Wedding Bells Blues
First it was the venue; a water main break meant a hasty relocation to Kula Botanical Garden. That was fine, really, as it turned out to solve the next problem, which was the flowers. The order, which had been on file with the florist for a good six months, mysteriously went missing three weeks before the wedding. All of that would have been fine. Even the fact that his wedding suit pants were somehow shortened to just above Danny's ankles rather than full-length by the final fitting wasn't actually a disaster. But when Steve was assigned to a top secret SEAL mission two days before the wedding, Danny decided it was time to give in and let fate have its way.
"It's doomed," he announced gloomily as he knocked back his fifth bottle of beer and unsteadily surveyed the other people at the bar. It wasn't a proper stag night, but that had never been what he wanted and he was fine with it. Just as he was fine with the guests – Chin, Max, Grover, Jerry, Adam and Kamekona. "The wedding. It's doomed. I'm go-going to text Steve and tell him it's off."
A chorus of protests met his words, and Danny ticked off the many signs the universe had clearly been chucking at him as evidence that he was making the right decision. "Besides," he concluded, "we all know that there's no w-way Steve make it b-back in time." Danny eyes widened as his drunken synapses made what seemed to be the right connections, and he gasped. "I'll bet he d-did this on purpose! I don't think Ste- Steven wants to m-marry me at all," he announced mournfully. The friendly chatter at the bar immediately silenced as Danny looked at the gathered men.
"That's bollocks," announced Kamekona, his voice firm and entirely unslurred. He'd already proven he could hold his liquor better than anyone currently at the bar. "You are the best thing that ever happened to him, and Steve loves you. He would be an idiot to not marry you even if the universe is sending omens. Which I don't think it is, personally. I don't believe in them. It's just a bunch of stupid coincidences, is all."
"Of course it is." Every man at the bar craned their head in the direction of the beach, from which Steve's voice had originated. "Danny, the universe isn't trying to tell us we shouldn't get married, "You're certainly paraphrasing." Steve crossed the distance and pulled his inebriated – and now freely crying – fiancée to his feet and from there into his arms.
"Continue your little booze-up, gentlemen," Steve said crisply as he headed for the parking lot. "I'm off to reassure Danny that no matter what happens between now and the day after tomorrow, I have no desire to live my life without him in it."
To the sound of cheers and whistles – and Danny's increased but now entirely happy sobbing – Steve and his partner vanished up to the car.