Author's Note: Anything from the wedding video is shown in italics. I stole the "Mr. Addison/Mrs. Alex" idea from an episode of Friends because I thought it was so cute and drunk-y. Sorry this update took so long! And uh, review! Shortest. Author's Note. Ever.
Chapter 7
"This is horrifying." Addison exclaimed and threw her head into a pillow.
"Oh, come on, it's not that bad." Alex tried to reassure her, but the look on his face completely contradicted his words.
She looked up from her pillow. "Alex. So far we have witnessed us try to tango, you crashing another wedding and sneaking in the photos, and me falling flat on my ass. Isn't it illegal to let two people who are wasted get married? Clearly we are wasted." She groaned.
"I guess they didn't care that we were wasted because you used your platinum card to pay for the most expensive wedding package." Alex figured.
"I hate Drunk Addison." Addison whimpered.
"Shh, you're missing the pre-wedding interview." Alex said teasingly and pointed to the TV.
"What do I love about her? Let me count the ways!" Alex exclaimed to the camera.
"That's not how the poem goes, you know." Addison corrected Alex, who merely shrugged.
"That's not how the poem goes, silly!" Addison cracked up and rested her head on his shoulder.
"I love that she knows how poems go, apparently! And how she bosses me around at work." Alex told the camera, a solemn expression on his face.
"And I love that he always makes me mad at work. And that he's good with the babies." Addison added.
"For the record, I do not love that you make me mad at work." Addison looked pointedly at Alex.
Alex smirked. "They say drunken words speak sober thoughts, you know."
Addison rolled her eyes and ignored him, returning her attention to the TV.
"I love that she has red hair. Like that mermaid."
"Ariel! Her name's Ariel!" Addison informed Alex and the camera, and then she began humming Under the Sea.
"Oh, right, right. And I love that she also seems to have a vast knowledge of Disney movies." Alex slurred.
"Oh, I guess that's what the guy on the phone meant! Haha, Ariel!" Alex laughed at Addison who merely rolled her eyes and went back to watching the screen.
The camera then panned to double doors opening, and a man wearing a red cocktail dress, high heels, and about half a pound of makeup announced "Karev? Montgomery? We're ready for you!" in a sing-song voice.
"Oh, my God." Alex nearly choked on his beer.
"Of course a drag queen officiated our wedding. Of course." Addison muttered.
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union between this man … this very hot man, and this woman."
"Oh, good. At least I got hit on by the officiator of my wedding." Alex grumbled sarcastically.
"Do you, Addison, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?"
Addison threw her arms around Alex's neck and exclaimed joyfully, "I do!"
"What about you, Alex? Do you take her, for all that other stuff when you could go home with me instead, tiger?" The man batted his fake eyelashes at Alex suggestively.
"Sorry buddy, I do. I take her forever. She's the woman I'm spending the rest of my life with!" He spun Addison around excitedly, then stumbled and almost fell into the piano player, who was playing an off key version of Cannon in D.
The drag queen sighed dramatically. "Okay, fine. By the power invested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife…Go ahead and kiss her."
The newlyweds wasted no time. They flung themselves at one another, kissing more passionately than they had ever kissed before.
Addison blushed and Alex cleared his throat.
"That was hot." Alex commented.
"That was an inappropriate wedding kiss." Addison moaned embarrassedly.
"Which is appropriate for an inappropriate wedding." Alex countered.
Addison had to laugh at that logic.
"WOOHOO! WE'RE MARRIED, BABY!" Alex shouted as he picked Addison up.
"Alex!" Addison squealed. "What are you doing?"
"I'm carrying you over the threshold!" Alex explained.
"But we don't have a threshold." Addison pouted.
Alex thought about that for a moment. "We'll get one tonight."
"That must be why you threatened to punch George out when they didn't want us to go back to the same room. We wanted a threshold. Go figure." Addison commented.
'Right, that's why I wanted a hotel room alone with her.' Alex thought to himself.
"Uh, yeah, that's why." He coughed uncomfortably.
"Oh, wait it isn't over yet. Looks like we did a post-interview, too." Addison motioned to the television.
"What am I looking forward to?" Addison pondered the question. "I am looking forrrrrward to loving him! And being his wiiife! And drinking coffffee and watching the morning newsss togetherrrr!" She slurred, the alcohol and the late hour clearly taking its toll.
"Me, too. And protecting herrrr and breakfffast in bed and snuggggling!"Alex added, he too starting to sound very drunk and very tired.
Addison grabbed his hand. "Yes! Let's go snuggggle!"
"Good idea! Okay, we've had enough of the camera!" Alex put his hand up to the lens, causing the rest of the DVD to be played in total darkness.
"Come on, Mr. Addison!" Addison could be heard giggling to Alex.
"Right away, Mrs. Alex! Goodbye, wedding camera!"
The TV screen went back to the original menu, so Alex got up, took the DVD out, and placed it back in its case.
"Well, that was, uh … interesting, to say the least." Alex said to break the silence. He looked over at Addison who appeared to be deep in thought.
"Hey, what's up?" He sat down next to her.
"What? Oh … nothing. Nothing at all…" Addison murmured distractedly.
"Oh come on, you can tell me. I am your husband, after all." Alex joked.
Addison took a deep breath. "I just looked … so happy in the movie. I don't think I looked that happy at my wedding to Derek. It was a stuffy, proper, traditional wedding and after the divorce I swore if I ever did it again … it'd be laid back. That was laid back all right, laid back and tacky. And I look so happy with it all. I just don't get it."
"Well, you were also very drunk at your second wedding." Alex pointed out.
"No but I mean … look at me in that picture." She motioned to the smiling picture of them on the mantle. "I mean, let's be real: I look freaking radiant. It just seems so wrong that I was happier about my sham wedding than I was at my one real wedding. What if I'm never that happy again?"
"Well maybe you'll have a third one someday that will knock both your weddings out of the park." Alex said trying to be comforting.
"Yeah… yeah, I guess so…" She sighed and got up. "I'm gonna go to bed. Are you sure you don't mind taking the couch? Cause I'd be fine sleeping out here."
"No, the couch is fine. I usually fall asleep watching TV out here anyway."
"Oh, okay." She made her way over to the bedroom door.
"Hey, Addison…" Alex called, stopping her in her tracks.
"Yeah?" She turned around to face him.
"For what it's worth … it may have been a tacky wedding, but … I don't know, I kind of think it was nice." Alex shrugged.
Addison smiled. "You know something, Alex, I did too."
They stared at each other for a few moments, neither sure of what to do next.
"Uh … well, goodnight!" Addison broke the silence awkwardly, and quickly went into the room and shut the door.
Alex sighed.
"Goodnight, Addison." He said to the empty room.
Up next: Well, I'm not exactly sure. I have two chapters outlined and either could go next; it doesn't really matter because both chapters will get posted, but I'm not sure yet of the order I'd like to put them in. We'll see! Also, this chapter means we're more than halfway there, if everything continues to go according to plan and I don't come up with anything else or change my mind! YAY! ... And Review! Please?
