A/N: I feel like Charlie and Mohini are such a cliched couple, but it's also like so cute. And so writable! ENJOY!

Movie: Happy New Year

Time Period: Post Film Events

"We're NOT getting married at the bar!" Charlie was firm in this. There was absolutely no way that he would get married at a bar. What would his mother say, if she was still alive?

"Nandu, help me out here!" Mohini's english was now nearly perfect, thanks to the help of her tutor, who was none other than Charlie. Of course, Charlie's teaching methods had been rather... erotic, but that was completely besides the point.

"Yes, yes absolutely... Listen to the ingles." Nandu's english, on the other hand was not. Charlie's methods most likely would not have worked on him.

"Charlie... It's where we first met!"

"It's a bar!"

"Now you're just insulting me," Mohini sniffed.

"It can be a place of your choice, just not the bar, okay?"

Mohini brightened up again. "How about your apartment?"

"I'm not getting married in an apartment."

"It's not about you, it's about us!"

"Shut up!" Jag yelled. "How about the dance studio as a compromise?"

Surprisingly enough, this suggestion launched a new argument about the different locations, in which all Rohan, Jag, Charlie, Mohini, and Nandu took part. Rohan didn't do much, and would rather have been ruining that DJ's life, but knew that Jag wanted him to be more face- to- face social. Tammy sat on the sofa, pulling a strawberry milkshake out of his bag, and praying to God that this time, the fight wouldn't spill it.

It was a quite queer fight. Several more suggestions were thrown, such as the old safe factory, Room 9C, Shalimar, even Charlie's apartment, the dance studio, and the bar came up again.

Finally Tammy, after finishing his milkshake, broke it up. "The wedding will be held in the street where I used to go jogging, end of discussion." Then he sat back down and pulled a burger out of his bag, grinning at the incredulous looks on his teammates faces.

Mohini walked down the decorated aisle, getting ready to sit down next to the flame. Oddly enough, Tammy's idea had worked out just fine. Mohini was just waiting for the reception. Well, actually she was scared for the reception. Well, truly, she was scared and nervous about the whole thing. What if Charlie realized that he deserved better? What if Charlie didn't come? And if he did, what if she made a fool of herself? What if she started doing her bar moves at the reception? What if...

Mohini wrapped her arms around Charlie's neck, enjoying the feel of his hands on her waist. She smiled as she remembered her earlier irrational worries. Nothing had gone wrong, and she was enjoying slow-dancing in the arms of her husband.

"I love you," she said, leaning up a little to whisper in his ear.

"I love you more," Charlie replied. "Even if I'm really bad at showing it at times."

Instead of starting an argument, Mohini chose to remain silent, simply basking in the happiness that was rejuvenating through her.

"You know," Charlie said quietly. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even be able to dance this much."

"I know." Mohini smirked. "One more thing," she added.

"Yes?"

"You are really bad at showing it, especially since you still never look around before you talk."

Charlie grinned sheepishly, making him seem quite a bit younger.

Abruptly, the song changed, causing everyone but Mohini and Charlie to burst into laughter, as the latter two's faces were bright red.

Naach ke dikha de zaara Chammiya style

Aankh toh mila de zaraa Chammiya style

Get your body movin' baby, Chammiya style!

Charlie pulled himself out of Mohini's arms, and went to the DJ, his face finally cooling down a little when the song was changed to some harmless song, one that would not cause mortification to rule the newlywed's faces.

Now that everyone was content, the DJ was playing a non-dangerous song, Charlie was trying to look around in his drunken state. (Jag may have slipped some vodka in his drink as revenge for the whole "Ma" thing.)

So, of course, Mohini had no choice but to put him to bed before he embarrassed someone. Or her. Either way, it wouldn't be a good thing. It couldn't be a good thing. Everyone knows that , even know, no matter how much time Charlie spent looking around before he spoke, someone always came, right after he stopped looking.

The married couple left.

Then the party really started.

Dislaimer***: The song lyrics are not mine.

Title: Dance Like a Chammiya

Singers: Sunidhi Chauhan, Vishal Dadlani

Album: Happy New Year

A/N: REVIEW! I took down my drabble series and I'm posting each one separately.