RTC: Awe, poor little Kenny. He never gets the girl.
Kenny: You'd have to be pretty drunk to think Ray-Tiger-Cat owns Beyblade.
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It was rude to get smashed at your friend's wedding. Kenny knew that; his mom had done a good job raising him.
But he couldn't help it... It was too hard to watch her walk down the aisle with another.They had each other, but who did that leave to care for him?
Grabbing another beer, Kenny sighed and wished he had either not come, or at the very least, had brought Dizzi to keep him company. He missed that wise-cracking laptop.
"Hey Kenny." It was her. She was interrupting his musings. Hadn't she caused enough trouble already?
"Hi. Congratulations," Kenny replied stiffly.
"You gonna be okay with this?" she asked.
He forced a fake laugh. "Sure, sure, why wouldn't I be?" Lying through his teeth.
"Okay then," she replied hesitantly. He put on a fake smile and waved her off. That was all he could do-give a false impression.