Sammy's POV:

The trilling of my cell phone on the bedside table was vibrating through my brain, causing me to groan aloud. I clamped a pillow over my head and rolled over, reaching for Tim. When my hand hit nothing but cold sheets, I raised my head. Another ring of the cell phone finally cut through to my consciousness, and I stretched to the bedside table to pick it up.

"'Ello?" I mumbled, flopping back into my pillows. The bed felt so much bigger, so much colder without my fiancee.

"Rise and shine, sunshine!" Tessa's voice was chirpy, almost ridiculously so at such an early hour. I sighed and rolled out of bed, walking to the window. I pulled open the shades, and blinked.

"Isn't the sun supposed to rise in... I don't know, two freakin' hours?" I griped, dropping back into bed and burrowing under the blankets.

"Honey, you can't sleep. We've got to make the final preparations, because tomorrow, there's no way that we're going to be in a state to do them." Her voice was giddy with excitement.

"Why are you so excited? It's just a bachelorette party. We go out, get so drunk we can't see straight, go to sleep and wake up with a killer hangover." I sighed; I really wasn't looking forward to it. I had never actually gotten drunk before, but from what I'd read and seen of my friends, it was sure not fun.

Tessa gasped in horror. "JUST a bachelorette party? Girl, this is the last night you're tied to us over that boy. If everything works out, this is the only one you'll have, your last night before resorting to being one of those house-mom types! Besides, isn't it chicks before dicks? Sisters before misters?"

I sighed. "First off, there's nothing wrong with being a house-mo-"

"Whoa! Whoa there, I didn't hear you, WHAT did you say?"

"Tessa, really, do I have to do this?" I whined.

"Oh, yes you do..." The evil tone in her voice caused me to groan aloud in despair. I flopped back onto the bed and closed my eyes, no longer tired at the thought of the long night I'd be enduring.

"Can't believe...youurre getting marrieddd!" Tessa slurred, throwing an arm sloppily around my shoulder. I knew I had drunk more than my limit, but I was not nearly as far gone as Tessa was.

"I know!" I responded. I stood off the bar seat, wobbling slightly as the floor tilted around me. Since Tessa's arm was already around my shoulder, it wasn't that hard to drag her with me.

"Wheree.. you goinn'?" She asked, giggling drunkenly as she spoke.

"Home. We're both wasted." Somehow, we both found this hilarious, and collasped into giggles, gasping as our sides hurt from laughter.

We stumbled out into the darkness of the night, blinking as the world swam in and out of focus.

"Taxzzii!" Tess slurred, throwing her arm up to hail a cab. Thankfully, he saw us, and was kind enough to allow two drunk girls into the backseat.

"Where to, ladies?"

I gave the cab driver my address, and he set off. I looked at Tessa in horror as a sudden thought struck me.

"We're ditching the others!"

"No... they all left, about.. two hourss ago." I frowned.

"When was thatt? How'd I miss it?"

"Dunno. Dunno why I 'member, either." The giggles began again, starting off slow, but then erupting into hysterics. We were laughing for the rest of the trip home.

I groaned; the sunshine streaming through the open curtains seemed like rays of lighting pain, designed specifically for my pounding headache. I opened my eyes, only to see the world spinning in circles. I squeezed then shut again, moaning aloud as my bedroom door slammed.

"Morning!"

I grabbed a pillow and shoved it over my face.

"Tessa," I mumbled through the pillow. "How are you so damn cheerful? You drank more than I did!"

"I handle my alcohol better. Now get up, it's your lover on the phone."

I instantly sat up straight, ignoring how my head swam with the motion. I reached for the phone, and my maid of honor tossed it into my hands.

"Timmy?" I asked into the phone. Tessa shook her head in mock pity before walking out of the room to give me some privacy. I flopped down on my pillows and closed my eyes, anxious to hear his voice.

"Hey, my love. How's the headache?"

I groaned. "Thanks for reminding me." He just chuckled.

"How was your night?" I asked him, genuinely curious.

"Probably not that much different from yours. Wilson and Drew invited a bunch of guys over to my place, naturally, and we pretty much drank and played video games until all but the three of us had left."

"Sounds fun - but then, why aren't you as hungover as I am?"

"I just handle my alcohol better, love."

I sighed dramatically. "Not the first time I've heard that. Apparently, Tessa does, too."

The door slammed open.

"I know you want to talk to loverboy, Sammy, but you've gotta start getting ready. Tell him to go get his groomsmen ready!"

"Tim, listen, Tessa's calling me away for the torture of doing my make-up. She says to tell you to start getting ready too."

"Ready? But the wedding's not until three, and it's, what, nine?"

"Don't ask me, I'm just the messenger. I love you, babe."

"I love you too. Can't wait for this afternoon."

"Me neither. I'll see you then, handsome."

"See you then, gorgeous."

Another slower chapter; sorry about that. Wedding is next chapter - possible prologue after, but the point is, this story's wrapping up. Hope you enjoyed!