Weddings were never fun. I watch the dance floor as Blair, one of my most treasured friends shared her first dance with her brand new husband Daniel. It was such a sweet moment for me to witness. The pair were together before I met either person and through good and bad, I was over joyed to see them finally get to this day. The wedding was beautiful and I was honered to be a bridesmaid for my friend but weddings bored me. I could fall asleep at the table quiet comfortable, I guess I just hated it when I wasn't the centre of attention but I couldn't help but smile when I saw how happy they both were.

I hid my excitement once the dancing was done to me that only meant one thing. It was time for alcohol. I wondered over to an over dressed table filled with wine glasses and beer bottles accompanied by a guy that was pouring more wine in glasses as one was taken away. I screwed my nose up. As I realized that beer and wine were the only two options. I needed to decide which one gave me the worst feeling the next morning and choose the other. I pondered for a few moments, I would have to make a better effort next time Blair invites me down to talk alcohol for an event. Sydney to Melbourne really isn't that far for something as important as good alcohol at a wedding.

I felt the air move beside me. "I'd take the beer if I were you." A deep husky smooth American accent spoke. I turned my head in his direction recognising him as one of Daniel's groomsmen.

"Yeah," I said pursing my lips and raising my eyebrows as I looked at him. "But you're not me." I said putting the glass to my lips taking a sip of the wine instantly regretting it as the over bitter taste assaulted my mouth.

"I told you to pick the beer." The American laughed as I took another horrid mouthful hoping the taste would be better, but it wasn't it was wrong plain and simply wrong.

"That's just wrong," I whined remembering the day Blair asked me to fly to Melbourne I felt disappointment and self loathing overtake me. "I knew I should have gone to that expedition."

"Oh, so it's your fault that there is shit Alcohol?" he asked his voice a little nasal.

"What are you going to do about it?" I asked placing my elbow on the bar as I picked up a beer, I hated beer my stomach sank when I realized it was the only option. It had to taste better then the wine

"Well." He said I looked over at him he had a sly smirk that screamed he wanted to do dirty things to me as nice as his face was.

"Don't even go there."I I rolled my eyes walking off. I wasn't that girl to hook up at her best friend's wedding and made everything and everyone awkward. It was how all the lame comedy movies started.

"I already did," he called from a distance behind me. I shook my head and kept walking back to the bridal table to watch while I got drunk. It was pleasing to watch people mingle. I took another gulp of my beer pushing the horrid taste away from my taste buds as soon as I could hoping for it to reach my head quickly to give me the confidence I needed to walk around and mingle like the rest of the guests were doing. I looked at the beer bottle the dark bottle was almost empty a few more of these and I should be good to go. Where were the shot glasses when you need them? "It was quite fun, just so you know," the American spoke sitting in the seat next to me. My heart appeared in my throat, this guy was way creepy.

"Ah?" I breathed raising my eyebrow. My Anxiety going in to overdrive.

"When I went there." He said with a smirked. My eyes snapped to his ice blue eyes.

"Oh." I nodded looking away, I didn't know how this was going to play out but this guy was officially on my weird list.

"You looked like you would be into some pretty cool shit." He said bluntly. I looked back over at him he looked down my body. "Judging by the tattoo's you're covering up with makeup and clothing."

"You're officially weird." I said turning back to what was happening out in the rest of the reception venue. I took another gulp of the beer. I was wearing more make up on my torso then I was on my body covering up my tattoo's so they didn't ruin the photo's on Blair and Daniel I was shocked anyone noticed the makeup artists did a great job, I could barely notice where they were and some of them had been on my twenty five year old body for ten years.

"I've heard that before" He scoffed taking a mouthful of his own beer. "Because you're not weird are up?" he laughed sarcastically. It was almost like he was kind of hurt. "Naw, You're probably one of those pretty little girls who got handed everything, who never had to fight."

I rose my eyebrow and bit back a bitter laugh as anger swirled around my head. "You don't know shit." I snapped looking back to him. He looked so smug looking across the hall. I could have slapped his smugness straight back to America. "I never said I wasn't weird." I said a sudden twinge of guilt swirled in my stomach. It takes weird to know weird.

"What to get to know weird some more?" he asked with a sly grin over his face I rolled my eyes not feeling so bad about being rude to him.

"Now you're creepy."

"does it take creepy to know creepy?"

I squoze my eyes shut then looked away. "I'm not drunk enough for this." I took a long hard drink looking out over the wedding .

"Drink up then," the American said pushing the bottom of my beer bottle up.

I looked at him for a moment, his eyes were perfection blue and his skin completely touchable he had a slight smirk that alone was cute which meant his smile could only be a killer. I stopped my thoughts before then got into waters where I didn't want to go, there was no way I was even humouring this guy. I stood over and walked to Blair resting my elbow on her shoulder as she spoke to someone, she did introduce him as some sort of relative but I really didn't pay attention. I half participated in the conversation checking the bridal table a couple of times. Anxiety swirled in my viens as I realized he was watching us, every time I looked over he was starring he wasn't being shy about it. Blair grabbed my arm dragging me outside. The cool air on my exposed skin was refreshing I closed my eyes and savoured it for a moment as it sent a symphony of goose pimples to my skin I took a deep breath and opened my eyes looking in to those of my best friends.

"What's wrong?" She asked I screwed my face up annoyed at myself thinking I was hiding it a little better then I was. "Anxiety?"

"No." I laughed it was anxiety that was my problem but not the kind I was used to. "Your wine sucks."

A smirk crept across Blair's face. "Oh Ronnie, always the Joker," she sarcastically laughed. "I know you better than that.

I looked pasted her into the reception. Furrowing my brow when I noticed creep Mcstuffens looking t is. "Who's that?" I asked with a slight nod of the chin towards him.

"Jon?" she asked her voice slightly high at the end of the word. "Dan met him a while back. He's America." She said as I looked at him. His suit was kind of baggy like it hadn't been fitted properly and did he even try with his hair?

"I know," I said looking back to Blair who bunched her eyebrows together.

"Is he giving you a hard time?" she asked about to walk inside, I assumed to have a few words with him.

"No," I said heart trotting a little as I grabbed her arm. Giving me a hard time not really, being flirty in a really creepy way yeah. It wasn't exactly anything to complain about. "Why?"

"Yeah, I kind of picked up on the creepy vibe."

"Is that what's wrong?"

"Yeah

"Yeah, I kind of got the creepy vibe." I laughed.

"Is that what's wrong?" she asked.

"Yeah, but it'll be fine," I smiled, I could handle a weirdo like him no problem, seriously he was probably the one who couldn't handle me.

"You think-"

"I don't think so." I laughed putting an emphasis on the 'don't' looking back at Jon. he was still staring. He smiled knowing very well that we were talking about him my breath caught in my throat a little. "He's cute though."

"Why not," she laughed. "he's going back to America for work, might as well have some fun." Blair told, not the usual advice she'd give me I had a feeling she was drunk. I felt a chill trickle down my spine. "It's a wedding fall in love." She said hitting my shoulder playfully my stomach churning at the thought of falling in love, I couldn't think of anything worse. Blair smiled as Dan called her from the door. She shrugged and walked back inside.

I took a deep breath and let her get a few steps ahead of me. I was starting to feel an aching anxiety in my arms which means I either had to relax or get the hell out of dodge. Dodge being a room full of people I hardly knew. I walked in the doors just in time for speeches, my stomach curl for a moment then realized I didn't have to make one, Blair was marvellous at understanding my issues. As much as much as I loved Blair and wanted her to hear all the kind words I had in my heart for her if I did have to give a speech it would be the most uncomfortable awkward thing ever. I sat down as the MC called the first person up. I jumped slightly when the chair moved next to me not really getting a chance to relax seeing the black suit pants out of the corner of my eye. I looked to my right to see Jon smirking at me. I couldn't quite put my finger on the sensation that went through me of being challenged and admired.

"Sorry, that seat is taken," a smirk crept across my face.

"No," I said slowly as he put his elbow on the table a centimetre from my arm. "She's sitting over there with her boyfriend" He said pointing.

I grabbed his finger and pushed it down to the table feeling a tiny volt of anger surge through me. "It's rude to point," I said. In one blurred movement he grabbed hold of my fingers and wrapped his hand around mine. My heart started beating so fiercely I could see the blurs as the blood pulsed though my eyes. I looked at him, in to his eyes. I actually looked in to them giving me more of a sense of who he was. He seemed sad, broken and careless.

I rose my eyebrow as I pulled my hand away, a second later the speeches started.

I leant forward and right elbow on the table resting my chin on my hand, a moment later Jon sat his left elbow on the table, also resting his chin on his hand. His head was about three centre metres from mine. Using all my strength not looking at him. My heart picking up another pace, saliva getting caught in my throat.

"You're creepy." I said only loud enough so he could hear it. Taking a mouthful of beer.

"You're pretty."

I rose my eyebrow resisting the urge to splatter a mouthful of Toohey's all over the flower decorations yeah no way I was turning my head. I turned my attention back to the speeches which were nice. Not that I expected anything less. It was humbling to see my two good friends do their thing with all eyes on them they deserved it. The speeches ended and the cake was cut, I hugged Blair for the thousandth time today telling her how proud I was of her and I was. I walked to my seat about to sit.

"I'd like it if I could get a shot of all the bridesmaids and grooms men dancing alongside the happy couple." The photographer requested.

I shook my head and gave up on the sitting idea turning in the direction of the kitchen, maybe there was better Alcohol in there? "Wait." The thick accent called. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked putting his warm strong hand on my shoulder. My brain did a triple backward flip as I spun around facing Jon.

"To find alcohol," I said, my lips instantly curling in a sideways smirk.

"We've got to dance,"

"I ain't dancing with you," I laughed sounding a little bit more hood then I had planned on it too.

"Ronnie, Jon." Blair called, my heard stopped as I looked over, she was looking kind of pissed. My stomach sank.

"All the other groomsmen are taken, Ronnie," he informed me saying my name like it was some kind of prize he had just won. He offered his hand to me. I looked back over to Blair who was waiting for us. I had two choices. Have my best friend pissed off at me on arguably the most important day of her life or dance with the Devil. . . I took the Devil's hand.