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“Well, I don’t like extravagant shit, and I’m definitely not one of those guys trying to go to a strip club for my bachelor party. I don’t believe in thatlast night as a free manbullshit.”
“My man. Me either.” Max holds his fist up and I bump it.
“Yeah, whoever came up with that idea probably shouldn’t have gotten married in the first place,” Sawyer adds, setting his beer down to take his shot.
“Hell yeah. Welcome to the whipped men’s club.” I almost choke on my drink as Tucker grins, pumping his fist in the air.
I tilt my head, laughing. “Happy to be here.”
“How’s everything going at the house?” Tank asks.
“Finished, actually. Lauren still thinks it won’t be done until we get back from our honeymoon, but I’m surprising her tomorrow after the ceremony.”
Max asks, leaning against the pool table, leveling me with a stare. “You ready?”
“I’ve never looked forward to anything the way I’m looking forward to this day.”
“Let’s get this man home. Don’t want him too tired to remember his vows tomorrow.” We rack our pool cues and I laugh.
“That’s why I wrote them down.”
Even though there’s no way I would forget everything I want to vow to her tomorrow.
Max
Dude, where are you?
Tucker
I know rain is good luck on your wedding day, seeing the bride is bad luck, but I’m not exactly sure what to qualify not being able to find the groom??
Sawyer
If Lauren finds out? A category five disaster.
Tank
We’ll be there soon, shit. Calm down.
Tucker
You’re WITH him? I thought you were taking the world’s longest shit.
Tank
Why? Why would you think that?
Tucker
Sawyer
He better not be delivering or butchering an animal.
Tank
His phone is literally off, you’re all just talking to yourselves.
