the better company.”
“Right.”
“Here he comes!” Marylin said, indicating the bartender. “Now, sit up, smile and put on the Shaun Charm. Come on, what better chance to take than at a wedding?”
In another area of the room:
Mariah successfully bounced a quarter into a glass, then pointed at Brian. “Get to drinking,” she ordered.
He stared at the glass of soda. “Aren’t we supposed to do this with beer?”
“Normally, yes. But this is the sober version. Get to drinking.”
He did, letting out a loud belch afterwards.
“Jesus, Brian,” Mariah made a face as others turned to stare. “Were you rasied by wolves?”
“No, that would be the groom. PL’s got a lot more fur than I do. He’s a razor company’s dream, or nightmare, depending on whom you asked.”
Mariah shook her head and bounced another quarter, missing this time. “Shit,” she muttered.
Brian then took a turn, hitting his target.
“Ha! Drink, bitch,” he ordered. “and don’t swallow the quarter.”
Mariah began drinking slowly, trying not to take too much carbonation at once.
“God, what’s with being dainty? Never knew you to be a wuss, Mimi.”
“Oh, a wuss, huh?” Mariah retorted, putting up an arm. “I’ll show you wuss, mister. You and me, arm wrestling, right here, right now.”
He cracked his knuckles, preparing for a challenge. “You know you’re risking that arm, lady.”
“Try me.” Mariah wasn’t one to back down from anything or anyone.
In the front room:
The happy couple had slow danced several times, each feeling as if the other was the only other person in the room. Montana couldn’t think of a time where she had been happier, and by the end of the evening, even though many were still around to enjoy the festivities, both she and Paul were ready to head up to their suite for bed. They would be departing for Mexico the following morning.
Mac began to whine about being tired and Kira had already fallen asleep on her grandmother’s lap. The girls would be spending the week with her at Paul and Montana’s place while the couple were away on their honeymoon, and she prepared to take them home to be put to bed. It had been a long enough day for the little ones.
Many others were saying good-bye to the couple and wishing them well as his mother told Paul she was taking the girls home and to have a happy, safe trip.
“I will, Mami,” he replied. “Call me if you or the girls need anything.”
“As if I’d interrupt your honeymoon, hijo!” she gasped. “No, I think we will be fine.”
His mother then left with the girls; she was barely gone when Paul began to hear a loud commotion in the back room. The noise also hadn’t been lost on Montana.
“Oh, great,” he groaned. “I knew this night was too damn perfect. Now I suppose I have to go break up a drunken fight.”
“Do you really have to?” Montana asked as she followed him. “This is our wedding night; don’t do anything stupid.”
“Well, at least let us see if anyone got killed first. Hell, Zeke’s back here, maybe he can deal with it instead.”
“Uh….yeah. Good idea.”
When they got closer, it wasn’t the sound of fighting after all, but loud cheers and whistles.
“What the hell is going on?” Paul asked.
At that moment, Mariah slammed Brian’s arm on the table. He let out a yell, grimaced, and rubbed his arm. Loud cheers filled the room as Shelton, Jeff, MVP and Hunter howled with laughter.
“Arm wrestling?” Paul began to laugh.
“Thanks, fuckface,” Brian said to him. “You broke my concentration!”
“No, someone just can’t admit he just got his ass handed to him by a girl,” Mariah giggled.
“Bite me, Mimi. I almost had that thing won and you know it. Then fucking PL had to come in here and run his mouth. On top of that, Hunter’s over on the other side of the room.” He glared at Paul. “Yeah, thanks a lot, dopefuck.”
“My pleasure,” Paul said, still laughing.
“You got beat by a girrrrrrrrrrrrl,” Mariah taunted Brian, dancing around him and rubbing his head.
MVP patted Brian’s shoulder. “No shame in being beat by a lady, dude.”
“I didn’t ask anything out of the Power Ranger section, Montel,” Brian said. “Just because Mimi beat me at some lame arm wrestling doesn’t mean Zeke and I won’t have your balls at Unforgiven.”
“So at the risk of being killed by a midget, what was the prize?” Paul asked in an attempt to defer a possible war.
“Loser has to have sex with the winner,” Mariah kidded.
“In your dreams too, Mimi,” Brian countered.
“Actually, there was no prize,” Mariah explained. “This one made the mistake of flapping his gums and calling me a wuss while playing quarters. Guess I showed who was the wuss, huh, tough guy?”
“Wait, quarters? I thought you weren’t drinking anymore,” Montana said.
“I’m not. We used Pepsi.”
“Good girl,” Paul grinned. “Very creative. And to think you beat Spanky at arm wrestling sober.”
“Keep going, PL, and I’ll make sure someone slips something in your food during your honeymoon so you can’t get it up the entire time,” Brian said. “Oh wait, I can’t be that mean to Montana.”
“Speaking of honeymoon,” Paul smiled at his bride, “it’s time for us to go.”
“Yes,” she agreed. “Time to begin my life with Mr. Excitement himself.”
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