Spot & Pallet…
"Spot, grow-up. You're not 18 anymore. You're 28. You're going in there and you're gonna be happy about it. Your best friend just got married and hasn't seen you since we left New York 9 years ago. He asked you to be his best man, even though 4 years ago when we got married you didn't even invite him to our wedding." A girl, with auburn hair that had been pulled elegantly back out of her face and deep blue eyes, replied. She was wearing a beautiful, elegant brown dress with an aqua ribbon tied around her waist.
"Pallet, I told you several times already. I wanted to just elope because you were the only person I needed there, but you insisted on a bigger wedding so I went along with it but didn't want you inviting any of the boys, just your close family. Plus, what do you think the boys would've said if they had seen me in that tux? It made me look like a sissy, just like this one does." Spot had his dirty blond hair combed back out of his face and his intense grey-blue eyes were somehow enhanced by the black tux with the white vest and tie he was wearing.
"When are you ever gonna grow out of that ego of yours?" Pallet was straightening his tie and combed back a piece of hair that refused to stay out of Spot's face, as they stood outside of Irving hall.
"Nevah baby." Spot replied taking her hand and kissing the back of it.
"Don't try to butter me up. Now that the wedding is over we need to go in to this reception and further show respect for the friendship the two of you have."
"And if I refuse…?" Spot smirked and arched his left eyebrow.
"I'll drag you in there and then embarrass you by calling you by the pet names I have for you… Cupcake." Pallet smirked back.
"Shhh… I told you those don't leave our bedroom… Oh fine. But I'm not dancing."
"Wanna bet?" Pallet smiled, knowing she won. The two of them walked inside, hand in hand…