"Iero's getting married! Iero's getting married!" Ray chanted, or rather sang, tapping a beat into the steering wheel while he drove. He's been doing this for the past ten minutes, and it's starting to get on my nerves. It's true, but being constantly reminded wasn't exactly helping the nerves.

"Wanna tell me where we're going yet?" I asked, irritated, but still no answers came from Ray. Bob and Ray had abducted me from my pleasantly quiet last day as a non-married man, to go on some "life altering adventure", as they described say I wasn't exactly thrilled would be an understatement.

Another five minutes, and I was humming along with Ray's little song, which I believe to now be burned into the internal hard-drive of my brain for all of eternity. Fucking Ray. I tried putting my head back and shutting my eyes, but Ray's not the most..what's the word.. careful driver, and getting sleep with him behind the wheel is damn near impossible.

So, I took to staring out the window, imagining all the (horrifying) places we could be going. Sooner or later, I might have zoned out a bit, we pulled into a parking lot in a rather grimy, scary part of town. And- oh sweet Jesus. They didn't.

"You fuckers.. brought me to a strip club. The night before my wedding?" I asked, incredulous. They both gave sheepish grins.

"Well.. Yeah, where else would we take you?" Bob gave me a sideways glace, leading our way into the building. The only light source seemed to be large neon signs, making the whole place look even more unappealing. Bob talked with the bouncer, using more hand motions than words, while I stared at the ground, plotting my escape from this torture.

"Hey, come on, lets go." Bob ordered grabbing my arm and dragging me in, quickly ruining my "Oh hey look! My feet are cemented to the ground!" plan. Damn.

Bob lead us to a room in the back, shoving me in a booth with Ray, then wandering off in search of drinks. There were scandalously women on almost all sides, so it was somewhat hard to find a place to stare that maintained my eye sight's innocence, but I managed.

"Awe, come on Frankie. It's gonna be fun!" Ray finally spoke up, sounding chipper.

"No, you're not allowed to talk to me. I hate you both right now." I grumbled, though I happily took the drink handed me when he returned, though it was way too sweet, and way too weak for this situation.

At some point or another, my will broke, and I looked around. I don't really understand what the point of places like these is. I mean, it's not very exciting. It's just a bunch of girls swinging themselves around to shitty techno music.

Once the drink, which turned out to be a lot stronger than I originally thought, kicked in, I got it. And Bob kept bringing me more, which was fan-fucking-tastic. Maybe it wasn't so bad. The music was kinda infectious, and the girls were pretty, as long as you didn't look too closely. Ray and Bob's conversations was dulling into a nice, kind of constant noise, and maybe I didn't hate them so much.

And after about the third drink, everything started to feel good. Probably too good, because soon I got that familiar pain in the ass, er.. groin, sensation, that meant I needed to excuse myself to go to the bathroom sooner, rather than later.

So, less than gracefully, I extracted myself from the booth, and toward what (hopefully) we're the bathrooms. My motor skills we're rather impaired, and my sight not much better, so God knows where I'm headed.

Suddenly, there was the dark form of a person, less than ten inches in front of me, and apparently I have forgetting how to steer myself out of the way. Or maybe he swerved the same way I tried to. Either way, we collided, my face to their shoulder. Rather painfully, might I add.

"Oh shit! Sorry man, didn't see you there!" Spoke a voice, right fucking by my near, nearly making me jump out of my skin. I stumbled backwards a step, before a hand caught my shoulder, stopping me from falling on my ass. "Whoa there. You okay?" The voice questioned. This time, I could easily distinguish it as a male voice, probably only slightly older than I was.

"Yeah, don't worry; I'm good." I slurred, hoping I didn't sound as stupid as I thought I did.

"First day on new legs?" The stranger asked. I chuckled in response. Once I focused in on his face, I was shocked to see he was probably prettier than over half the girls here, with big hazel eyes and just a bit of eyeliner smudged under them. He had a button nose, and pale lips. Dark eyebrows matching dark, shaggy hair, were pushed together in..concern? I mean, I was tipsy, but not that bad.. or was I?

"Yeah, I guess so." I finally said, hoping I wasn't staring for too long. Way to act like a freak Frank, good job. He just nodded.

"I'm Gerard, by the way." He- Gerard, stated. After trying to lasso my thoughts into something coherent, I came up with what my brain assumed to be an appropriate answer.

"Yeah, uh.. I'm uh. Frank. Nice to meet you..?" Smooth. Real smooth Iero.

I watched as his pale lips and tiny teeth contorted themselves into a mischievous smirk. "Yeah, Nice to meet you too."