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Not Going Out: The Power of Love

Wedding Reception - Chapter 2

"I told you, you didn't look right in those trousers of mine, even with those braces. Trousers and the braces were a disaster waiting to happen for you...especially in the gentleman's department." Tim gestured to Frank, while the two of them were sitting outside the wedding reception hall.

"Yeah you looked like a yo-yo Frank, when you got stuck up that tree and then started bouncing up and down between those trees, by your braces just before ." Daisy said, snorting with laughter. Naturally she didn't mean any harm by her comments. Well she always did like to tell her friends, the many ways she witnessed order of events through her ditzy mind.

Lee was busy apologizing to Geoffrey about his dad's behaviour. "Sorry about my dad's antics today Geoffrey. I'm beginning to think it wasn't such a good idea, lending him my Carry On DVD films boxset."

"That doesn't remotely surprise me. Your dad's a total cheeky buggering arsehole, who doesn't know how to behave more normally than a naughty monkey." Geoffrey felt Lee didn't need to apologize whatsoever, instead he thought Frank ought to make an apology.

"That's probably one of the best ways someone's described him. Just so you know, when I was a kid, he use to dress up as Superman and Spiderman at the same time. He use to go out of the room as one of them and then re-enter the room as the other one. It was a pity he didn't do dress up as The Hulk, otherwise The Thing would have kicked him where the sun doesn't shine."

Behind Lee and Geoffrey's backs, with a very hungry look across his face, Frank leaned forward and cheekily nabbed two barbecue pieces of chicken off Geoffrey's plate.

Lucy soon joined them and lead her husband away from her father, who cottoned onto the fact, that some greedy bugger had helped himself to the remainder of the food on his plate.

"We should make a move before my brother and your dad try to recreate a Basil Fawlty and Manuel scene from Fawlty Towers." The day had pretty much annoyingly dragged on longer than the entire Lord of The Rings trilogy and now Lucy wanted Lee to herself, seeing as it was traditional after you marry the man or woman you love.

"Oh I'm sure Tim would make a fine Basil Fawlty impressionist at a TV convention, knowing him he actually would probably get mistaken for John Cleese and I'd get myself mistaken for Stan Laurel again, like I did at Tim's 18th birthday party. Besides, he's always been a fan of fancy dressing...and before you ask, I don't mean cross dressing Lucy." Lee suggested, what he believed might happen if that were the eventual case someday soon and revealed how his best mate loved dressing up in fancy dress costumes.

Flashback

As they prepared to head off to Tim's 18th birthday party,. However the friends originally planned fancy dress wear had somehow been misunderstood by Lee, much to his best mate's surprise. "What I did tell you Lee?, what did I tell you? You'll be Hardy and I'll be Laurel, now we look like we're a Stan Laurel tribute act."

18 year old Tim looked quite smart in his clothes. Lee was the one who definitely looked remarkably like the English born half of the famous double act, especially when he pulled faces in the mirror.

"Oh I'm sorry Tim, I suppose I better go an stick a blonde wig and pretend I'm Marilyn Monroe disguised as Stan Laurel, shall I." Lee didn't take too kindly to the comments. Lee started to part his hair away from his eyes, while he checked out his fancy dress suit in a front of a mirror.

"Arguing won't sort this matter out, oh okay let's both go as Stan Laurel...saves you from putting on that blonde wig, that you've threatened to wear."

"Alright, although I was starting to warm to the idea of becoming Marilyn Monroe in man's clothes for one night only."

"Right I'll go out to the car the first then." Tim insisted, right away he stepped outside his front door before Lee. He carefully managed to avoid knocking his bowler hat off from his head. Lee followed him out seconds later.

The next door neighbours and friends of Tim's parents, wished him a very Happy Birthday as they were getting themselves ready for a car trip. Placing suitcases in their Volkswagen Scirocco. Tim nervously thanked them.

"You know, your nerves are getting to look better already Tim." Lee commented, smiling.

xxxxx

Lucy had stuck to one promise apart from her wedding vows, she promised Lee she wouldn't start singing aloud as if she were taking part in a West End musical, like she normally does in the flat.

"Seeing as you stuck to your word. Do you think you can me a rendition of Michael Jackson's The Way You Make Me Feel...and maybe change You to Lee. You know try like this. The Way Lee Makes Me Feel, the way he really turns me on..." Lee started getting a bit carried away, singing with added passion. Realization soon dawned upon after he acknowledged the fact, his dreadful singing was pretty much overheard by his father-in-law, who was standing a matter of feet away from where he was romantically singing to Lucy. She deliberately stepped on his right foot, well someone had to eventually put a stop to his rubbish singing after all.

"I'm not singing Michael Jackson's songs to you while we're making love. That's too bizarre to imagine, besides I'd prefer us to get passionate before any singing starts." Lucy responded, she hadn't realized herself her father was stood close by, with a registered look of disapproval.

"Blimey what sort of food have those crafty wedding caterers been supplying us today with...caffeine flavoured cheese or BBQ as a secret ingredient to that wine we drank earlier. No I'm no Sherlock but I know I'd definitely make a bloody good Watson, when it comes to deducting stuff." Lee tried to improve matters - which didn't go as well as he believed it would.

With quick thinking, Lucy thankfully came to the rescue and saved her other half's blushes, by ushering her father over to the left hand side of the room.

"Sorry if you heard us blurting out mine and Lee's bedroom talk Dad. It's just that since we got engaged, me and him like to think of ways to spice up things between me and him in the bedroom department..." She told him, perhaps a little too much information, in which he didn't wish to hear the full details of.

"A word of advice Lucy."

"Yes dad?"

"Yours and Lee's sex life, your mother would be more than delighted to give you the best advice on it. However if you want advice on get even if with your husband, I'd be more than happy to offer my help." Geoffrey announced, although he felt glad to have finally been given the opportunity to walk his daughter down the aisle, he still wondered whether Lee was ideal husband material or not. Well he had worked it out a few years ago that Lucy's layabout lodger cared a great deal about her.

Yet he assumed, Lee was likely more capable of not achieving anything else in his life. In spite of everything, perhaps his daughter marrying him wasn't such a bad idea, so he jumped at the chance of wanting to help her out, to teach Lee some proper manners and hopefully getting him off that sofa in their flat.

"Dad...are sure you about doing that? I mean getting Lee to shift himself off that sofa is a more difficult task than...England trying to win the World Cup.." She had attempted this strategy once and it only resulted in her, being coaxed into watching Britain's Got Talent. Her and Lee ended up mocking David Walliams whenever he appeared on the tv screen.

Lee came over to join them, he looked like he needed to get important stuff on his chest once and for all. "Alright Geoffrey, look I know you must think, what on earth Lucy must see in a Northern gobby, sofa lover bloke like me. I just want to reassure you...you know before you start to consider placing your hands around my throat as such, like you normally prefer to, if I've said something inappropriate. I absolutely love your daughter and like told you on my stag night, marrying her will make me a better person. I know I'm only just getting started on that but believe me, you'll be pretty damn impressed once you see the new me Geoffrey-meister."

"Good grief, sounds like you've been brainwashed into saying this."

"The least thing we can do is kiss and make up..." Geoffrey shot him an unimpressed look, shortly after the new addition to the Adams family made this suggestion. "Or we could just shake hands on it, like butch blokes tend to do."

"Don't push it." Lucy's father felt the point of him constantly berating Lee's lazy behaviour, had now clearly placed him in his daughter's bad books, so he decided to eventually make amends with the both of them - starting with his son-in-law the benefit of the doubt.

"People can change Lee and I believe you're capable of doing that. I'm sorry for how I've treated you in the past...calling you by every offensive imaginable word possible. I know you can make my daughter happy...well for starters you did encourage her to boogie on down to that Shakira song Hips Don't Tie." Geoffrey wanted what was best for her and now after observing how happy she looked this evening, this had persuaded him to express his regret for all the foul mouthed nicknames he called Lee over the past 7 years.

"Don't you mean Hips Don't Lie?" Lucy corrected him.

"Oh that bloody one, it's your mother's favourite one. She did the splits to that song, a few years ago during an Aerobics class." He remembered this certain occasion rather well, as it were yesterday. Well Geoffrey was a man, who had a remarkable and perfect memory.

"Who was teaching the class Mr Motivator?" Lee soon cut in on their conversation with another of his jokey questions.

"As a matter of fact...yes he was." Geoffrey confirmed right away.

xxxxx

At around 10:30pm, every guest congratulated the happy couple, some gestures included hugs and other gestures involved surprisingly patting Lee's cheeks and shoulders with hands and then giving the groom fist bumps, as they were on their way out of the wedding reception. Lastly Tim and Daisy both hugged the newlyweds, Daisy was carefully avoiding not to mess up her friend's 1980's hairstyle, as she hugged her.

"Now Lee, promise me you won't lose that Italian phrasebook I gave you for Christmas 5 years ago, while you're in Venice on your honeymoon. Because if you do, oh you're not talking yourself out of how you lost this one my friend, with another one of those ridiculous excuses of yours, you like to use now and again." Tim said, sometimes kept a long list of the many times, his best mate had provided him with a record number of excuses on various occasions.

"Alright Poirot keep your twirling moustache on. I won't go dropping the phraseology somewhere in Venice or let some street artist, nab it from my trouser pockets when I'm not looking." Lee wished Tim wouldn't keep pressurizing him.

"Good...now we've got that sorted. I hope you enjoy the glorious sights of Venice over the next two weeks. Promise to email me some pictures of the canal and the hotel." Tim gladly let him off and wished the two of them well for their honeymoon.

"Thanks mate." Lee hugged him back.

Lee and Lucy then spent their wedding night at the London Marriott Hotel in Westminister Road. The both of them were happily looking forward to heading to the nearest airport tomorrow. Lee was quietly brushing up on a few Italian words he happened to know off by heart. His eyes charmingly gazed down at Lucy who was currently asleep beside him in the double bed. God she looked radiantly beautiful while sleeping, he thought. Once he finished this quick task, he relatively laid his head back on the pillow. His arms we're quickly wrapped around her waist, he placed his left hand to the back of her shoulder. Lee then allowed himself to warmly snuggle up with her in bed. Before long he too closed his eyes and finally silently nodded off asleep himself.

End of Chapter

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