After they were both ready, they went to the reception. Amy had commandeered a song, singing Billy Idol's 'White Wedding', giving Robbie time to drink, though Amy didn't know he had been given alcohol. Robbie grew emotional, even worse than with Amy's hormones as he took his drinks at the reception after Cindy and Scott's 'I Do's'. After her song, Amy let Robbie take over again, after giving him a quick hug. Robbie nearly stumbled onto the stage.
"Thank you, dear." George smiled to Amy.
"Not a problem, Georgie." Amy said, kissing his cheek friendly.
George giggled to her and waved her off. Amy smiled and went to get a drink of orange juice. Robbie took his turn to sing, but he sounded anything but cheerful and spontaneous like he usually did.
"Oh, Robbie..." Amy whispered.
Gemma frowned from her seat, she didn't like how this was going so far. The bride and groom were even a little worried of their performer. Amy sat with Gemma. She bit her lip.
"Did he have anything to drink?" Gemma whispered to Amy.
"I don't know..." Amy whispered back.
Robbie broke out of the song and even told the audience of how he slept in his sister's basement. George was still in sync with the bad regardless and tried to keep the audience entertained and off of Robbie's sudden depression. The Father of the Bride shouted at Robbie. Amy bit her lip harder. One of the darker waitresses came to Sammy's side, wondering why Robbie would even bother coming back to work and he just shrugged like he didn't know as he took a cigarette break.
"Well, I have the microphone and you don't," Robbie glared to the father of the bride. "SO YOU WILL LISTEN TO EVERY DAMN WORD I HAVE TO SAY!"
Gemma's stomach turned as Robbie's sudden cursing. Amy stood up, about to go and try to calm Robbie down.
"You know, it's funny," Robbie continued his little speech on the stage. "Some of us will never ever find true love. Like, take for instance... Me, and I'm pretty sure that guy right there," he then gestured to a fat man sitting all by himself. "And the lady with the sideburns," he then gestured to a woman who suddenly looked up to him, knowing he had to be talking about her. "Basically everybody at table nine," he then gestured to a group of odd looking people. "Not to mention my dear friend Gemma who has a hopeless crush on her Latin teacher who has no idea she exists."
"Robbie..." Gemma squirmed in her seat.
"You are the worst wedding singer in the world, buddy!" The father of the bride shouted.
Amy started to get closer to the stage again.
"Sir, one more outburst, and I will strangle you with my microphone wire, you understand me?" Robbie gently threatened. "Now, let's cut the stupid cake, because I know the fat guy or my friend Amy are gonna have a heart attack if we don't eat again soon. And while we do that, here's a little mood music for you." he then looked to his band to make them play a new song.
Gemma sunk in her seat, feeling humiliated by one of her best friends. "I should've babysat."
Amy stopped, her mouth dropping open in shock. Julia made sure Amy and Gemma were okay. While Robbie was singing, the father of the bride got closer and punched Robbie in the face. Robbie screamed 'Love Stnks' as he was being disposed of from Cindy and Scott's wedding. Amy was in a grumpy mood with Robbie herself.
"I think I should go home..." Gemma said softly in discomfort.
"Gem, I'm so sorry." Amy whispered to her friend.
Gemma lay against Amy in discomfort. "Maybe I should go out and meet someone... I mean, I like my teacher, but... There's no way he'd go out with a goofy kid like me."
"Well, he can't at the moment, but don't give up on him." Amy said softly.
"You okay, Amy?" Gemma asked softly.
"Not really, but it's fine, don't mind about me." Amy said with a small smile.
"Am I wasting my life?" Gemma bowed her head.
"No, you're not." Amy said.
"Promise?" Gemma sounded like a little girl now.
"Promise." Amy said.
Gemma then gently hugged Amy.
Amy hugged her back. "Let's go find the butthead." she said softly.
"Yeah..." Gemma agreed and stood up with her closest friend as they wandered off together to find their wedding singer friend.
Amy linked arms with Gemma as they searched.
Julia came out to see Robbie. "I was wondering what happened to you." she tells him.
Robbie had been sulking in the dumpster, feeling he had belonged there and deserved it once he was 'snapped out of it'. "Did everybody leave?" he asked the waitress in painful misery.
"Pretty much, except for a few cops... That are still interviewing some witnesses." Julia told him, giving him a cloth to sort out a cut.
"Okay..." Robbie helped himself out as he could only blame himself for this mess fest of a wedding. "I'm gonna get the hell out of here."
"So, it was your first wedding back," Julia said softly. "Of course things are going to be a little shaky."
"A little shaky?" Robbie scoffed as he walked off to find Gemma and Amy. "I hate weddings. I hate the bride, I hate the groom, I want them to be miserable because that's what I am."
"No, you're the best." Julia reassured.
"At what?" Robbie looked back to her with a scoff as he could only feel worthless. "People eating prime rib and I sing? I mean, it's a joke, I can't do this anymore."
"Glenn and I set the date... So you have to play our wedding." The waitress told him.
Robbie slowly turned to her. "Congratulations," he uttered out to be polite. "I... I just can't do it, all right?" he then continued to walk away as he was lost in his own pit of despair and sadness.
"I'm having an engagement party in two weeks, and I really want you, Sammy, and the girls to come." Julia called after him.
Robbie continued to walk away in silence. Gemma smiled to Amy and kept an eye out for Robbie. They both linked arms as they searched. Robbie was both looking for the girls and his ride back home, whichever came first. Amy noticed Robbie and led Gemma towards him, frowning a little though. Gemma wiped her eyes as she walked with Amy and Robbie to get themselves home.
Amy gave Robbie the silent treatment, her arm around Gemma until they dropped her off first. "See you tomorrow, Gem?" She asked softly.
"See ya..." Gemma said softly as she then waved to them and went into her house. "I'll call you."
"Okay, darlin'." Amy told her and waved.
Gemma nodded and waved off as she came to the front door. Robbie sighed as he felt like his world had come to an end. Amy sat back and crossed her arms. Robbie glanced back to Amy after Gemma to her leave.
Amy looked at him, then out of the window. "How could you?" She said quietly.
"What?" Robbie uttered out. "What did I do?"
"You embarrassed Gemma, and you hurt me." she said softly.
"Oh... Sorry..." Robbie replied lightly.
Amy sighed softly and looked at him. "You aren't the best drunk." she said.
"My life isn't the best either..." Robbie had to admit.
"Look, you deserve better than my cousin, and you do have a lot to offer, when not drunk, you're the best guy a girl could have." Amy tells him, gently but also firmly.
Robbie sighed. "I'm not the best singer, why would Linda abandon me if I was good?"
"Linda is a witch who only cares about herself unless she thinks a person can make her climb up the social ladder," Amy huffed. "And I think you're a good singer, just not as good as Billy." she slightly grinned.
"Hm... Well, that means a lot..." Robbie hid a smirk to that.
Amy gave a small giggle, though went serious a little again. "Tomorrow, you need to apologize to Gemma." she said. She did hug him though.
"Yeah, yeah..." Robbie sighed, both joking, but he did promise to do such a thing once he realized what he had done.
Amy squeezed him gently. She then dozed a little.
"Sleepy?" Robbie guessed with a small smile. "Let's go home, all will be better tomorrow." he then promised.
"Yeah, I'm sleepy." Amy mumbled. She was glad they were almost home.
"We're almost there." Robbie nodded.
Amy's head dropped against his shoulder, her eyes closing. Robbie let her be comfortable until they were almost there and would help her out to get some well-deserved rest. Hopefully everything would be alright the next morning.